“I wasn’t sleeping,” he said softly.
“Even after that?”
“Especially after that.”
“Do you... think... Frid and Victor heard us?” I asked, stealing a glance at him.
“I hope so. It’s been almost a week of the two of them destroying the house. Not to mention the dining table,” Tynan said and I could tell that he was smiling.
“It’s just embarrassing.”
“You think so?” Tynan’s hand rested on my hip bone, while his thumb moved up and down in a calm soothing way.
Contrary to what Tynan’s intentions were, my blood heated, and I licked my lips thinking about how to make him repeat everything we did just hours ago without looking too forward or greedy.
At the same time, his lips drew lazy kisses on the back of my neck, just below my hairline.
“Tynan,” I whispered and my voice broke.
“Yes?” he breathed into my ear.
“Are you? . . . Can we . . . again?”
I stilled when he parted my thighs with his knee.
His touches were hot and urgent, my head fell back when he took me, without waiting any longer. His hand slid below my stomach repeating the painfully slow movements of his hips behind me.
“Oh, gods.” I pressed my face against the pillow.
A moment later, and my whole body ignited with an amazing need, and I reached back, gripping to Tynan’s hip.
He was more demanding, desperate to give me pleasure. His voice broke as he whispered words of endearment in my ear. He repeated how sweet I was, how much he wanted me. It was his words, and the way he said them, that tipped me over the edge in the end. I cried his name, forgetting about everything.
CHAPTER FORTY-TWO
TYNAN
As much as I tried to concentrate on the task in front of me, I could not pull myself together. I was still too drunk on Alina’s soft skin, her lush lips, the curves of her body. I could barely peel myself away from her. Even after having the whole night, I could not stop from taking her again in the morning, and later when it was time to get dressed, I watched her putting on her undershirt, thinking about the way I wanted to take it off. It was madness, I was losing myself, completely blinded by this need to have her, to be on top of her, inside her.
“You better speed it up. It’s getting cold sleeping on the ground,” the familiar voice of Sage made me shake off my daydreaming.
“It would be faster if you help me sometimes.” I only looked at him.
“You need my sight, not me.” The old man chuckled.
I glanced at him one more time, noticing the long, unruly beard and the unsteady posture. I did not need to be closer to him to guess that the fumes of alcohol could suffocate all the life around him.
“Right,” I muttered.
“You know, I was the first seer in the country once. I knew all the secrets. I had servants and an unlimited allowance. No one else could see as far ahead as I could,” Sage repeated what he already told me on multiple occasions.
I switched the ax to my other hand and resumed shaving the branches off the log of a tree.
“And now I’m sleeping on the ground,” he finished.
I raised my eyebrows, moving the log with the tip of my boot.
“All this makes you wonder how life can turn everything upside down.” Sage sat on the rock and stretched his back. “A king can turn into a beggar and the other way around too. Don’t put the logs so close together, they need to dry out first,” he instructed.
