Page 66 of Realm of Nightmares
Tears pricked at the corner of her eyes. She pressed her lips together, willing them away, then shook her head, her golden pink hair tumbling around her.“I can’t.”
It was too much. He was too much.
He was going to send her over the edge, and she feared she’d never be able to recover from him.
“Yes, you can.” He angled her so he pumped himself even deeper and her head fell back.
The sun faded from the sky. Day was bleeding into dusk and stars winked through the gathering clouds.
“I love you, astora.”
Tiernan surged into her, pushing harder and deeper, entangling them both in a web of desire. He cupped her breasts, lightly pinching her nipples until they ached, until she wasn’t sure she could take anymore. The gold studs along his cock teased her clit, overwhelming her with the need for release. She pulsed around him, glowing, shimmering, unable to catch her breath as another orgasm wrecked her from the inside out.
It ricocheted through them, spending them both, and she feltallof it.
His heartbeat as it thundered, his magic as it sought hers, his seed as he filled her.
When she finally toppled forward onto him, she was nearly smothered by a pillow.
Startled, she jerked backward, only to find herself back in her bedroom in the House of Death. Satin sheets were tangled around her, and she was coated in sweat, her body hot and throbbing. Carefully, she slid one hand between her thighs. The tips of her fingers came away damp, but it was only her wetness. There was no proof of Tiernan’s release.
She released a shaky breath.
Just a dream, then. An illusion.
Maeve sank back into her pillows, Tiernan’s touch slowly fading, the loss suffocating her.
Home.
All she wanted to do was go home.
ChapterTwenty
“What in the actual fuck?” Tiernan muttered, tugging his fur cloak tightly around himself.
He was trekking across the Ice Straits with Aran. The wind was so brutally cold he could no longer feel his face, and the snowfall grew heavier with each passing minute, making it all the more difficult to see. He was absolutely miserable, and yet his dick was rock solid.
Swollen and aching for a certain female with sea-swept eyes. It was like a fucking wet dream, except he was wide awake.
If he was alone, he’d pump himself dry just to ease the staggering need for her.
“Everything okay?” Aran spared him a glance, his shoulders covered in a thick layer of snow.
“I’m fine,” Tiernan grumbled. “It’s nothing.”
Except it wasn’t nothing. Images of Maeve and himself had slammed into his mind with acute clarity. He could hear her soft moans, touch her silky skin, taste every last drop of her. All of it was real—the grit of the sand beneath him, the feel of her clenching around the length of his shaft as her climax rocked her, the sound of her cries drowning out the crashing waves. But it was like a memory that didn’t belong to him.
“Are you certain?” Aran’s auburn brow arched in question. “You’re looking a little distressed.”
“Trust me,” Tiernan muttered under his breath, shifting away to hide his pulsing cock. “You don’t want to know.”
Tiernan couldn’t very well mention he’d just imagined himself fucking Aran’s sister on a beach. The High Prince wouldnotfind that information entertaining in the least.
“Maeve.”He reached out to her through their Strand, but grim silence was his only response.
Damn it. Why didn’t she answer him?
They continued across the Ice Straits, heading northwest through a torrential blizzard. The onslaught of snow was blinding, made worse by the strange grayish-blue hue painting the heavens. It was safer to travel at night, to stay vigilant against any threat, but now the sky was almost awake. It was the time of the predawn hours, before the muted sunlight filtered through the banking clouds, when the night had not yet released its clutches to the morning.
