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Only then did I join her.
I stripped and slid into the tub, her eyes glittering with mischief as she repaid me in kind. I’d thought I was on the brink of madness before, but I’d been wrong. So wrong. I had underestimated how much more torturous her touching me would be than me touching her.
She balanced herself on her knees over my lap, gentle hands scrubbing at my skin with the soapy cloth. Her breasts brushed against my chest, the soft skin of her inner thighs teasing along the outer edges of mine. Her pussy brushed against my cock several times, and it was all I could do not to grab her hips and drag her down where she belonged. Instead, I fisted my hands and shoved them under my thighs, allowing her whatever time she needed to touch and explore the way I had.
My skin tingled, her touch somehow hotter than the steamy water. Her fingers threaded through my hair, and she pressed up against me with all of herself. I inhaled sharply as she pulled tight, bending my head back to get the strands wet. My throat was fully exposed to her, at risk, and she didn’t disappoint when she leaned in and nipped at my pulse point, the very place I’d bitten her. We were melded together as she scrubbed in the shampoo, my thoughts reduced to the steady throb of my need and the beat of her heart against my chest.
She smiled when she was finally done, her hands twined around the back of my neck. She stole several slow kisses, her eyes roving over my face before she reached a hand down, positioned my cock at her entrance, and sat, fully impaling herself.
My head fell back again, the pleasure exquisite as her body held mine in a tight embrace. I wrapped my arms around her but allowed her to control the movement, her breath coming in short pants edged with a low moan. She rocked, water sloshing over the rim of the tub as she found the rhythm that felt best. I watched her face change. Her mouth relaxed from a tense lineto half-open, her eyebrows from knitted together to soft as she found her pleasure.
Sharp need rode hard down my spine as she began to rock faster. My fingers dug into her hips as my hips thrust up to meet her downward sway. I felt when she began to tip over the edge, her muscles gripping me tightly, her breath more moan than anything else. When she shuddered in my arms, I kissed her with everything I had and rumbled in my throat as I spilled inside her.
We sat for several moments after, just breathing. I worked the remaining tension out of her scalp and neck with my fingers, too pleased as she turned into a puddle against me. Then I pulled a towel around our bodies before letting the cool water out and turned the tap on warm to quickly clean us both up.
Greta smiled at me as I dried us off, then hustled her under the covers of my bed. “Thank you,” she whispered as she settled into the pillow, her voice the first real break in the silence other than our breathy moans since we’d left the classroom.
“The pleasure is mine, Dragonfly. Indisputably.” My fingers toyed with her curls, pulling through the damp tangles. It took no time at all before her breathing evened out, and I knew she’d fallen asleep.
My world had tilted again. Everything I thought I knew was suddenly on its head. The only thing that made any sense at all anymore was her, and I’d be twice damned if anyone would ever take her from me.
Chapter 28
Greta
The stone kin conclave was only about an hour’s travel via carriage from d’Arcan, but it might as well have been an entire world away. I marveled out the small window as we drove deeper into the woods, unable to see enough to completely satisfy my curiosity.
“I’ve never had the honor of visiting here, though I was briefly at the soldier encampment,” Vassago said, similarly entertained as we got further inside the dense tree line that marked the covert settlement. “It’s quite marvelous.”
The stone kin had managed to keep an entire tiny town to themselves, hidden among the trees and rocks. It was an astounding feat that left me open-mouthed and unable to swivel my head fast enough to see everything I wanted to.
As the trees became less dense but taller with more canopy cover, I saw there were as many buildings built between the massive trunks and in the branches or even balanced between rocks as there were on the ground. Everyone moved around the small village center with purpose and ease. It felt nothing like the tense bustle of Revalia. Half the population was in their stone form, and there were no sideways glances when someone decided to take flight. It was a place gargoyles and grotesquescould wear whatever skin they were most comfortable in without having to worry about fallout from being spotted by humans.
The social rules of the city could certainly be oppressive after a while for a people that could fly and change form. Their existence in a city like Revalia would seem magical, and to some, evil, despite their purpose as protectors against exactly that.
Magnus landed beside us as the carriage stopped, a heavy gust of air from his wings chasing up dirt and leaves. He was all broad smiles and enthusiasm as he greeted people walking by, our arrival a definite point of interest for the residents.
Vassago opened the door and stepped out first, reaching up a hand to help me down. “Come, Little Dragonfly. I have a feeling you’re about to meet an entire flock of relations.”
Clem wasted no time hopping down out of the driver’s seat and unloading our bags. Before I’d so much as looked around at the steadily growing crowd, our things were piled up behind us and he was tipping his hat to Vassago, the horses already turned back toward the city.
My stomach flipped anxiously as I walked toward my uncle, several people already having stopped to stare at us newcomers. A familiar knocking sound had me gazing toward the sky, and I found Belmont doing slow circles above us.
Magnus opened his arms wide, taking several long strides toward a woman dressed in linen shirt and trousers, like I was. She had bright-blue eyes and short golden hair, and was several inches shorter than I was, leaving her downright petite. Stone kin ages were difficult to guess at, but she was clearly quite a bit younger than him.
“You arrived faster than I thought you would, Father.”
The pair embraced, and I felt an unexpected rush of sadness mixed with wonder. It was truly lovely to see Magnus glowing with pride and love as he looked at her, but I felt a strange stab of longing for all the years I’d lacked something like it.
“There was no reason to delay.” He gestured toward us, walking her closer with one arm draped over her shoulders. “Allow me to introduce you. Greta, this is my daughter, Lovette.”
“Pleased to meet you,” I said, reaching out one hand for her to shake. “Oh!” I exclaimed as I was unceremoniously pulled into a surprisingly tight hug by the unassuming woman.
“Cousin,” she said, letting go of the embrace but grabbing onto my hands. “I’m so happy you’re here.” She smiled widely, as she looked me up and down. “And you too, demon.” Her smile became a smirk as she took in Vassago, who stood casually off to one side of me, fingers absently combing through his hair, the length of which was draped over his shoulder. He was the picture of calm and collected, though he seemed amused as he watched our interaction.
“The honor is mine.” He lowered his upper body into a deep bow, making her laugh.
“Father did say you were something else.” Vassago’s eyebrows went up, and Magnus tried to appear innocent. “He wasn’t exaggerating.”
