“Someone could come out here and catch us.” I tip my head back as he presses me to the wall inside a stone alcove at the edge of the training ring.
“No, they can’t.” His mischievous gaze meets mine as he peppers kisses along my jaw.
“You’re far too powerful for your own good, King Riven.”
He growls, pressing his hips at my core where the starlight silk parts.
I reach for the ties on his shirt, stripping it off as he easily holds me against the wall with one arm. His strength is magic in its own right. My fingertips graze his shoulder, sliding down strong, lean muscle. The hard lines of his bare chest make me weak in the knees. He’s a masterpiece carved by the gods.
“You’re good for my ego, Starfire.”He grins, kissing the hollow of my throat.
“As if your ego needs it.”
“I always need you.”
Those are dangerous words. They make me wish on stars I shouldn’t. His lips find mine, and this time, his kiss is urgent. Magic swells in my veins. It bursts at the seams, begging to get out.
I dip my hand between us and tug at the laces of his pants until they loosen and hang at his hips. His hard cock is velvety soft in my palm, deliciously firm, stealing my breath as he drives himself into me.
“Wilder.” I grip the back of his hair, my fingers grazing the obsidian crown.
I’d forgotten he was wearing it, and that bite of the stone nips at my flesh. He must sense it because he reaches up and tosses it to the side like it’s nothing. The crown of his kingdom, cast aside for me.
His teeth dig into my lower lip, nearly drawing blood. It has mine coursing in my veins. I angle my head back, and a surge of power tunnels through me with every thrust of his hips until I’m on the verge of erupting.
Only, my magic holds me there. I can’t let go because that means this will end. My fingertips burn, my heart pounds, and my teeth ache.
My teeth.
They’re sharper. Cutting through my gums and aching with hunger.
“Fae teeth.”Wilder presses his forehead to mine, looking down at me.
“How?”My fingertips brush the sharp peaks that I didn’t know I had.
“You forget half of who you are, Elorie. It’s a part of you if you listen to it.”
My tongue runs over the points of my teeth. I hadn’t summoned them, but drowning in passion, they descended, knowing what I need. And what I need is more.
“I know.” Wilder leans close, offering me his neck.
His pulse hammers just beneath the surface. I drag my tongue over his warm skin, not able to resist. I need to taste him like hetasted me. I need to claim him as he claimed me. The pulse that beats in his heart sings for me to take it.
My teeth break flesh, and my lips press firmly to his skin. Blood fills my mouth, and I’m flooded with pleasure. It’s almost too much. The sensation of him flowing through me as his thrusts deepen makes everything blurry. I swallow, and I’m warmed through.
“Gods, Elorie.” Wilder grabs the back of my hair and holds me to him, impossibly hard as he drives deeper, begging me to drink more.
So I do.
His blood fills my mouth while his memories flood my heart. I see the inside of his mind. Flashes of the prison. Of before. A constellation of memories that all blend to the point that it’s impossible to make sense of them. But at the center, I see Wilder, holding out his hand for me. Wishing on a star for me. Watching my freckles glow in the depths of obsidian darkness.
With a final swallow, I take him in. Panting as I break away. And when he presses his lips to mine, he must taste the blood in the kiss, but it only makes him more feral. His teeth nip at my lower lip. The smallest cut that he sucks on.
Blood for blood.
Kiss for kiss.
He takes me under the stars, and I feel myself reaching in my chest for my heart so I can hand it to him.
