One finger traces up and down the folds of my sex, then finally plunges inside me.
Yes. Stars,yes.
“Shut up and make me come,” I order breathily, winding my fingers into his hair and forcing his mouth against my pussy.
He says something that sounds like “Yes, ma’am,” but the words are muffled. The vibration of them travels straight into my lower abdomen, snagging at the vibrant twisting threads of arousal balled tightly there.
Dakari was skilled, but Lambert is eager. What he lacks in finesse he makes up for in the way he moans and slurps at my sex like it’s his favourite thing in the whole world. I can’t tell if he was paying attention to my movements earlier, or if he’s stumbled upon the perfect rhythm and angle purely by accident, but my fingers flex in his damp golden locks as he laves my clit like he’s possessed.
He pumps that single tormenting finger slowly. Filling me, then retreating. Teasing me in perfect counterpart to the frantic swipes of his tongue across my pussy.
“Don’t stop,” I order as my head falls back to hit the cool glass of the window. “Good boy. Don’t you dare stop.”
Lambert groans against my flesh at the endearment, and I grind into his face. It’s all the encouragement he needs to fervently chase me over the edge, and I cry out as sunbursts light up behind my eyelids.
His licks turn gentle, helping me to ride out the orgasm just a little longer. When it gets too much, I shove him away. He obeys, licking his lips. Those tempest eyes are stillfixed on my pussy like he’s considering rebelling against my silent order, daring my displeasure for another taste.
I tug gently at his hair in warning, which earns me a puppyish grin.
I’m not surprised when he drags me over him like a blanket the moment we’re both back in the water. His hands slip down to grab my ass, hauling me closer until we’re pressed as close together as we possibly can be. His thumbs trace soothingly back and forth over my skin, lips pressing gentle kisses to my hair.
“Post-sex snuggles aren’t optional. I wrote them in the contract, remember?”
Sighing, I cast a silent spell to raise the temperature of the cooling water and nod. “I remember.”
It turns out that, by Lambert’s definition, snuggles last at least an hour and culminate in the Winthrop heir spread out across my sheets, gloriously naked and wrapped around me like he’s afraid I’ll slip away in the night.
Perhaps it would be sensible to do just that. Unfortunately, I’ve somehow ended up stroking his hair, which is every bit as soft as it looks. Whenever I stop, he makes sleepy noises of complaint. Trouble. That’s what this man is. I suppose all the heirs are, in their own way. The odd seizing feeling that presses behind my ribcage agrees.
Maybe that’s not wholly a bad thing.
After all, without him, I’d likely be lying here, trying my best to ignore the sense of ever-present doom that’s taken up lodging between my shoulder blades. Sleep would certainly be out of the question. But with him, all warm and soft and safe, it’s no wonder that I’m already dozing.
My last thought before I drift off is that I could very easily get used to never sleeping alone again.
Twenty-Five
Kyrith
Those warm fuzzy feelings are completely absent the next evening as the heirs and Eddy gather in the Solarium at the end of their tutoring. Dakari and Jasper are both gaping at me. Perhaps I should’ve broken the news more gently.
“Sanctuary?” Jasper’s gaze drops down to the rainbows of light bathing the floor. “But my family just got me back.”
“You remember everything,” Pierce dismisses. “You can’t seriously believe that Clan McKinley can keep you safe now that you know what he’s capable of? You and North need Sanctuary more than anyone else right now.”
“North?” Eddy asks, looking up from her phone with a frown. “What do you mean?”
“Your brother is the only thing standing between Mathias and full control. As long as an heir exists, there’s an avenue for his rule to be challenged.” I swallow back the lump in my throat and continue. “Which is why it was very sensible for thetwo of you to come here and claim Sanctuary in the first place.”
“Because I’m so weak,” Eddy grumbles. “And North doesn’t know shit. Yeah. We get it.”
“I can’t stay here all the time,” Lambert interjects. “I have practice, and we have class?—”
“I think we can assume you’re safe in public settings,” I say. “Mathias hasn’t spent all of these years in secrecy for no reason.”
Dread drags an icy claw down my spine as I imagine a world where the magister isn’t required to hide anymore.
“But you want us to live here?” Leo checks, expression completely unreadable. “You’re sure?”
