Page 32 of Conquering the King of Storms

He wasn’t going to reason me out of this, though. Drugged Harper knew exactly what she wanted—and she wanted him.

“Do you know how many times you whispered to me about how much you wanted to taste me? About how soon you’d be buried inside me, claiming me? About how you would take me? Your wind would drag over my abdomen, over my thighs, over my breasts…” I leaned against him, pinning our hands between us.

His gaze was growing slightly desperate. “We can’t, Sway,” he repeated. It sounded like he was trying to convince himself, not me.

“Why not? We’re mates, aren’t we? Do you think Flame would leave Ivy wanting like this? Or—”

His lips crashed into mine, his tongue delving into my mouth as his hands wrapped around my inner thighs, dragging me back up his body until my core hit his erection again. Wind whippedaround us, and I slid my hands out from between our pelvises, sliding them back up his body before burying them in his hair. It was still tied up in a bun, and soaking wet, yet somehow still felt so fucking soft in my hands. I tangled my fingers in it, using the strands to pull myself further up him, dragging my core against his erection.

He wrenched his mouth away from mine, and his eyes were glowing slightly. It was a completely different kind of glow than the one when he was insane.

“Tell me what you want,” he growled at me. “Before my instincts take control.”

My fingers tightened in his hair. “I don’t want your instincts, Sirus. I want you.Youtake control.” Even as my drugged-self said the words, I was grinding on his erection, trying to take what I wanted.

The glow in his eyes faded, but the heat only flared.

His big, warm hands slid the straps of my dress down my arms. I released his hair long enough to tug said arms free from the fabric, and his fingers curved around the top of the dress.

Hesitation paused his motions.

I slid my hands back into his hair, leaning up higher so my lips brushed his ear as I whispered, “I’m yours, right? So take me.”

“You’re going to hate me after this,” he snarled at me, even as he ripped the dress down my body. Though his motions were a little violent, he didn’t hurt me even slightly.

He paused to stare at me for a hot minute, his gaze devouring me whole. My hands stroked his neck, shoulders, and arms, mycore still rocking against him. “You’re fucking perfect,” he finally said to me.

I arched against him, and his gaze flicked to the ground for a moment. A harsh wind blew behind me, and then he lowered my back down until it met smooth, hard stone.

Had he just…

He tore the rest of the dress from my body, and his hands found my thighs, opening me to him. Though he towered over me, I didn’t feel an ounce of fear. Only desire, and heat.

So much heat.

“Fuck me,” Sirus whispered. His voice sounded sort of… reverent. Even through the haze of the drug, the look of complete and utter devotion on his face was one I didn’t think I could ever forget.

I arched upward, making a needy noise.

His hands opened my thighs further, and he lowered himself to the ground.

A hot, possessive look filled his face as he took me in, and strangely, I wasn’t self-conscious.

His nostrils flared as he inhaled. I knew he couldn’t smell anything—Ivy had told me that had come with all of his ridiculously-strong magic, like Quake’s blindness. “Tell me if I do something wrong.”

“Not possible,” I breathed, arching toward his face.

He parted me carefully, and dragged a thumb over my clit.

A cry escaped me, and a low growl rumbled his chest.

He slid his thumb down over my opening, and then back up to my clit.

The man must’ve understood female anatomy already, becausefuck.

He played with me for a minute before he finally leaned in, and slowly dragged his tongue over my clit.

I cried out loudly, the sound echoing around us as I rocked against him frantically. He picked up the pace a little, working me with his tongue, and when he slid a massive finger inside me, I shattered with a scream.

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