“Not completely selfish,” I said, before putting my mouth to the place between her legs.
It earned me a kick against my shoulder with a bare foot, her voice shocked. “What do you think you are doing?”
“Finding out how to pleasure you,” I chuckled, amused at how innocent her mind was in this regard. Mine definitely wasn’t. I could easily imagine dozens of ways to take her. I was not sure she would like all of them, though.
“I don’t think—”
A shivering sigh replaced her half-hearted protest as I nibbled on the soft skin of her thigh. Then, I finally allowed myself to taste her, rendering her completely silent as I explored her with my tongue. At least for a while.
Her sounds, if not her words, returned to her as I found the little bud holding the center of her pleasure. Satisfying moans escaped her, hoarse and breathless after a while as I tirelessly teased her with lips and tongue. Her whole body tensed up in rapture, a sobbing little scream torn from her lips at the deliberate use of my teeth.
I couldn’t resist giving her buttocks a slightly condescending slapafterward, my voice taunting. “Perhaps some of that arrogance is well deserved, mmm?”
Baradaz glared at me over her shoulder, the effect diminished by the perspiration darkening her hair and a streak of mud on her cheek where she must have pressed her face against the ground. “One redeeming quality does not even begin to balance the scales,” she goaded me, eyes glowing with a fiery light.
Oh, I loved it when she was defiant like this.
It gave me ample reason to have my way with her. To move behind her while she remained on her hands and knees in front of me and plunge inside her without warning, claiming that welcoming wet heat once more.
“Lyr!” She arched her back in response like some wanton feline creature, pushing against me with a loud groan. I was relentless, another hard thrust following the first, my need for her drowning out everything else. All my thoughts scattered, drifting away like glittering grains of sand in the storm of sensations. The precision of my mind distilled into one task only: to push myself inside her again and again.
Soon I had to grip her hips tightly to prevent her from sliding away in the mud, her body jerking with every thrust. The sounds my punishing pace drove out of her were the sweetest music to my ears: groans and whines, my beautiful little nemesis reduced to her most base desires. When she collapsed with a strangled moan, though, I felt a twinge of concern, instinctively reaching out with my magic to ensure she still wanted this. What I found—her mental shields opening for me as easily as her body—soothed all my doubts. Her hunger was perhaps even greater than mine, an all-encompassing tempest yearning for more.
“The Lady of Light,”I whispered to her mind in a half-intimate,half-mocking drawl.“So eager to be taken like an animal in heat.”
To my surprise, my words did not ignite her ire. Instead her desire sharpened, a chaotic mix ofpleaseanddon’t stopandyes, like thistrickling back into my own thoughts. The last remnants of my control shattered. One hand in her hair, one around that tempting throat, I dragged her body up against mine. The new angle made her cry out, a few more thrusts sending us both flying in glorious abandon, our power pulsing outward in a rippling shockwave.
This time, I needed a few moments to recover. Collapsed on top of her, my face buried in her sweet-smelling hair, I idly played with a strand of it until I could breathe again. Her body was soft and warm, a stark contrast to the cold of the Other around us.
“Have you ever done this with my brother?” The question slipped out before I could stop myself. Part of me didn’t want to know, and yet…
“No.” A soft sigh. Baradaz shifted beneath me, probably uncomfortable with me crushing her like this. “We decided to wait until our union is blessed by the Allfather.”
Her words brought a disbelieving laugh to my lips. Oh, but that meant…
I had been her first. Whatever happened, I would always be the first she had shared her body with. The mere thought made my cock harden within her so quickly I was astonished myself.
“Maker,” Baradaz said, as my hips moved against her in a questioning little thrust. “You are so predictable.” I groaned in disappointment as she shifted out from underneath me, clearly annoyed. “Would you even desire me if I weren’t your brother’s bride?” she asked, getting to her feet.
I blinked up at her in all her disheveled, mud-splattered glory. Maker, she was gorgeous. Especially when she was angry. I grinned. “Who says I desire you?”
Her eyes narrowed as she glanced down at the very prominent proof of my desire for her, though she didn’t resort to the easiest taunt. “You’re always watching me,” she said instead, proving once again she was no fool.
“Ah, and that fed your pride, didn’t it, little queen?” I reached for her hips, pressing a tender kiss to her stomach, softening the sting of my words. “No one can resist your beauty, not even the one fallen into the darkness.”
By the Allfather, I already missed her warmth. I cupped her buttocks, drawing her back toward me, hoping she could be persuaded to have another go at this.
“Did you think it would feel like this?” Baradaz didn’t fight me as I pulled her onto my lap, her legs going around me, her lips finding mine. The kiss was deep and lingering, the languid caresses of her tongue mimicking the way I slid back inside her without the slightest resistance.
“Like what? An endless hunger that can never be satisfied?” To be truthful, I had never felt more than a passing curiosity about this act, too occupied with my quest for knowledge and power to ever take a lover. I had judged the mortals’ obsession with coupling somewhat foolish, though understandable, as procreation was their only path to achieving a little immortality.
As Baradaz moved her hips in agonizingly slow circles on top of me, I realized I might have missed a few vital facts. How desiring another transformed something appearing ridiculous into a thing of beauty; how my unease at having someone so close was drowned out by the overwhelming need to lose myself in her heat and her touch. Time lost all meaning as the pleasure grew at a torturous pace, a groan leaving my lips as she grabbed my shoulders to get enough leverage to speed up our movements. I had never seen her eyes shinebrighter than in that moment, a silver fire that burned into my very core, her forehead pressed against mine, every gasping breath shared.
“Maker, you are so beautiful.” My involuntary murmur caused her smile to deepen, exposing the sharp tips of her small teeth. She clenched around me teasingly, driving a helpless moan from me. “I still hate you,” I forced out with difficulty, trying to hold on to the last remnants of my sanity. “In case you wondered.”
She laughed, her teeth scraping along the tip of my ear in retaliation, a shiver running down my spine. “I know. Oh, believe me, I know.”
I kissed her laughing mouth, eager to drink down her joy, that luminous beauty I craved more of now it had fallen so unexpectedly into my grasp.
