She moaned his name when he took one nipple between his lips and gently suckled as he took pity on her and slid a finger deep inside of her, slowly fucking her as he made his way down her stomach and between her legs, pausing to press a kiss against each thigh as he shifted between her legs.
He slid his finger inside of her one last time before he pulled his hand free so that he could lean in and trace her slit with his tongue, teasing her as he used his thumbs to spread her lips, exposing her swollen, little clit to his tongue so that he could kiss it and tease it with his lips before tracing it with his tongue while she ran her fingers through his hair, moaning his name as she shifted beneath him as he made his way down to her core and slid his tongue inside of her.
He-
“Ashlyn,” Shayne groaned as pleasure shot up his spine, forcing him to move his hand faster over his cock while he imagined licking her out only to groan when his cock hardenedin his hand seconds before he came, forcing him to slap his hand against the wall when his legs threatened to give out.
This curse was going to be the death of him, Shayne thought, struggling to catch his breath as he pushed the shower door open and-
“I...God, I didn’t need ta see that!” Declean said only to curse when Shayne shoved him through a wall as he made his way out of the bathroom.
“Mean bastard!”
CHAPTER 14
King Williams’ Faire
North Stonewall, New Hampshire
“Ineed ye ta trade back with me,” Declean said as Shayne took in the small clearing where Megan Jorgenson was last seen alive.
“Can’t handle the lass?” Aidan asked in a teasing tone that had Declean’s eyes narrowing dangerously on him.
“I can handle the lass,” Declean bit out as Shayne glanced from the spot where Megan’s tent used to be to the line of small trees and bushes that would have hidden her tent from the visitors entering the park, to the winding dirt path that would have brought visitors behind the line of trees to where her tent used to be, creating a blind spot.
Her tent was at the front of the park, hidden in the far right corner past the entrance and would have only been visible to visitors as they passed the dirt path. From here, he could see a small section of the hand-carved map on the other side of the walkway that would have led visitors to the next tent twenty feet away.
Everything was blocked by trees, bushes, and that bulletin board, making this the perfect spot to grab someone, Shayne realized as he slowly turned around and took in the thick woods surrounding them, the old chain-link fence that ran through the woods and the visitors’ parking lot that he could barely make out through the trees a hundred yards away.
It would have been so easy to grab her and drag her through the woods and no one would have seen anything. They probably wouldn’t have been able to hear anything either over the sounds of laughter, the medieval music playing over the speakers, and the loud cheers coming from the jousting fields.
He dropped his gaze and took in everything from the small apple tree that had been planted in Megan’s honor to the small memorial plaque staked into the ground before running his eyes over the ground itself, taking in the bare patches where years of foot traffic had taken its toll, destroying the grass.
“Then, what’s the problem?” Aidan asked as Shayne took in everything from the red mulch that had been placed around the base of the apple tree to the twigs, bits of trash, and the smooth black rocks sticking out of the ground by his feet.
“She won’t let me watch my shows!” Declean snapped as Shayne reached down and pulled one of the rocks free. He used his thumb to wipe the packed dirt away, noting the smooth texture before he absently tossed it in his hand as he looked back over his shoulder and-
“She looks pissed, lad,” Aidan said, appearing by his side as they watched the small woman in question pause mid-pace to glare at him.
“She hasn’t been sleeping well,” Declean said conversationally as he joined them while Shayne stood there, wondering if the curse was fucking with her head too.
For the past month, he’d refused to think about her or to give into the overwhelming urge to go to her. He wanted to put this off for as long as humanly possible for one simple reason.
He wasn’t in a rush to watch her die in his arms again.
Every time he ignored this hold that she had over him, he felt like his fucking soul was being torn in half, leaving him struggling to get through the day only to have her haunt his dreams every night.
Except for last night.
Last night, the curse nearly destroyed him when it decided to punish him and there was no fucking doubt in his mind that it was trying to punish him. For the first time since he was brought back, he’d dreamed about Lasarín.
Christ, it felt so real.
In the blink of an eye, he found himself brought back to the last time that he’d made love to her. Everything felt so real, from the furs beneath them to the warmth from the fire. Every touch, kiss, and caress felt so fucking good. The way that she kissed him, the way that she moaned softly, how she felt in his arms, and the way that it felt when his cock touched her bare pussy, soft and welcoming, felt real. And then, he woke up alone in his bed, moaning her name, and the pain from her loss hit him so hard that it nearly broke him.
“Find anything?” Ashlyn asked as he felt the familiar ache from Lasarín’s loss threatening to drop him to his knees only to nearly groan when her presence washed away the pain, leaving him feeling whole.
God, that feeling when he was close to her...
