Page 85 of A Court of Sugar and Spice
Once his curse breaks, I will make him pump me full of his release every day. There will never be another man for me; no cock but his. My body knows it, screams it, shatters around him again as he keeps thrusting.
When my second orgasm hits, Lir bellows in shock, and I scream.
My world is whited out in a blaze of sublime ecstasy.
It’s like rising on the crest of a wave that never ends, that just keeps climbing, and glittering, and arching higher and higher in the bright glare of the sun.
And then it’s over, and I manage to inhale. I forgot to breathe while it was happening—that erotic, divine, insane peak we just achieved together.
Slowly, shakily Lir draws himself out of the suction of my pussy and keels over on his stomach beside me, huffing through the blissful aftermath.
“Was that—” I whisper.
He nods. “The Chosen bond.”
“Oh fuck.”
“Indeed.”
“I love it. And I love you, and I will love doing this forever. Especially when your curse is broken. Which should be today, yes?”
“Today.” He closes his eyes briefly, his palm sliding over my skin as if he loves the feel of it, as if he can’t get enough of me. “It will be dawn soon, and we’ll have to leave. You should rest until then.”
“We could sleep a little,” I suggest, wriggling closer to him. “And then we could—do this again.”
“I love that plan.” He brushes back my hair with his fingers and kisses my forehead.
But then he frowns and sits up, tilting his head as if to catch a sound.
“What is it?” I sit up as well—a difficult feat since the climaxes have turned my muscles to jelly.
“I’m not sure.” He rises from the bed and takes a step toward the tent flap, still listening.
His handsome face pales, his features stiffening with sudden alarm. “Louisa, get up. Get dressed.”
“What? Why?”
“They’re coming. The Unseelie.”
“You can hear them?” I gasp, hastily pulling on my clothes.
“Yes. The thunder of hooves, the stamp of beast-mounts, the tramp of booted feet—all of it blended, shaking the ground. Some distance away still, but coming nearer.” He hitches his pants into place, fastening the buttons.
Our tent flap swings open while I’m buckling my belt, and Orain appears in the gap, apprehension written across her dark features. “The winged patrols have raised the alarm, my lord. They’ve clashed with Unseelie in the air, and the ones who survived the encounter say the Unseelie army is on the move, coming this way. No doubt they plan to destroy us and take control of the Pool.”
“We will fight with you,” says the Prince.
“Your pardon, Majesty, but in this cursed state you cannot help us. We need you to ride for the Pool. We will send an escort with you, a dozen warriors—”
“No,” says Lir. “No escort. Louisa and I made it this far on our own—we can finish this. And you need every fighter here.”
I should be flattered he’s so confident in our ability to do this together, but terror is constricting my lungs. I focus on hauling in deep breaths as we don our capes, as I snatch Fin’s satchel of spells, as I follow the Prince out of the tent. Quickly we mount two of the white reindeer.
“Stars speed you, my King,” Orain calls as we gallop away.
I’ve never ridden a reindeer before, but it’s similar enough to riding a horse that I’m not too out of my depth. The saddle is a little higher and narrower than I’m used to, and my stag seems restive, but so far he’s heeding my direction.
Lir and I urge our mounts through the awakening camp. It must look to the roused Seelie warriors as if their newly returned king is fleeing the battle. I can only hope Orain and the others will explain the situation. I want to shout to them all, “We’ll return as fast as we can!” But I have no idea how soon that will be.
