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Morana’s puppets are a different story. We have named them the Controlled, and the hope is they’ll be freed when Morana is defeated—when, not if, I refuse to think otherwise—so we are careful to not harm them when they attack us with outstretched arms and clumsy legs. Sometimes they are alone but often are in large packs. Merlin magics them away to a fortified keep in the Principality of Kisfeld, where they can be held safely until this is over.
I don’t know what we would do without him. It is a certainty this war could not be won otherwise. Each night we stop and set up camp as best we can. There is somehow always enough food to fill everyone’s bellies, and as we meet and talk, friendships are formed.
One of the farmers, Elrich, carries a fiddle with him, one extravagance he couldn’t bear to part with. His story is like so many others’ we have met; his wife and children have fled to Granton while he stayed behind, praying to the gods his crops might be spared the devastation. Unfortunately, they have turned a deaf ear, and he narrowly escaped a horde of the Controlled.
Many nights, once we have eaten and the fires burn brightly, he brings out the fiddle, and we laugh and clap along. I am the only woman amongst us, and at first, the men were either too cowed by Cassian’s presence or too nervous to ask a princess to dance. But Merlin swept me off the ground and flung me around, much to everyone’s delight. I made sure to dance with each man that wished it, leaving the shyer ones blushing and tripping over their feet.
I may have tripped over my own feet once or twice when I caught Cassian leaning against the blackened bark of a petrified tree, heavily muscled arms folded, his eyes blazing with love and desire as he watched me dance.
TanglingmyfingersinCassian’s hair, I arch my back, pressing myself more firmly to his mouth. My breath hitches as his tongue rolls over my clit, and a tiny moan escapes me when his fingers brush against that erogenous spot inside me.
“Shh, love. We can’t have you waking up the entire camp,” he whispers before sucking on the delicate skin of my upper thigh. I grab a pillow and bite on it, my eyes rolling to the back of my head when he puts his mouth over me, his tongue doing wicked, wicked things.
Sparks of pleasure dance through my body, igniting a larger fire that desperately wants to burn out of control. Tighter and tighter the heated coils compress, narrowing to a point before exploding outward, flinging me into the universe, letting me fly amongst the stars.
Glancing down the length of my body, I watch Cassian prowl up me like the animal he is. A devilish grin splits his face, smug satisfaction etched on his features. His lips come down on mine, encouraging me to open for him. I taste my desire on his tongue, the salty-sweet taste making me moan.
Moving to his side, he encourages me to face him. “I’m going to claim you now,” he murmurs, stroking a finger down my cheek. He lifts my leg, draping it over his hip, then slides into me. His eyes lock on mine as he rocks into me, our souls greeting each other through the intensity of our gaze. “I want to try something. Do you trust me?”
“Always.”
His lips curl, and I gasp when I feel something slide up my leg. Glancing over my shoulder, I realize Cassian has shifted his tail. It works its way up my leg and over my ass, then presses between my cheeks. Biting my lip, I stay silent when it leaves my body and dips into a jar of oil he left by the bed.
“You are mine, Snow. And I will have all of you.” His lips come to mine again, kissing me deeply. His cock thrusts gently inside me, languid and slow. I lose myself in the feelings, in the pleasure and joy he brings out in my body. The tip of his tail moves between my cheeks, spreading the oil around me. “Let me in,” he whispers, and I banish whatever reservations I might have. I know he won’t hurt me.
The tip breaches the tight ring of muscles, and I suck in a deep breath, my eyes widening at the pinch of pain. Our gazes remain locked, and he watches me carefully for signs of discomfort. He presses farther in, and I stiffen at the foreign feeling. “It hurts.”
He tucks my hair behind my ear and pulls me close. “It’s okay, Snow. Give it a minute, I promise it will feel good.” He continues to rock into me, his tail pressing deeper inside. “Such a good girl. Look at you taking my cock and tail.” His eyes flutter closed, and his hips pick up speed. I preen under his praise, the elation on his face making me want to give him as much pleasure as he gives me.
The burn melts away into pleasure and I start rotating my hips, pulling him deeper inside me. “Cass.” I hiss as bliss rockets through me.
He pulls my leg farther over him, using his other hand to grip my ass tightly. A growl pulls from his throat, exciting me. He moves faster, cock and tail pounding into me. “You’re so beautiful,” he murmurs. “You feel so good.” He swells inside me and his arms tighten. “Yes, Snow. Come for me, love. I need you to come with me.”
His hand slides down and pinches my clit, and I’m done. I bite into his shoulder, muffling my scream as my orgasm grips me in its hold. He explodes inside me, ropes of cum painting my insides.
Cassian gently pulls out and wraps his arms around me. Our labored breathing slowly returns to normal, and I bask in the afterglow of our lovemaking. When I previously thought about getting his tail involved, that wasn’t quite what I imagined, but it was so worth it.
“What are you thinking about?”
Snuggling into his chest, I peek up at him, a mischievous smile tugging at my lips. “When we might do that again?”
His shoulders vibrate with suppressed laughter before he kisses my forehead. I love when he does that, and I sigh happily. “You’re perfect, you know that?”
“Mm. So are you.” I yawn and curl my fist under my chin before slipping back into dreams, most of which feature a gorgeous huntsman that rocks my world.
Chapter 27
Snow White
Webringourcompanyto a stop in Thornleach, the first village we’ve come by in the past few days. As the sun has begun its descent, we quickly decide we’ll stop here for the night. Zohar and Fire Heart touch noses, the jingling of the reins and stirrups loud in the surrounding silence. A ball lies abandoned on the ground outside of a tiny cottage, its door left wide open. Cassian cups his hands around his mouth. “Hallo the village!”
A shiver works over my shoulders. I should be accustomed to these sights by now, but each one wrecks me. The abandoned ball should be kicked by little feet or bounced by little hands. Not left behind, an extravagance unable to be carried while fleeing for their lives. A frigid breeze whistles through open doorways and windows, chilling me to the bone and making me grit my teeth. Morana will pay for what she has done.
Movement above one of the cottages catches my eye, and quicker than I can blink, my bow appears in my hand and I release an arrow. It smashes into the one aimed at Cassian’s head, the two falling to the ground with a clatter. Zohar rears, neighing loudly, while Fire Heart stamps his feet, snorting. Cassian shouts out, wheeling the horse around to settle him.
I murmur softly to Zohar, my legs clamped tightly around her flanks. She snorts loudly, dropping back down on all fours. The whites of her eyes show and her ears are flattened, but she listens and eventually calms.
“Who’s there?” Cassian shouts. “Show yourselves.”
