Page 262 of The Lands Defying
Is my fate so cruel?
“Nothing short of your safety could pry me away from you, little wolf,” he assures me. “You will lead a distraction while others get the supplies, and then Elites will fight from inside the courtyard. You will make it out of this Rhea, I vow it,” he says vehemently, his power coming to wrap beneath me.
I stare up into the opening, watching the few wisps up there as I look to the moon.
“And you?” I whisper, “Will you make it out of this?”
“Where you are, I will be, Rhea.” He looks at me, his fingers traveling down my temple as my markings appear. He follows the trail of lines, looking deep in thought as he follows his fingers with his gaze. “The most important thing is for you to be safe through all of this, after this.”
“And what about what’s important to me,” I whisper.
“And what’s that?” he murmurs, eyes still fixated on my face.
“You,”I reply down the link without hesitation, without holding back and his eyes flash black, causing the breath to stall in my lungs.
He hauls me up into him, my legs instantly going around his waist as he moves us out of the water and then the furs are at my back.
He settles between my legs, his hard cock resting on my stomach but all he does is stare down at me.
It’s silent, but his eyes speak loud enough and I swallow at the emotion swimming in them, the emotion he’s letting me see and I have never seen so much of it.
It causes a lump to lodge in my throat, it causes me to have my hands dig into his arms so nothing can peel me away from him.
“I never thought,” he begins, his voice full of gravel. He clears his throat and tries again, but for some reason, he’s unable to get the words out. Instead, he lowers himself so he’s hovering above my face, elbows on either side of me as he speaks through our link.“I never thought I would be blessed enough to have someone in my life after my mother and sister died. I thought about it so deeply that I let it sink into my mind, and then it became so warped that I would never want anyone anyway, because if my family can get ripped away so easily, why would I want anything else to let the same thing happen.”He didn’t want to get hurt. Tears sting my eyes at his words. I don’t know if he understands why he did that, but he was trying to protect himself. He curls both of his hands into my hair. “Little wolf,” he whispers aloud now, eyes bouncing between mine, his voice rough. “I’m glad it’s you,” he says, rubbing his nose to mine as a tear finally falls.
“I’m glad I tried to kill you that day,” I tell him and he grins.
“You were so fierce, little wolf.”
“Your little wolf.”
“My little wolf.”
My throat closes with emotion as I bring my hand up to the marking on his neck. “Always,” I vow, my eyes on him, my meaning clear.
We will always be, there is no alternative.
“Effiniar,” he murmurs.Indefinite.
I push him onto his back and he willingly goes, his eyes curious.
I run my hands over his chest as he grabs my waist, his thumbs rubbing over me. Taking a breath, I lean down, kissing him softly before I leave a trail down his neck. He sucks in a sharp breath when I nip there, and I smile against him as he grunts, his cock hardening further between us. Then I follow a path down his tattoos, paying extra attention to the lesia flower he had done for me and he moans, muscles contracting as his stare burns me alive.
When I move on and get to the trail of hair that leads down, I bite next to it and he growls, his hips lifting and I feel the pre-cum that now coats my skin between my breasts with the position that I’m in.
I look up and his pupils are blown wide, jaw tense and I smile, rubbing the tattoos on the side of his ribs before I lower further, still trailing kisses. When I get to the base of his cock, he groans, eyes pinned on mine.
I start kissing him, my lips trailing up his hardness, following a vein there, and when I get to the tip I lick the pre-cum there, savoring it and he releases a harsh breath.
“Little wolf.” His gruff voice ends on a groan as I take the head in my mouth, swirling my tongue around him slowly, taking my time to taste him. “Fuck.”
I look up and see his hands clenching at his sides, the possessiveness and burning desire swirling in his eyes, and I know he’s holding himself back.
“There is only you, Vihnarn.” His eyes flare at the meaning as he understands. No matter before him, there is only him. The rest do not count.
“Fuck, little wolf.” He sounds pained, his brows creasing but I see pride in his eyes, I see adoration for me.
“Touch me,” I whisper, before I take the head in my mouth again.
