Page 75 of The Princesses of Ruin
“Are you going to come for me in your pants again?” I ask against his lips.
“Emillia.”
Heat floods my center at the sound of my name groaned from the pit of his chest. He presses his forehead to mine. Our goggles clank together, and the pings of it look like little blue sparkles in my vision. Perhaps it’s all the blood leaving my head in favor of my nethers.
His grip tightens on the back of my hood, his other hand finding the small of my back as he grunts my name again. He’s thrusting harder now, riding my hand with jerky desperation.
“I’m there,” he moans, and I cut the words short with a fiery kiss.
He comes undone in my mouth, and I relish the feeling of his weak-kneed surrender. I love what I can do to him, and that he’s so willing to let me do it.
His climax ends with a violent shiver, and he breaks from thekiss with a heavy pant.
“Why?” he says after a moment of breathing.
“Why what?” I ask, giving him gentle caresses.
He trembles at the attention. “Why are my pants your favorite place to make me come?”
I giggle.
Ugh. That’s the second one…
I get myself under control. “I love the thought of you being so unbearably enamored with me that even the touch of my hand through six layers of clothing can bring you to completion.”
His eyes blink dreamily at me behind the dark glass of the goggles. “You love the thought of me…squishing around in my trousers as I have to go about the camp drawing runes and covering our tracks.”
I laugh louder. “Yes, that too.”
He smiles like a goon and something clicks into place, though I’m not sure what it is. Like a long-forgotten concept has been dredged up from the depths of my soul, and his smile is the key sliding into the lock.
I push him away and give him a soft tap. “Enjoy that.”
He harumphs, pulling on the cloth around his groin and rotating his hips as he turns away from me.
My cheeks burn as I watch him go, wiggling and shaking like he’s got bugs in his pants, and I realize just what secret his smile is unlocking.
I am enough for him.
Just the way I am.
Chapter twenty-eight
Adrik
Gods damn and bless her for this marginally bearable discomfort in my pants.It’s better this way, though. Now that I’ve come, I’ll be able to last for her. Unless we don’t…
Ah, fuck.
I put it out of my mind as I retrace our steps a ways and spray down the trail, then do a circle of camp. I pull out my dagger and begin carving the runes to keep us hidden and safe for the night. Each tree oozes with my white magic, accepting it with little fight, and I thank them.
The night is mild for this far north in Seter, so I risk a little exposure to make myself presentable. I kneel in a clean bank and strip my top layer of pants down to my knees, then my second, until I’m bared to the wind. I pick up a handful of snow and reach for my magic to warm it into water only to realize I used it all on the runes.
Curses tumble from my chattering lips as I stare down at the off-white crust in my dark hair. “You can’t fuck her like this…”
I nod and exhale hard, then press the snow to my pubic mound. The chill is sharp and instant. I want to retract my hand, but I rub it in deeper. I get all the crevasses with quick passes, doing my best to be thorough. Several scrubs and a withered dick later, I am clean. Iuse the bottom of my undershirt to wipe myself dry and pull up my pants.
I pant heavily, rubbing my crotch from over my clothes to try to bring back warmth.
