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“Wolfe!” A cry tore from her throat as her body arched against me.
“Yes Ziyka. Say my name. Let the gods know who you belong to now.”I tightened my grip on her hips.
An anguished moan fell from her lips when she came, her walls squeezing my cock relentlessly. I lost control and followed her seconds later, growling curses as I poured into her.
We stayed like that. Right there, where our breaths entwined beneath the fall of the water, the world narrowing to the thrum of our pounding hearts.
When my breathing calmed, I pulled out of her and turned her to face me.
She gazed up at me, eyes dazed and soft, like I’d broken her in all the right places and she wanted me to do it again.
I moved her hair out of her face and placed a kiss on her temple.
She rested her head against my chest, and I held her there, pressing my forehead to hers. “Tired yet, mage?” I teased.
“No. I don’t want this night to end.”
“The night will never end for us.”
She looked at me again, her expression serious. “Won’t it?”
A multitude of questions lay behind those two words, but we wouldn’t talk about those things tonight.
“No, it won’t.”
“But your uncle?—”
I cut her off with a kiss, my lips brushing hers in a lingering promise. “Not tonight. This is our night, and I need more. More of you, Elariya.”
“I need more of you, too.”
“Good, let’s go.” I picked her up, so she could wrap those silky legs around my waist.
“What are you going to do with me?” She smiled.
“You’ll see, Ziyka.” I carried her back into the bedroom and sank down onto the bed with her on my lap so she could straddle me. “This is what I want next. I want you to ride me.”
My little mage positioned herself over my cock and took control with a single, devastating touch.
She moved above me like a goddess. My salvation. My damnation.
Mine.
Chapter 49
Wolfe
“Clash of Reckoning and Shadows”
My father used to say,'The truest wrath isn't loud. It waits.'
Anger burned hot and faded; wrath waited and devoured everything. When it struck, there was no place left to hide.
I'd heard my father utter those words countless times, but I never experienced the full meaning of his wisdom until now.
Shrouded in seething shadows, I portaled directly into Dreynthor's chamber at Wendrathl House like a storm unleashed. The bastard usually stayed at the palace, but he slithered here when he wanted to entertain his whores away from his wife's watchful eyes.
Sure enough, there he was, sprawled in the center of a king-sized bed with not one or two, but five females. All of them naked and fawning over him as if he was some kind of god they worshipped.
