Page 126 of Sight of Fate

“Tie my hands,” she demands. “I don’t want to accidentally touch you until you’re ready for that step.”

Swallowing at the sudden knot in my throat, I get up and grab one of my favorite silk ties and tie her wrists to the headboard behind her. “Is that too tight?”

She shakes her head. “I kind of like it.”

Groaning at the ideas her words invoke, I return to my exploration of her body before I’m tempted to throw slow and unhurried out the fucking window.

Her nipples are pink and tight like the smallest rosebud. And her breasts are the perfect mouthful. I settle in and learn everything she likes and doesn’t like, changing course based on the slightest of sounds.

Cheeks flushed with desire, our eyes lock as I trail my mouth down her body to the sweetest little spot. Panting, she watches my mouth lower and cover her, and she throws her head back and arches into my tongue as it slowly circles. I bring her to the edge, then lick a line down the center, finding a new spot to devour.

Her head rolls from side to side as she moans and begs for more. “Andros.”

Spearing her with two fingers, I curl them and rub the inside as my mouth settles on the sensitive bundle of nerves. Her muscles tighten as she lifts her body, aching for the release only I can give her, and I tip her over the edge. She sweetly milks my fingers as her body rides out the wave.

Chest heaving, she lies there breathing and staring at the ceiling for a minute. “Slow and unhurried might kill me.”

I chuckle, and she frowns. “Why am I the only one naked here?”

Pulling down the sweats I threw on when I heard her cries last night, my cock springs free, and she licks her lips. But unlike her, I’m not ready to shed my shirt yet. Compared to her scars, mine reflect a lifetime of abuse as a human living in medieval times without the benefit of modern medicine.

“Can I taste you?” she asks, searching my face for any sign of uneasiness.

“It’s been a long time since anyone has asked,” I admit with a sigh, trying to think of the best way to do this without it triggering me. “But I’m not comfortable with you on top of me.”

“What if I sit up against the headboard, hands tied, leaving you in control of the situation?” she asks breathlessly.

My cock bobs as if it agrees wholeheartedly with this plan. I help her sit up and straddle her body. She wets her lips and swirls her tongue around the tip, then opens her mouth. Pushing in an inch, I nearly come the minute she sucks on my head.

My low moan makes her squirm, and she takes another inch. I thrust lightly into her mouth, and heat pools at the base of my spine. I tighten my fist on my shaft and push in another inch. Her cheeks hollow as she continues to taste and suck, and I rock back and forth, enjoying the sight of her mouth stretched over me.

“Stop.” I groan. “Your mouth feels too damn good.” I slip my cock from her, pull her down flat on the bed, and thrust into her slick body, then stop. “My cock was on the verge of swelling.”

The second the word leaves my mouth, I swell, filling her tight channel. Not wanting to rush this, I rock back and forth and lower my lips to hers. She wraps her legs around me, keeping them low, until there’s not a centimeter between us.

“I must have done something right in my past life,” I muse. “Or you did something really bad.”

She laughs, and I groan. Lifting up, I cup her knee and widen her legs so I can go deeper, but I maintain the slow pace she requested. Gritting my teeth to hold on to my control, I slide in and out until her body starts moving restlessly, demanding more.

“Bite me,” she pleads, her body trembling with need.

Leaning forward, I lick her breast, then bite, taking only a small sip, but it’s enough to drive her into an avalanche of sensation. Her body convulses around mine. I lick the punctures closed. Thrusting hard and deep, I prolong the waves battering her body, watching her come over and over until I let go and join her.

Untying her wrists, I rub them to make sure the blood is circulating, then settle beside her and gather her in my arms. She covers my hand with hers, then falls asleep between one breath and the next. I tug on the collar of my shirt and glance down at my bare hands. Not only did I show her my hands, but she’s in my bed. Asleep. I cover us both and glance up when there’s a knock on the door.

Teague pushes the door open and studies the two of us. “She looks good in your arms.” His breath catches. “Is she not wearing a shirt?” There’s a tinge of jealousy in his voice.

I raise my bare hand. “Macklin’s easy acceptance made her more comfortable, then she saw this and took the leap.”

He nods. “I’m glad.” His countenance grows darker. “Hank is coming. I don’t want him leaving here alive.”

“Same page, mon ami. Same page.” I tighten my arm around her, and she smiles in her sleep.

Chapter Fifty

TEAGUE

Studying the map of Greystone, I position the leads in strategic places, using Charli’s vision as my guide. Elijah on the roof of our office building where he can see the entire town. Jackson, an earth Elemental who lives with Elijah, on the ridge to fight the fire and help keep the border secure.