Page 28 of Sanctuary with Kings

Conall reappeared and vanished, slowed when my lungs refused to catch breath and I had to stop, darted again when I lunged forward. I could see the sweat glittering on his back as we turned another corner into a meadow, a few oak trees littered around the wide yard, horses grazing and eyeing us warily at a distance.

My knees were shaking, my ankles sore, and my hair had come loose and tangled itself eagerly, sticking to the sweat on my back. Conall stopped under the shade of an oak, staring at me, gaze glowing. His cock was hard again, his own chest flushed.

He arched his head back, and my hands gripped my own tired thighs at the sight of the flexing, stretching muscle. My eyelids fluttered shut at the call of his howl, a deeper sound than I expected, aching and answering in my galloping chest. I blinked my eyes open again, caught his stare, and lifted the hem of my nightdress. It clung to the sweat on my skin, peeled away, and immediately the sunlight stroked me, kissed and licked at parts of me it hadn't touched in centuries. My head fell back, lips parted as I panted, and the nightdress dropped into the grass.

"Evanthia."

He croaked my name out, too far away for me to hear more than a broken whisper.

Something cracked in my chest, bloomed, and then clawed its way up my throat. My mouth rounded and I let out the howl, the scream sharp and ragged. The sound carried a dense weight with it and I swayed in place, dizzy. I laughed asnéktarflickered through me.

Conall had started toward me, but when I straightened and gazed back, the furrow on his brow smoothed and he twisted away, running again. I chased him, watching his legs stretch and work, matching my stride to his. A glimmer of sweat trailed down his back, and my mouth watered. He glanced over his shoulder at me, grinning, then jogged for a beat, and let me see the rise and swollen red of his cock.

I ignored the warning tremble of my legs, the pinch and stab in my gut, the endless pressure in my chest. I ran harder.

Conall howled, and I chorused with him, my own weaker with my short breath, but it carried along with his all the same.

He was slowing—we were getting too close to the horses, and one was starting to stomp its foot in warning—and when he turned, I followed the curve, pumped my arms and legs, and let out a scream of effort.

Conall spun to face me, knees bending and arms outstretched to catch me. I leapt, throwing myself into his chest, and he braced us both, landing on the ground and rolling, our legs tangling together. I caught his hair in my fist, and he snarled as I pulled hard on it. My back hit the earth and then arched up, and I pushed my breasts to Conall's face.

"I won," I gasped out.

Conall huffed and growled, but his mouth devoured my offering.Néktarwas a storm above us, rushing through me, and Conall's bite was gentle, his tongue swirling and lips suckling on my breast. I wrestled beneath him until my legs were unpinned, gulping down air, my body throbbing with exhaustion, with arousal. I rolled my hips up into Conall's lightly-furred stomach, a trail of short red hairs traveling down his belly, and my breath stuttered.

"Feast," I ordered, and it was a command for both of us. I pushed at Conall's head and he laughed, sitting up and fighting my grip long enough to grin at me.

"Gladly."

My thighs were spread, body a blatant invitation, and I loosened one hand from his hair, shoving it back into the earth as his ferocious mouth dove between my legs. I howled again as Conall's tongue swept against me, gasped as he sucked sweat from the hollow of my hips, bucked into his lips as they kissed chastely at my clit.

"Overripe fruit," he whispered, circling his tongue around my clit. "Young wine," he added, swiping over my folds. "Melted sugar," he said, kissing the darker curls. And then his thumbs stretched me open, claws pricking carefully, and his tongue thrust inside of me. I moaned, fucked myself onto the too-short but perfectly slick length prodding inside of me, and Conall's groan vibrated into my core.

"Such a wet pussy," he growled, pulling away.

My eyes squeezed shut, trying to block out the wave of sorrow, to ride thenéktarand nostalgia, to remember all the sensations I'd lost long ago.

Conall ducked again, sucking and slurping on me, and my cunt throbbed, empty and pleading. I sat up and Conall scowled as I tugged him away from my sex, but he laughed as I pawed and pushed and threw him down to the ground, climbed over his long legs, stroked and scratched at his chest. His hands gripped my hips, and he was lazy, indolent, and luxurious in the grass, his eyes matching their shadows, his hair strikingly bright. The sun struck my back hard, and I moaned at the very sight of him.

I'd known from first glance that Conall was made for hedonism, and he'd drawn out parts of myself that had been buried years ago. I wanted them back. Immediately.

I found his cock, stroked it in my fist, smiled and marveled as his eyes rolled back and his chest heaved with a low moan. He bucked as I sank, and we both froze, mouths open and eyes wide, as his cock pressed inside of me.

The intrusion was sudden and startling, and my legs were tired from running. I was wet from his licking, from my own arousal, and he fit inside of me with a neat and satisfying stretch. I stilled, eyes shut, and tried to push away the looming outlines in my mind, the thumping footsteps that matched my nervous heartbeat.

"Evanthia."

Conall's voice cracked, and I caught my breath. He sat up, arms twisting around my waist, lines creased between his brow, and our chests brushed, our breaths uneven.

He was lodged inside of me, thick and hard and…

I sighed, and his expression relaxed. My clawed hands smoothed and stroked up his back, circling his throat, and his eyelids drooped in lazy, expectant pleasure. I rolled my hips and ducked down, and we groaned together as he stroked inside of me. Our tongues licked at one another, plunging and pressing and retreating as I ground down into his lap, relearning the feeling of a cock inside of me, the safety of arms around my back. His touch was loose, petting gently at my spine and down to squeeze my ass, but his kiss was urgent, teeth starting to nip and breath ragged.

I pushed, my hands around his throat, and he let out a long, dark sound of pleasure as he fell back into the grass.

"Fuck me,mo chroí."

My hands flattened on his chest, my hair dripping forward off my shoulders as I bent to kiss the warm, short curls there. His hands helped my hips lift, the drag of him inside of me slow and thorough, the drop of my weight back down rushing quickly, making us both yelp.

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