Page 106 of Across an Endless Sea

“Mate,” Jaro grunts, the single word strangled. “Goddess.”

“Move!” I reply.

He doesn’t need to be told twice. He draws back, agonisingly slowly, then rocks back inside. Jaro is determined to be slow and careful with me—despite the almost violent eagerness I can sense coiled beneath his skin—and I both love and hate him for it.

Lore takes pity on Jaro and distracts me by stealing my mouth again. His hand finds my breast and pinches my nipple roughly before releasing it and giving the other the same treatment. The sting travels straight from my breasts, down my spine to spark the arousal coiled in my gut.

That’s all it takes.

I scream, fracturing as the pleasure-pain sends me over the edge. My eyes fall closed, my fingers claw into Lore’s shoulders as I ride out the waves of climax. The redcap hisses, throwing his head back. Worried, I start to draw away, but he grabs my hands and presses them back to his skin.

“That’s it, pet,” Lore coaches. “Come all over his cock. Good girl.”

My orgasm shatters Jaro’s hard-won control. With a howl, he bucks into my slick sheath harder. The wet noise of his body powering into mine fuses with his ragged breathing and my gasps to create a symphony that fills my ears. He chases his own peak with abandon for a minute more, triggering aftershocks that leave me a trembling, writhing mess beneath him.

When he comes, he shoves deep into my body, grinding his hips so that his pelvis butts up against my clit. The motion makes my body clench hard around him, and he snarls again, cock jerking in response.

When he’s finally spent, his arms collapse, and he drops his forehead against mine.

“Rosie,” he breathes, my name a prayer on his lips.

Thirty-Three

Jaromir

Ipull back and look at Rose, my chest heaving as I try to recover from the greatest orgasm of my life. My mate is splayed across the furs like the physical incarnation of lust and innocence. Her eyes are half closed and drowsy, and her body is painted with a violet shimmer.

My wolf is fucking dancing in my mind, enjoying the way our scents have mixed together.

On any other female, I’d be confident she’d just enjoyed herself, but with Rose, I feel the need to make sure. I roll onto my side, tugging her over me like a blanket as I happily coat my sweat-slicked body with the dust she’s left all over the bed. All over me. I’m shimmering with the stuff, and I barely resist the urge to taste it.

I want to wear her dust for days. Roll in it after every shift, so my wolf is just as claimed as I am.

Calm down, Jare. You’ll scare her.

“Are you okay?” I ask, stroking a hand through her hair and ignoring Lore’s huff of protest as I hog our Nicnevin.

She gives a soft hum of contentment, then looks over her shoulder at Lore. “I didn’t… you didn’t…” She gestures at his still obviously erect dick, barely concealed by the tight leather of his trousers.

He hasn’t even bothered to undress. Perhaps he didn’t trust himself to go that far.

Lore grins. “I didn’t come,” he confirms, teasing her. “But there’s always next time, pet. I don’t mind. I love your cuddles, although wolfie is hogging you a bit too much for my liking.”

His pointed barb garners no sympathy from me. He started all of this. I wasn’t expecting to take Rose’s virginity this evening. Going into this, I promised myself that no matter how much I wanted to be inside her, we’d just bring her pleasure. I might’ve wanted to take my mate more than my next breath, but I wasn’t going to rush her.

So why did I? I was expecting she might ask for more, because that’s who Rose is. She’s generous and curious, and it was inevitable I was going to have to turn her down. I thought I was braced for that.

Yet, at her first plea, I just crumbled?

Great going, Jare. Way to show some of that legendary restraint.

Something niggles at the back of my mind, but I’m distracted when I realise Rose is red-cheeked and discretely trying to peer between her thighs at the combination of our fluids slowly leaking out of her and onto me. There’s a lot—understandable, given that I don’t think I’ve ever come so hard in my life—and although a primal part of me loves the sight of her marked and dripping with my seed, she’s clearly uncomfortable.

“Can you get us something to clean up with?” I ask the redcap.

He sighs, rolls his eyes, and blinks away, returning seconds later with a damp towel.

“There’s nothing to be embarrassed about,” I promise Rose when she tries and fails to take it from me to clean herself. “Let me take care of you. I made the mess, after all.”

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