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Oh goodness. “But you don’t want that.”
“Oh, I do. I want it more than I’ve ever wanted with anyone.Anyone, Wren.”
More than Evelyn. He can’t lie. He really wants me.
“But I won’t risk your chances in the competition. I won’t throw doubt on you because you bear the mark of the King of Air. They’d assume I interfered somehow.”
I melt into the sheets with a sigh. “Then after the last game, you’d— We’d…”
“It’s your choice, Wren.”
Because if I win, I could leave him. I could go back to my home, my world. My stomach clenches. Tears burn at the corner of my eyes.
How could I ever leave him? But how could I not?
I trail my fingertips across his cheeks, savoring the way his eyes close in contentment. My fingers glide through his hair and along the edge of one pointed ear.
Sigurd thrusts against me with a grunt, his hardness rubbing against my skin. A shiver rolls down his form as his eyes flash open. “You test my resolve.”
“Do I?” I cock one brow and caress his ear again.
He growls deep in his chest and leans in, placing a little nip on my collarbone. “The ears are a fae male’s second most sensitive spot.”
“And the first?”
Pointed fangs peek out of a toothy grin.
I suck in a breath as his hand cups my breast. “Sigurd.”
“When you do that, I—” His thumb rubs circles around my nipple. He pinches the sensitive tip, pulling a moan from my lips. “I won’t fuck you, Wren, but there’s plenty more I’d love to do with you.” His hand slides down my stomach.
My muscles clench at his touch.
Sigurd holds my gaze as he ventures lower, dipping below my underwear. “If you’ll have me?”
My core winds tight in anticipation, and all I can do is bite my lip and nod.
His fingers slide into the moisture between my legs. “So wet already, and I’ve barely touched you.”
“Your fault.” I spread my legs wider, giving him access. Every twitch of his fingers sends waves of pleasure coursing through my body.
“Greedy too.” He’s back at my neck, placing kisses in the tender spot near my collarbone.
“So greedy.”
One finger delves inside me, and I nearly buck off the bed. Everything narrows down to the feel of him teasing me and searching for my most sensitive spot.
My hands fist in his hair as a second finger joins the first. Breaths come hot and short. I can’t think, can’t speak, can only feel as his thumb flicks across my clit, sending lightning searing under my skin.
“Wren,” he groans against me. “So tight, so warm, so perfect.”
His fingers slide free, and I cry out at their absence, the loss of him. “Sigurd. I need—”
“Patience.” His warm breath caresses my skin as he trails kisses down my chest. That wicked tongue flicks out over my nipple, and I gasp. He kisses the pearled tip, taking it in his mouth and sucking until I writhe under him. “Delightful.”
My release is so close, but I can’t quite get enough. My fingers slide through his hair and rub against his pointed ear in a tease of my own, anything to get him to move on me, to finish the madness he started. Sharp teeth nip at my breast in return. The brief bit of pain blurs into pleasure.
I swat at him, but he slides lower, avoiding my reach.
