Page 92 of Feral Guardian
The feisty teasing in her eyes leaks away. “Oh, Alastair.”
I kiss her to stop the look of pity from consuming me. She returns it with tentative strokes of her lips, and I know the second I stop kissing her, she’ll try to dig. That’s my princess.
My wife.
The thought makes me hungry for her, and I tighten my grip, pressing her hips against mine. This has the desired result, and Lily responds to my kiss with the same need.
Kor’Tar snorts when we make it back to camp, as if to say it took us long enough.
“Thanks for the support,” I mumble at the horse, who only whinnies a laugh in return.
The tent isn’t set up and I grumble. Iwill nottake Lily for the first time with the cold breeze blowing against her and all the wilds to watch us.
“Let me help,” she says, her legs uncoiling from my hips.
“No,” I say, slapping her ass hard enough to make her yelp as I push her back against my body.
Her eyes go heavy lidded. “Yes, sir.”
Her teeth graze the skin below my ear as I set up the pillars of the tent. They fall several times as I stop to claim her mouth. On the third failure, she laughs against my lips.
“Kneel,” she says, and I obey.
She slides my hands to her lower back and then leans against them, intensifying the pressure of our joined hips. I moan, running my other hand down her chest to the bit of skin showing between her blouse and pants. Her body is so soft, and yet still lethal. I adore her.
Lily backbends all the way to the ground and places her hands on the tent materials. With a flourish of her green transfiguration magic, the materials rearrange themselves to her design—a relatively decent-looking tent. I smirk at the thought that my finger drifting lazily across the soft skin below her belly button is so distracting.
She rolls back up into me. The pressure of her center pushing against my cock is enough to make me groan. I push back the tent flap and crawl on my hand and knees as I cradle her against me. I lay her down into the nest of blankets and animal skins we’ve collected, falling into the gravity of her love.
But she stops me, pushing back. “Tonight is some night,” she says.
“Yes, it is,” I say, feeling a bit thrown and not quite knowing how to respond.
“No,” she says, her hand slipping between us to grope my cock. “Tonight issomenight.”
Knowing dawns on me and my mouth falls open in an, “Oh.”
“I want to,” she says eagerly.
Nerves thread through my chest. “I—”
“No, you don’t get to object,” she says, pushing on my shoulders.
I roll to the side and she turns toward the tent opening. She begins unlacing my boots with deliberate slowness and one word plays on repeat through my mind as I watch her untie the knots.
Wife.
Pride, joy, disbelief, and so much more take up all the space in my lungs. My hand trails down her back as she undresses me and I catch a hint of a smile from her face in profile.
“I love you,” I whisper.
She gets that grin that promises something indecent. “Of course you say it right before my mouth is going to be wrapped around your cock.”
My blood races and I act without thinking, pulling her on top of me and giving her another spank. The slap fills the tent and Kor’Tar gives a startled grunt nearby, but Lily yelps with pleasure.
She bites my lip and sucks it into her mouth. “Cock.”
I slap her again, my hand lingering. I slide it down the curve of her ass and find her warm center. Lily arches back into the touch.
