“That’s my girl,” he cooed.
Jace released my wrists, and his hand flew to my pants, unbuttoning them in an undeniable, hurried need. He ripped my pants down my legs, dragging my body slightly down the table with it, and I ignored the scraping that dug into my back from the stone beneath me—the pain of it only added to the pleasure.
Before I could grasp what he was up to, his arms spread my legs wide, putting me on display for him as his mouth secured my center in the same breath.
A sound that was half moaning, half gasping left me, as he started to devour me. Sliding a finger into me, his tongue lapped at my pussy, working me like I was the best thing he ever tasted, or as if he were savoring his last meal.
It wasn’t enough. It wouldneverbe enough.
My hands gripped the waves in his thick hair and then moved down to explore his skin. Another flick of his tongue sent my nails digging into his shoulder blades.
More desperate moans escaped me, bouncing off the walls of our war chamber as his touch became more frenzied.
My entire body felt as if it would burst into flames and my arms, on instinct, sprawled out at my sides, wiping away all the markers we had placed for our army.
His movements faltered at the sound of the pieces crashing to the floor.
“Don’t youdarestop,” I panted.
Jace took that as his cue to ravage me, expertly flicking his tongue as he added another finger, drawing out every last bit of pleasure from my body. He curled them perfectly inside of me and my thighs locked around his shoulders, holding him in place.
My breathing turned heavier as my nipples and core tightened. Feeling as if I had no control over my body, I gripped his arms, digging my nails into his skin as release was ravaging every single one of my senses.
One last flick of his tongue sent me in a spiral, and it felt as if my body had ignited in a liquid inferno.
“Oh, gods!” I gasped out as my back arched off the table, riding my orgasm out on his fingers as his movements slowed perfectly. As he touched me, he read my body’s reactions as if they were a novel he had memorized every word to—every page turn and scene.
As the feeling of ecstasy slowly subsided, I came to—the only sound that filled the room was my panting as I worked to catch my breath.
Jace pulled himself to his feet and then crawled up the table I remained sprawled out on, lying next to me, and ignoring the fact that we just destroyed our, very strategically placed, battle layout.
My neck pivoted to face him as he watched me intently. His eyes exuded nothing but love, but his grin was wicked.
A smile tilted my lips as I began to giggle. “You denied me what ismine,” I joked as my eyes flicked down to the bulge in his pants.
“Forgive me, my queen.” He kissed the tip of my nose, and it made my heart flutter. “I just wanted to provide you a gift.”
He sat up and jumped down from the table, offering his hand to me and heaving me up with him. My spine ached as the feeling of the carved table left my skin. As I moved to button my shirt, he pushed my hands away and carefully did it for me.
I watched him as a smirk crept up my face. “What are you up to?”
Suddenly, the door swung open, and I nearly leapt out of my skin as I quickly worked to pull my pants back on.
By the time I looked up, Veli stood in the doorway, crossing her arms.
“Ever heard of knocking?!” I gasped, but it ended with a laugh. “On second thought, nobody here has, apparently,” I huffed as my memory flashed to Gage doing the same to us after my first night in Ellecaster.
Her fuchsia eyes roamed over me, and then Jace. “Last I checked, the war strategy room in the city’s courthouse did not require a knock when I am one of the few with a key.” She held it up and then pocketed it in her cloak.
My eyes flew to my mate to see that his cheeks had flushed, yet his wicked grin remained.
“Very well,” I offered. “Is something wrong?”
“I believe it’s time we had a serious discussion regarding your siblings and their roles in the final stages of this war,” she answered.
Chapter forty
Elianna
