Page 103 of Bite of Passage
He pressed his lips together, silent.
Oh, no.Had she disappointed him?
He erupted in throaty laughter.“Thinking I want ye at my neck too much for that right now.Someday.We’ll figure it out.Come ’ere.”
He pulled her to straddle him.He thrust upward, impaling her so hard she could feel her orgasm already building.She leaned over him, lifting up only to fully sit again.
“Oh, God, Skarde.This is almost too much.But I can’t stop.I can’t…reach your neck from here.”She ground down on him.
“Gemma …” Apparently, he wanted her at his neck because he flipped her to her back and hovered above her before his hips pulsed in and out.He gripped the headboard with one hand and pushed her legs wider with the other.The tension in his body was unbelievable.His muscles rippled with each thrust.A numbing sensation pooled at her core.Pleasure seared her when he hit the perfect spot.Over and over.
Her back arched as she started to cry out, but he took her mouth with his, pulling her cries from her as he continued.
“Bite me.And come again,” he ordered, lowering his head to angle his neck against her mouth.
She scored his neck.The taste of his blood went straight to her head and she began spasming all over again.He grunted at the same time, falling victim to his own climax.
Head bent toward her shoulder, he slowly stopped.“Wow.”
“Yeah, that was amazing.”Lovingly, she ran her hand over his thick shoulders.But her stomach twisted into knots.She didn’t want to ruin the moment, but she couldn’t help wondering what he wanted for the two of them.Would they stay together?Was he going to try to send her home again?
“Sleep,” he murmured as he rolled to his side and pulled her into him.“Daylight.”
“Thank you for not giving up when I needed you.”
“Would’ve given my life to get you free.”
ChapterForty-Three
When Gemma woke,Skarde no longer lay with her, but sat next to the bed with his head cradled in both hands.As she stirred, he glanced up, harsh lines carving his face.Something serious was coming her way, but the one thing about Skarde she could rely on was he didn’t balk at relaying bad news.
This was the person she loved with her entire heart.Together they could handle whatever was thrown at them.She asked, “Are you okay after…everything?”
His face softened ever so slightly before he dropped his chin to his chest.“I’m sorry for whatever I said outside the church.I don’t remember.It’s little excuse, but I’d been poisoned.I shouldn’t have left you at the inn.”
“They tried to stake me.I’m thinking you might want to get your money back on the room.That’s a clear hospitality breach.”
His lips twitched as if about to smile but stress rested in his gaze.
“I was angry.It’s my fault I didn’t take the time to think about you and the whole witch-fight situation.I ran and ran toward the Vorche until I smacked into VanFliet.I assume you figured out he might not be entirely on the bad guy team.Petra hurt him to control him somehow.”
“Fliet’s free of Petra now.Gemma…” He twisted a metal bracelet on his left wrist.
“Whatever it is, tell me.”
He glanced toward the window before he locked gazes with her.
“What’s wrong?”she asked.
“Serina is here.She was your guardian in the other realm.I hear she didn’t do a great job of it.The mages sheltered you after your parents were killed and hid you over there.It was the only way they could think to keep you safe.Now you…” His voice cracked and broke off.He fisted his hand and then relaxed it.
She entwined her fingers together to keep from reaching out to him.
He cleared his throat, although his voice came out little more than a hoarse rasp.“You need to go back to where you came from.To retrieve VanFliet’s cure.You?—”
“I don’t want to go back,” she interrupted.“I planned to ask Serina to get what I think VanFliet needs.I’m not one hundred percent sure what’ll work.I’ll stay here.With you.”
He leaned in to kiss her.Gentle.Tender.
