Page 7 of Lera of Lunos
My hand goes around his neck, my heart pounding as I pull his mouth down toward mine.
A growl vibrates River’s chest, his hand tangling in my hair, tilting my head roughly to the angle he desires. When his mouth takes mine, the deep, possessive warmth of it shoots heat all the way to my slicking sex. The clenching intensity of sensation floods my senses and I jerk back.Tryto jerk back. River’s grip on my hair tightens, keeping me in place as his unyielding kiss deepens, his tongue claiming my mouth.
A fresh jolt of flames sears my nerves, tightening my muscles all the way down to my curling toes. Stars, the male hasn’t even touched me down low and my body is already approaching the edge, desperate for more. It’s one part infuriating to three parts intoxicating.
From beyond the door, voices rise and fall in conversation, the echoes of Shade’s sensual laugh kindling flames of a different sort. Shade. Tye. The others, just beyond the door.
River pulls back at once, studying me until I want to squirm again beneath his intense scrutiny. “What’s wrong, luv?” he asks.Thatword again.
“Nothing.” I sound breathless, my swollen lips slow to obey.
Hand still twined in my hair, River tips my face up toward him. “Tell me.” An order.
Instead of kicking him for it, my treacherous body shudders with desire. “The others. They, well... They are all very close just now. En masse. I—I can feel their magic more than I used to.” After our explosive connection in Karnish, their threads, their essences, are impossible to ignore. It almost feels like we’re all in this room together.
A hint of amusement colors River’s gaze. One hand still in my hair, his other slides down my body, a slow growl of appreciation accompanying its journey between my heavy breasts, down my belly, and into the waist of my trousers. With an immortal’s maddening patience, he runs his fingers through my wet folds. “The others likely have worked out what we are doing by now.” He raises his now glistening fingers and inhales my scent, before cocking a brow at me. “Did you want them to watch?”
My eyes widen, my heart hammering against my ribs. “You wouldn’t.”
River chuckles. “I’d forgotten for a moment how much more... closed mortals are about such things. Fae are more visceral.” He licks my wetness off his fingers. “One day perhaps.”
“No,” I say forcefully. My sex throbs.
River gives me a look that sees all too much. “In that case, you may wish to keep your voice in check.” His own lowers. “A feat that I intend to make very,verydifficult.”
5
Lera
Idraw a short, sharp gasp as River tosses a pillow onto the dresser top. Lifting me up, he bends me over it, my toes just touching the floor. A heartbeat later, his hands expertly relieve me of my trousers, leaving my upturned backside open to the nippy autumn air, my sex open tohim.
Pulses of need rake my sex and shoot down the backs of my legs. I squirm to release the tension between my thighs, to stop the already growing ache, but River places a strong hand on my lower back and presses me down.
His other callused palm massages my backside, waking each nerve to his touch. “You are beautiful,” he murmurs, leaning down to whisper into my ear, his hardness pressing against me. “And just now, you are at the perfect height for me.”
My breath hitches. My sex tightens, my hips undulating in spite of myself. “Stop talking,” I say between clenched teeth.
River chuckles again, the rich sound so unusual from him that my bones sing.
His voice changes suddenly, taking on that air of command that my mind resists but my body goes crazy for. “Open for me, Leralynn,” he orders, his hands already on my wet, quivering legs. Pushing them apart until I can’t clench at all, my aching insides utterly dependent on him for fulfillment. My knees try to close on instinct, but River’s thighs are there. Blocking me. Holding me in place. Letting me feel the restraint. “Settle down.”
I take a breath. Release it. Will my muscles to loosen.
“Very good,” River says softly, moving his fingers to massage the lower curve of my backside before sliding along my aching sex. Forward and back, forward and back, the wet sounds and my unsteady breaths filling the quiet room, each stroke ending maddeningly shy of my apex.
With a shudder, I arch up toward him, receiving a teasing flick of my bud that makes me gasp. A thick trickle of wetness slithers down my leg.
River catches it, wipes it away with his hand, and—
“No!” I tense, trying to squeeze my backside together even as the male pulls apart my cheeks. The last time he went near there... Stars. I’ve never hated and loved something so much at the same damn moment. Have never felt a release as strong as when he... filled me so thoroughly. The thought of it, of him—my heart races.
“I’d keep my voice down if I were you,” River says softly, his free hand returning to stroke my wet folds. Circling my opening. Teasing my swollen bud with soft flicks. Right. Left. Right. “Unless you’ve changed your mind about that audience, of course.”
I grip the sides of the dresser, barely biting back a moan. Each of River’s ruthless caresses sends a fresh wave of need coursing through my blood. The sensation is so strong it hurts. Aches. Screams. Sweat beads along my temples, my body trembling from the approaching abyss. When the tip of River’s callused finger scrapes the hood of my apex, I shudder violently. One more stroke and—
He stops.
I whimper.
