Page 24 of Lera of Lunos
With a growl, I surge against him. Again. Harder. The need to feel the length of him along my channel is so strong that it hurts, the ache spreading all the way to my fingertips. Cursing Tye under my breath, I slide along him with increasing speed, savoring his fullness inside me. My breath quickens, the wet and swollen tissues around my entry rippling in rhythm to Tye’s pulsing cock as I undulate with the lapping waves.
I brace myself on Tye’s shoulders, the male gripping one of my hips to help, lifting and lowering me with growing urgency. His other hand replaces his mouth on my breast, his fingers flicking my nipple to the rhythm of our thrusts. In the sinking light, Tye’s biceps bulge, his green eyes gleaming. Too much. The sight and feel of him. With a sudden surge, I claim his mouth, a clash of teeth and tongues.
More, more, more,my body demands, the steam rising from the water filling my lungs as absolutely as Tye’s cock fills my sex.
Yet, instead of satisfying my cravings, each pump along Tye’s shaft only flares the desire inside me. I moan in frustration and overwhelming heat. The muscles of my thighs quiver, zings of sensation shooting across my skin.
A predatory satisfaction sparkles through the wild lust in Tye’s green eyes. The bastard knows exactly what he is doing to me with those hands. With that mouth.
Two can play this game, tiger.Grabbing Tye’s hair, I force his head to the side.
The male startles but allows me to expose his neck.
Baring my teeth, I sink them into his skin and—
Tye is on his feet with a growl before I can conquer him, the blazing inferno in his eyes now echoing the predator he is.
“I think I’m through allowing my food to play with me,” he rumbles, lowering me to my feet. Shoving me to the other side of the basin, the male lays me down on the smooth lip, using his elbows to move my thighs apart. Steam so hot it is just short of painful rushes in to explore my exposed sex and opened backside. When a tiny spark of fire bites just above my roused bud, I scream, my hips jerking against the sensation, clenching against the nothingness inside.
Tye’s strong hand presses into my hip, keeping me down. Pinned. A second tiny spark nips the other side of the hood. Then the top.
“You... are using... magic.” My accusation comes in pants, burning need racking my body with each savage strike of my heart.
“Aye, I am.” Tye rubs my inner thighs, the soothing motion at utter odds with the havoc he’s unleashing above. “Magic is as much a part of me as my blood. But I’ve other parts too, lass.”
Hoisting one of my legs atop his shoulder, the male reaches between my legs to stroke my wet folds. A moment later, his finger slides inside me. A second finger. A third. Each increase mirrored by the same number of sparks teasing my bud. The edge of pain wakes my every nerve, magnifies each sensation to unbearable sharpness.
I writhe uncontrollably, pressing against Tye’s fingers, which refuse to move any faster. When the head of his cock replaces them at my opening, I’m ready to weep with the promise of coming release. With a sharp thrust, Tye plunges into me, the sensation so searing that I nearly topple over the edge then and there.
Except... except there is a sudden slickness circling my other opening and I freeze, recognizing the sensation.
My body writhes in rebellion, stopping at once when Tye’s sparks nip the most sensitive, swollen part of my apex in penalty. The instant I still, the finger at my bottom slides in.
My muscles spasm over the dual fullness inside me. Tye’s cock, still until now, thrusts deeply to strike the sensitive spot inside. In my bottom, his finger echoes his cock, thrusting in and out in perfect contrast. The seesaw of sensation would have me bucking up a storm if Tye’s free hand wasn’t holding me down firmly. Making me able to do nothing but feelhim.
Thrust. Thrust. Thrust.Each plunge sends a new shock of need through my belly, the backs of my legs, my toes. Each wet slap sounds deafeningly loud amidst the low rumble of the river and occasional cries of birds. Tye’s beautiful face is tight with concentration, fending off his own release in order to draw out mine. Gasping, I lick salty drops of river spray from my lips.Thrust. Thrust. Thrust.
When the tiny sparks circle my apex again, stalking closer and closer like a tiger’s pointed claws, the abyss I’ve been waiting for opens itself before me.
“Tye!” I choke on my desperation, knowing I can’t hold on for another second more and yet feeling a deeper need unfurl inside my soul. “I want to be closer to you.”
Tye hesitates for only a moment. Disengaging, he pulls my legs around his waist and stands, sheathing himself back inside me with a single, well-aimed stroke. I lock my ankles over his backside, my arms around his neck. The cool air swirls over our naked skin. The male’s green eyes are fevered with the same want that crushes my core.
I hold his eyes, our faces only an inch apart. “I love you, Tye.”
Taking my mouth with his and thrusting again, even deeper, Tye releases his magic along my sex until it pinches my bud in a tidal wave of ecstasy.
“Stars, I love you,” he gasps, the words sending us both over the edge.
* * *
We returnto the cave to discover that someone—likely Shade, given the presence of a jar of green salve that makes Tye cringe on sight—has left us a bundle of supplies and food. Leaving our clothes outside to dry, we huddle together naked atop a cloak, Tye’s carefully built fire warming the space. Fatigue and contentment wash over me like waves lapping at the rocks.
“Can we keep the flames burning all night?” I ask, my eyes heavy. With full darkness now blanketing the mountains, the temperature is low enough to make my breath mist.
“It wouldn’t be safe, Lilac Girl.” Tye kisses the top of my head. “Not with so much wind and dry brush around. But I can do a bit of something.” Pulling a few fist-sized stones together, Tye lays his hands over them. When he tucks the rocks beneath the cloak a few minutes later, warmth seeps through the cloth. Grinning at my happy sigh, Tye snuffs out the fire, pulls me against him, and whispers for us to sleep.
I close my eyes, feeling the world fall away for a time. But not long enough. The night is so cold that even Tye’s arms around me aren’t enough to ward off the chill, and once the stones cool, I dare not ask Tye to warm them again. Between his injuries and heating the pool, even I know the male has used too much magic already.
