And his tongues were in my mouth, now. His fingers in my hair. His groan sluicing down my own throat, like the finest wine.
“Nazreen,” he rasped against my mouth. “I need you.” His lips slid to my chin, my jaw, worshipping. “My beautiful one. Perfect creature. You don’t know how you haunt me.”
His hand fell between us, finding my clit and stealing my breath before I could form a reply. Wetness seeped from me, coating the fat head of his dick as he circled and stroked. Trembling with need, I begged him, “Please.”
“Tell me,” he said, a possessive growl that I felt roll like smoke down my spine. “Anything, Nazreen.”
“Inside,” I breathed, pushing against him, pressure building, pleasure licking all through me with tiny flames.
“You need me here? Right here?” He gave a shallow thrust, notching himself just slightly inside. A feverish tremor wracked me. My fingers spasmed on his jaw.
“God,yes.”
Together, we began a slow grind, a rocking rhythm that built and built until he was thrusting ruthlessly into me and I was coming with a shattered moan. While I convulsed against him, all around him, he rolled us both, pinning me on my back and driving even deeper into the frantically coiling ecstasy of my insides. At this angle his cock spears were trapped against my flesh, bracketing my swollen clit as he slammed home and exploded.
I cradled his face as he savagely worked through his pleasure in my body. I wanted him to feel good inside me. I wanted so much for him.
His forehead collapsed to mine, our ragged breathing intermingling, syncing up and then slowing. Already, sleep was tugging at me once again. I was fully prepared to succumb to it. To go to sleep, right here and now, with Thaleo still pulsing inside me.
But a sudden brightness had me opening my eyes and turning my head towards the balcony window.Dawn? Already?
It wasn’t dawn. The sky was still inky with night.
But there was something in the ink of it. Silvery bright, nearly translucent, and getting closer every second.
“Thaleo,” I gasped. “Is that…”
“The Vrika,” he answered flatly. Unlike me, he exhibited no surprise at the apparition. While I stared out the window, my eyes wide with wonder at the sight, he merely pulled out of me and sat on the edge of the bed, tying his loincloth with efficient, emotionless hands.
“What…What’s wrong?” I asked. “This is the Vrika!”
Why was he sitting there as if, instead of his people’s most holy and revered spirit, he was being faced with the hangman’s noose?
The Vrika stopped outside the window, the starlight ribbon of its body slipping back and forth on silent wings.
Thaleo’s gaze was glued to his fists upon his knees. He did not look at it.
“What is it?” I asked, sitting up and wrapping the bedding around myself.
“It has come for me.”
“Wh-What?”
“This is the third time,” he said. “It has already summoned me twice before. While you were recovering.”
“It…It summoned you? For a mate vision?”
“Yes,” he replied. “And I did not go.”
I realized I was panting again. I tried to stop, to breathe slowly through my nose.
He’d ignored the Vrika’s call. Thaleo. The man who’d once told me that exile would be a reasonable punishment for any other man who’d done the same.
“Why?”
He wrenched his eyes to mine then, his sight stars agonized.
His voice was taut with longing. “You know why, Nazreen.”
