I was enjoying myself so much, nearly coming from her taste and sounds alone, that I didn’t realize my woman was already straddling the edge of her climax. I paused, looking up to see blatant need across her face, a strangled sound of frustration leaving her.
A primal sound broke from my throat as I continued to devour her, her hands sliding into my hair and gripping me hard. Moving my arm into a position in which I could curl my finger into her, I set into a pattern matching the flicks of my tongue until her hips were bucking. Finally relenting, I toyed with her clit between my teeth, and when I sucked on the delicate nerve bundle, she fucking exploded.
The moment would be seared in my mind forever.
Kyella’s cry of my name echoed through the open space, loud enough that I’m sure others heard, exactly as I’d hoped. I groaned at the taste of her, lapping it up, her sweetness making me feel like an addict. When she fell from her climax, breathing unevenly, I realized how sensitive she was. I blew gently on her clit and she whimpered, causing me to pull back with a smug smile.
“You’re so perfect,” I praised, leaning over her and pressing a kiss to her forehead.
“That was—” She stared at me with wide eyes, blinking as if trying to fully process the moment. “Holy shit, that was amazing, Dakath.”
Feeling like the emperor of the world, I kissed her hard. She let out a soft moan and kissed me back, not minding her own taste on my mouth.
“Any time you want that or feel any type of need, you tell me. Now, it’s time for lunch, to ensureallyour needs are satisfied,” I murmured against her mouth before rolling us and picking up a very dazed version of Kyella that looked a bit unsteady but very sated.
A giggle suddenly escaped her lips, and I offered her a questioning look.
“I just thought… Well, you just ate, so you don’t need lunch,” she teased, sending a saucy wink my way.
I broke into a full chuckle as I gripped her jaw and kissed her again. Kissed the woman I was so easily falling for.
ChapterNineteen
Kyella
There had been many reasons for me to run while imprisoned in Malakai’s empire, usually from some sort of danger or a threat, like one of my guards. The need was never very far, and never for the purpose of exercise. This experience in the training yard was something brand new, and I was starting to think it wasn’t exactly my cup of tea.
Or blood? I guess it wasn’t my cup of blood now.
My chest felt tight, and my lungs were starting to burn from the rapid, short breaths leaving me. Despite being faster and stronger than before, I still got tired. Quickly, unfortunately. My initial burst of energy—the one that had me outrunning Dakath during sprints—was short-lived. Now my muscles tingled, and my limbs were heavy. I had a feeling if I stopped, they’d begin shaking.
I didn’t dare give up, though.
I kept pushing, my chin raised in determination. Kolvar had now mentioned to Elijah—you know, the jerk who had told me to run a ridiculous amount of laps around the training yard—several times that I should stop early, but each time I’d insisted I was fine and that I could keep going. Even Dakath, who was running next to me, had tried to convince me to at least take a break.
Besides the fact that if I stopped I wouldn’t be able to pick this back up, there were other reasons I didn’t plan on giving up.
First of all, Elijah was watching me like a hawk, and I fully planned on showing him that I was capable of handling this little training routine he’d cooked up. I knew it was a silly thing to be so adamant about, but I wanted to prove my strength. Prove that I was what Myrin said I was and not some weak human after all. There was a growing respect in Elijah’s eyes as I pushed past my limits, and I found myself pleased by that.
Secondly, I wanted to prove to myself that I could do this. With every day that passed, I opened up more and more to those around me, and found myself focused on what was important to me—what I wanted out of life. I wanted to be someone destined for greatness, someone who could bring change to the world, and in order to do that, I needed to get in shape and learn how to fight.
It was inevitable that war was coming, something Myrin had made abundantly clear in our conversation. I refused to back away from the fight or stay behind. I wanted to stand side-by-side with the soldiers, fighting for a worthy cause.
Finally, there was the small little fact that Myrin was sitting up on a raised balcony, Barnabus sitting on her shoulder as she watched my ordeal with interest. I knew her intent wasn’t to make me nervous, but she did. I felt like she expected something amazing out of me, and while she had never put that pressure on me openly, I still felt it.
Frankly, I was just glad for Bailey and Rina, who had joined her for the day and served as a partial distraction as they talked. I didn’t know where Tristan was off to, but my hearing had picked up something about a job and housing. I was happy they were getting settled—they deserved that.
“Alright! You’re done.” Elijah’s voice had me stopping in my tracks. I groaned and sagged, Dakath wrapping an arm around me in support and walking me towards a bench as my legs began to tremble.
“Don’t have her sit.” Kolvar frowned in concern, his brows pinching together. “Her muscles will tighten up.” His hazel eyes settled on me. “Can you do some stretches, darling? I know you feel exhausted now, but I promise in five minutes you’ll feel ten times better.”
I shot him a doubtful look while Elijah offered me a large, closed canister. I drank it down, realizing at the first sip that it was chilled blood—unfortunately, very human. It was interesting how easily I could discern the difference in blood sources already.
Shockingly though, Kolvar had been right. Within three minutes I was feeling back to normal as my body healed the aches training had caused.
“That’s amazing,” I breathed out, stretching my arms above my head.
“Makes training a lot easier,” Dakath agreed, his eyes running over my frame.
