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Too late. My tongue spears into her, fucking her in rough, shallow thrusts that smother her insults. Her taste—crisp, metallic, like those storm-bloom petals she catalogs—explodes across my senses.
She claws at the couch cushions. “Zevran, I swear if you stop?—”
“Beg,” I growl, flattening my tongue against her clit. “Properly.”
Her hips stutter. “Go to hell.”
I withdraw, blowing across her glistening cunt. Her groan scrapes raw. “Zevran?—”
“Beg.Now.”
Her heel grinds between my shoulder blades, spine-lock reacting to her touch by flaring molten heat down my back. “Please.Please, you insufferableprince—fuck?—”
My mouth crashes back onto her, sucking her clit until her thighs crush my skull. She comes with a shattered cry, drenching my jaw as I lap at her pulsing flesh.
“Again,” I grit against her, finger circling her entrance. “I’ll have you twice.”
Her sweaty palm slaps my cheek—half-hearted, trembling. “Tyrant.”
I capture her wrist, licking her salt from my lips. “Mate.”
CHAPTER 21
CARYS
I’ve been pacing this damn room for hours. The soft moss beneath my feet is far too inviting, but I can’t settle. Zevran hasn’t come back since last night, and my mind spirals with what might have happened. Did I push him too far? Is he regretting our… moment? I shake the thought away like a wet dog, frustration simmering just below the surface.
A soft thud draws my attention. Something slides under the door—a folded note. I dart over and snatch it up, heart racing as I read:“It’s time.”
The door clicks open before I can process it. Adrenaline surges through me as I slip outside, barely daring to breathe.
A boy stands there, no older than ten. His wild dark hair fluffs around his head like a cloud, and his mischievous eyes sparkle with a familiar glint that instantly reminds me of Zevran.
“Oswin?”
He nods, flashing a grin that makes me wary but hopeful all at once. “I’m here to help you escape.”
I blink at him, incredulity mixing with excitement. “Escape? But how?”
“No time,” he says, glancing down the hall with urgency. “Follow me!”
My pulse quickens as we hurry through the corridor. The palace looms around us—grand arches and twisting vines woven into the architecture. My stomach twists; this place feels like a gilded cage.
“Wait,” I say suddenly, an idea sparking in my mind. “We’re passing the gardens! Todd needs to sample some flora before we go.”
Oswin groans, tugging on my arm as he pulls me toward the exit. “We really don’t have time for that!”
“It’ll just take a second!”
I call out for Todd, who whirs to life from my pocket and buzzes above us with his single green eye blinking furiously.
“Carys?” he chirps in his usual jittery tone.
“Todd! We’re escaping! But first?—”
Oswin cuts in, exasperated but resigned. “Just a minute then! Make it quick!”
I watch as Todd hovers close to some glowing ferns swaying gently in an unseen breeze beneath the canopy of trees. He reaches out with his retractable appendages, scanning their bioluminescent properties while Oswin drums his fingers impatiently against his thigh.
