Page 327 of Commanding Blood And Bonds

“Smartass.”

“Yeah, well, you knew that already.” The end of her word trailed into a squeak as my fingers pressed against her clit. Her mouth dropped open, and I grinned. Victory was sweetest when hard fucking earned.

“Cyrus,” she breathed, eyes flying wide as I worked her clit. “Oh, fuck.”

“I like that. Say it again.”

“Oh, fuck!” Oh, how I could get used to her being this pliant. When I circled her slick entrance, dipping a finger in, she stiffened beneath me. I froze instantly, even as my whole body trembled with the need to take her.

“What do you need?”

“This body is new.” The confusion on my face must’ve been obvious, because she rolled her eyes. “This body is new.”

“You said that already.” Impossible. What she was insinuating couldn’t be true. She’d been stunning even in adolescence—the wet dream of half the camp. “Are you a virgin, Freya?”

Her eyes narrowed. “No,” she bit out. Then sighed. “Freya the soul is not.”

“And Freya, the vessel?”

“Has known no men.” Flat. Emotionless. Almost irritated. Her annoyance made me smirk.

“I’ll leave you with blue balls forever if you make this a thing.”

Snorting, I buried my face in her neck, relieved when she tilted her head back to let me in. “You’ve left me that way for months. Why stop now?”

Her hand slid down to guide mine toward her center. “Just…didn’t want to startle you.”

“Do you trust me?” I asked again.

This time, I earned a feline smile. “Enough.”

That was all I needed. I returned my finger to her center, easing in slowly. Testing. Her heat clenched around me, and a groan cracked out of my chest.

“Good. Then gimme what I want, Freya.”

I worked her open, slow and steady, breathless whimpers tumbling from her lips as I relished each reaction. When her slick walls tightened around me, I lost the last threads of restraint.

“I want you to come on my tongue before you come all over my cock, pretty girl.”

Burying my face against her sweet cunt, I licked up her center, savoring the taste of her. She whimpered, squirming as I licked, kissed, sucked, held her open. My hands gripped her hips as I devoured her, building her up until she trembled, thighs locking around my face.

“Oh, fuck! Fuckfuckfuck,” she cried out, bucking against my mouth. Her body shook as her orgasm hit, and I kept at it, coaxing every aftershock from her until she sagged into the mattress.

Mine.

Her pleasure. Her body. Her soul—if I didn’t fuck this up.

By the time I drew out her third orgasm, her eyes were glassy and her body languid.

“Such a pretty pussy, Freya. And so fucking wet.”

“My legs are tingling,” she sighed.

“Good. I need you ready for me.”

“Mm-hmm,” she sing-songed, making me chuckle.

I climbed over her, smiling at the hazy contentment in her gaze. Trailing my fingers up her abs, I slid through the sweat-slicked skin until I slipped my knee between her thighs. She opened for me easily, one hand floating to my face.