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“You’re teasing,” I growl.
“And you’re holding back. Don’t.”
She takes me deep into her throat. My whole world lives inside her mouth, and I’m obsessed. I pull out and then thrust in. Again. Deeper. Harder. Longer. I fuck her mouth until she suddenly grips my ass and stops my hips from flexing back, forcing me to remain gripped in the tight channel.
That’s all it takes, and hot pleasure explodes. I come hard, spurting my release. Stars burst in the shadows. Can’t breathe. Can’t—she makes a choking sound, and my heart wrenches. I’ve broken her.
I try to yank out, but she snarls and fights me. Pumps me harder. I let her drink me up, milk every last drop, and groan at the cathartic satisfaction of submission. I worried I’d lose control, but that’s impossible when she dominates. In this moment, I realize it’s not me who has control. She does. Of me. I would do anything for her. Anything.
When there’s nothing left for me to give, she wipes the corner of her lips with her thumb, flashing tiny fangs.
“What do I taste like?” I breathe, helping her stand.
“Good,” she smirks. “See for yourself.”
Her kiss releases more hunger within me. I’m about ready to devour her, to rip her to shreds with this new obsession of mine.
But the walls stop moving. A path opens to my right—blocks of stone clank and thud along the corridor leading to our private wing. Further down the hall, the door opens wide, and I see my bed. Willow laughs when the little beastie comes bounding out, running hard and fast toward her.
Her eyes meet mine, a mix of satisfaction, tenderness, and defiance. She jogs out, arms wide. The dragon leaps, half flying, half climbing up her body. She skillfully catches it as it licks her face.
“I missed you too, Hunt.” She turns back to me, glances down, and says, “You going to stand there with your dick out, or are you escorting me back to my bed?”
My jaw clicks shut. I tug my pants back up and tuck myself in. “Yourbed?”
“Well, Fox’s bed. You were such a good little boy,” she coos. Not at me. “Attacking that big bad nightmare to keep me safe.” Another kiss on his bony skull. “You hardly scratched me this time, too!”
Fucking little wildling, taking all the credit. “I should put you back in your cage.”
She gasps and spears me with volatile eyes. “You kept him in a cage?”
“He . . . I . . .” I swear the wildling pokes its tongue at me.
She flattens her lips, then coos at the dragon, “You can sleep with me tonight in Fox’s room. We don’t need wool-headed mates sharing our beds until they learn to share their fears, too.”
What?
No!
But she’s already tucking the dragon into her arms and striding down the hall. Harumphing, I jog toward her, place my hand on her lower back, and keep walking.
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Chapter 39
Willow
Frost crunches beneath our feet as we trudge toward the Nexus on this bitter Moonsday morning. Our breath clouds the air, a visible reminder of the biting cold. Geraldine and Max lead the way, nearly at the rope bridge, while Bodin stalks beside me.
As usual, panic knots my stomach the closer we come to the rope bridge. Last week, the moat river water wasn’t quite frozen. I watch Geraldine and Max start crossing the rickety bridge, terror gripping me as they navigate such a treacherous path.
Fox saved me last time because he had full access to his powers. If I fall now and crash into the ice . . . no one will save me. I’ll be dead, gone.
“Willow!” Geraldine shouts from the middle of the bridge. “It’s frozen again! Look!”
I take a hesitant step forward, and some of the tension holding me captive releases. The moat’s solid ice again. But once the fear enters, it’s hard to eliminate. One look from me is all the excuse Bodin needs to gather me into his arms and murmur into my ear, “People can die from anything—at the hands of someone they trust, from someone they love. You can’t live your life worrying about accidents crossing a bridge.”
“Rory didn’t die by accident,” I answer, a lump forming in my throat. “She died to save me.”
