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“See, that wasn’t so hard,my flowering blossom,” he said, gesturing for me to proceed him into the inn. I wrinkled my nose, hating this endearment even more than “my darling,” and he laughed again. Akela trotted off behind our horse, presumably to sleep in the stable, and I felt my nerves increasing with every step up the stairs to the second floor of the inn.
The last time Carnon and I had stayed somewhere other than the palace, things became complicated. Intimate. When I saw the single small bed and tiny washroom, my toes curled at the memory of other such bedrooms, and I tried to push the feeling down and get a hold of myself.
“Just like old times, Red?” Carnon asked, throwing me a wry grin. “I suppose you’re going to insist I take the floor?”
“And you’re going to decline,” I agreed, untying my cloak and sighing a little wistfully. “Why even bother with the back and forth at this point.”
“I rather enjoy the back and forth,” Carnon said, closing the distance until he was mere inches from me. He looked down, his expression suddenly so tender and warm that my heart rate kicked up, and it became very difficult to take a proper breath.
“Truth, Red,” Carnon purred, closing the distance a little further. “I’ve been thinking about that gods-damned kiss in the alcove all fucking day, and it’s been driving me insane with need for you. I want you with every fiber of my being, and I think you want me just as much. I think that’s what you’ve been agonizing over all day.”
“Yes,” I breathed, finding it a little difficult to think when he was so close and looking at me like that. Would it really hurt to give in to his seduction, just once more? Maybe I was just being stubborn, trying to deny fate and the goddess herself. She had presumably thrown us together, after all. And if I was truly honest with myself, I did want him. I hadn’t stopped wanting him since the first time he had kissed me at Beltane. Maybe even before that.
“Then ask me,” Carnon rumbled, dropping his head so his lips were barely a hair’s breadth from mine.
“I thought you didn’t do just sex,” I said, my breath coming in little pants. His lips were so close, all it would take to taste them would be one tiny shift forward.
“I don’t,” he agreed, his eyes going molten in his unusually serious face. “And I don’t think you do either, Elara. So if you wantme, if you’re done being stubborn and furious with me, and if you’re ready for me to beg for your forgiveness in the best way I know how, you can have me. Just say yes.”
Those last three words were barely a whisper from between his sharp teeth as that forked tongue flicked out dangerously close to my lips. My breasts heaved with every breath, and I only faintly registered that Carnon had successfully backed me against a wall, caging me in with his body. Some final piece of restraint inside me snapped, as I gave in to the desire flooding through me.
“Yes,” I said, barely getting the word out before Carnon’s lips were on mine. He pushed me back until I was flush with the wall, one hand gripping my hip as the other braced him above me. He pressed into me, and I could feel the truth of his words quite clearly through the leather of his trousers. He was desperate for me, and the thought of it made something in me writhe with pleasure.
“Gods,” I moaned as he moved his mouth to my neck, lifting me up the wall with one strong arm so he could press himself more fully against me. He was very hard, clearly as desperate for me as I was for him.
“No praying,” Carnon rumbled, trailing his lips across my collarbone and throat. “Unless it’s to me.”
In a swift move that my lust-addled brain was too slow to follow, Carnon had us on the bed and was working at tearing my clothes from me with rough hands.
“Buttons are the worst gods-damned invention,” he growled, giving up and tearing at my blouse until several snapped off.
“Hey,” I protested, sitting up a little. “I liked that blouse.”
“I’ll buy you a thousand more,” he said, trailing his mouth down my bare torso to one rosy nipple. He sucked, bringing a hand up to cup the other breast and pulling a heady moan from me as I wrapped my hands around his horns. He shuddered, and I remembered too late that they were sensitive.
“Sorry,” I breathed, looking down as he met my eyes, a wicked gleam in them.
“No, you just gave me an idea,” he said, in a way that had me going both hot and cold all over.
He stood, backing away a step. I sat up more to protest, but he looked at me hungrily, nodding at my trousers.
“Take those off,” he commanded, pulling his own shirt over his head to reveal his intricate tattoos. I obeyed, keeping my eyes on him as intently as he did on me while he removed his own and freed his hard length.
Carnon prowled around the side of the bed, rolling onto it as if he were planning on going straight to sleep.
“What—” my question became a little shriek of surprise as he pulled me over him, guiding my hips until I was straddling his shoulders. “What are you doing?” I asked as he tried to pull me higher up his body.
He grinned, his sharp canines glinting pearly white in the candlelight of the room. “Taking you for a ride, Red,” he said, guiding me higher until I was hovering over his mouth. “Hold on tight.”
He moved his hands to mine, guiding them up until I was holding on to both horns as he licked a line of fire up my center. I gasped, bucking against him as he did it again. He stroked and teased and sucked, the angle of him beneath me tight enough that it felt like he was stroking deep inside me with that long forked tongue of his.
I bucked again, trying to squirm away from the sensation and pressure as he clamped an arm over my hips, forcing me to stay seated directly above his mouth.
“This is my new favorite view,” he said, his words vibrating through my core. I moaned again, wrapping my hands more tightly around his horns, which made him shudder with pleasure below me. He seemed to be enjoying this as much as I was, his frantic movements becoming more intent and demanding as he licked and circled between my legs, building an aching warmth that was so, so close to shattering.
“Don’t stop,” I breathed as he groaned beneath me, thrusting his tongue in and around me again and again until I was coming apart, my needy cries probably carrying for miles through the tiny village.
“You’re not done yet, Red,” Carnon warned, gripping me tightly as I tried to flop back against him. “Not by a long shot.”
