She takes my length again in her mouth, this time not letting me go. Her throat moves up and down, her tongue licking from base to tip. My hips thrust on their own accord, and Elia welcomes the movement and allows me to fuck her throat at the pace I set. Her hand works in tandem with her mouth and I know I’m close.
“Elia,” I grunt, wanting to give her warning to pull away. “I’m close.”
Elia moans her approval, the vibrations of her throat adding to my ascending pleasure. She opens her mouth wider, tears forming, drool leaking, as she chokes on my cock. The sight of her unravels me as pleasure courses through my entire body. I cry out her name as I empty myself down her throat. Elia happily accepts every drop of my come, and when at last she pulls away, she licks my cock clean and tucks me back into my pants.
Elia snuggles into my chest, a satisfied smile spreading across her face. “Can we do that again?” She murmurs against my chest.
I choke out a laugh and trace my fingers against her profile. “Anything for you, Siren.”
I don’t know how long we stay like that, bodies entwined under the starlit sky, enjoying the rare moment of peace, but it would never be long enough.
“What’s that constellation, there?” I ask Elia, pointing to a set of starsclose together forming a triangle shape, close to the Queen and King she had told me about earlier.
Elia reaches for my hand and traces the entire constellation, including the three stars I was referring to. “That’s the Hunter. He protects the Queen and the King. Makes sure she’s always safe.” She yawns and closes her eyes, burrowing further into my chest.
I press a kiss to her temple. “You’re always safe with me, Elia.”
And when I drift off into my own dreamless sleep, arms wrapped tight around Elia, a sense of security I haven’t felt for years washes over me.
Chapter 22
Callum
“What’s your favorite color?”
Elia and I are at our usual spot at the back of the ship, arms resting on the railing. Since we christened this our spot about a week ago now, we’ve been spending most of our days and nights here, enjoying each other’s company and getting to know each other more.
It’s a cloudless sky today, and the beaming sun is a nice balance to counteract the chill of the wind. Elia has her eyes closed, head tilted back over the railing. She told me she’s trying to gain back what tan she lost.
“Purple,” she replies.
“Like the color of lavender? That shade?”
“Hmm..,” she muses. “Darker than that. More like a deep, rich purple. A color so rare that you don’t see it everywhere, and when you do, you’re taken aback at its beauty.”
“How poetic.”
She elbows me in response. “Oh? And what’s your favorite color, then?”
“Probably brown.”
Her eyes pop open. “No one’s favorite color is brown, Callum.”
I rock back on my heels. “Why not? It’s a great color.”
“It’s the color of dirt, shit, and cockroaches. That’s why.”
“It’s also the color of beautiful hair.” I tuck a flyaway from her braid behind her ear, and Elia rolls her eyes, smiling. “The color of horses and puppies. Books. The color of coffee, which someone here is obsessed with –”
“Okay, fine, I’m sorry, you win,” Elia interrupts laughing. “Brown is a wonderful color.”
I pull her into my arms and kiss the tip of her nose. “Thank you. Apology accepted on behalf of all three of us who love that color.”
“You guys are so adorable it actually makes me sick.”
Ginna greets us and leans against the railing, staring at my outfit apprehensively. Unlike me, she’s in full gear, sword by her side. I’ve taken a more casual approach since boarding, with only a small dagger around my waist and a knife in my boot, and I know she thinks it’s not enough. But I’m trying to show Elia a different side to myself, and shedding my sword and gear has made myself feel lighter, both physically and mentally.
“What’s your favorite color, Gin?” I ask her.
