Page 41 of Calypso's Shield
I whimper as he lowers me onto the bed, peeling my jeans down, his rough hands setting my skin on fire. Then he’s there, kneeling between my thighs, taking his fucking time as he trails his fingers up the inside of my thigh.
I squirm, desperate for more. “Farris.”
Farris grins, dark and knowing, spreading me open with his hands. And then his mouth is on me. I cry out, my fingers tangling in his hair as his tongue moves slow, teasing, torturing, drawing out every moan, every shudder.
Farris doesn’t rush. He makes me feel everything.
He groans against me, the vibration sending shockwaves through my body. “So fucking sweet,” he mutters, licking deep, making my hips jerk against his mouth.
I’m shaking. Falling apart. “Farris, fuck, I can’t.”
Farris doesn’t stop. Doesn’t let up.
He flicks his tongue just right, and I explode, crying out his name as pleasure crashes over me. I’m still trembling, still gasping when he moves over me again, his weight pinning me down, owning me.
“You’re mine,” Farris rasps against my lips. “Say it.”
I grab his face, dragging his mouth back to mine. A part of me still wants to fight. Still wants to hold onto the lie, to the walls I’ve built. But Farris is ripping them down, brick by fucking brick. He’s claiming me in ways I can’t ignore, ways I never wanted to need.
I squeeze my eyes shut, swallowing the lump in my throat. This is dangerous. Letting him in means losing control, means knowing that when he finds out the truth, he might never forgive me.
But right now? I don’t care. Right now, I just want to be his.
“I’m yours,” I whisper, and it’s the truth.
Farris pushes into me inch by inch, stretching me, filling me, forcing my body to take him. The burn is delicious, the acheexactly what I need. My back arches, my nails clawing at his shoulders as he buries himself deep. My breath shatters. I feel so fucking full.
"You feel that?" he growls, rolling his hips, making me moan."That's mine. Every. Fucking. Inch."
I break all over again. This time, I don’t hold back. I let him have me.
All of me.
Farris’s breath is still hot against my skin, his arms locked around me like he’s afraid I’ll disappear if he lets go.
I should tell him now. I should whisper it against his chest, let the words tumble out before I lose my nerve.
But I don’t. Instead, I stay quiet. I press my lips against his shoulder, breathing him in, memorizing the way he feels wrapped around me.
I need to tell him the truth, but how? How do I confess the deepest secret I’m keeping from him? How do I tell him I lied to him? That I am pregnant with his child?
Because the moment I tell him? This might all come crashing down. And I’m not ready to lose him.
16
CALYPSO
Idon’t look back when I leave the Royal Bastards' Clubhouse. I don’t let myself. If I do, I’ll lose my nerve and turn right the fuck around. I’ll crawl right back into Farris’s arms and forget everything. Forget that I’m lying to him, forget that my past is hunting me down, and forget that the world around us is about to burn.
So I ride. The wind whips against my skin, sharp and biting, but I barely feel it. My mind is a goddamn battlefield.
By the time I pull into the Royal Harlots’ compound, I’m exhausted. My body aches, my nerves are frayed, and my stomach twists with the secret I’ve been carrying alone.
The second I cut the engine, the doors to the clubhouse burst open, and Allura steps out, arms crossed over her chest, a knowing look in her sharp green eyes.
"Well, look who finally decided to drag her ass home," she calls out, a smirk tugging at the corner of her mouth.
I roll my eyes, swinging my leg off my bike. “Don’t start with me, Allura.”
