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He broke our kiss to mouth his way across my jaw and down my neck where he nibbled on my skin there. It made me moan, and I clutched onto his back. One of his hands slid from my hair, skimmed the skin on my side, and moved to my hip. He hitched my thigh up, so I wrapped both legs around him, and his fingers moved over my ass cheek. His lips found my nipple, his tongue flicking back and forth and making me squirm as his fingers found my hole. He tapped a finger against it, glancing at me as he sucked my peaked nipple into his mouth.
He was asking permission, and he was cheating because he knew I’d agree to anything if he was playing with my nipples. But it felt so good that I didn’t care, anyway, so I nodded. As soon as my head moved, his finger slipped inside.
I moaned loudly again and blindly reached for the jar on our bedside table. I unscrewed the lid while squirming and moaning and arching into my gargoyle. Good goddess, he knew my body well, knew every spot that made me shiver and tremble and moan.
Wey pulled his finger out to dip it into the jar of oil I’d finally managed to open, and when he slid his finger in again, he went deeper, hitting that spot inside me that lit me up.
The sound that came from my throat would’ve been embarrassing if I didn’t know how much Wey liked hearing my moans. With a dark chuckle, he moved back up to capture my mouth with his, adding a second finger inside me. We fucked so often that I didn’t need much prep, so he added a third while I grabbed his ass and tried to pull him in.
“Want you,” I breathed into his mouth.
He smiled against my lips but continued to prep me, and I let out a frustrated noise. In the last month, he’d been treating me like I might break if he was too rough. He’d been gentle, the way he used to be with Theon. I both loved and hated it. He didn’t need to be gentle with me, not anymore.
Maybe at first, I’d needed it, but now, his gentleness sometimes made me ache more because it was hard to hold back my feelings for him in those moments. But the last thing I wanted to do was share my feelings and scare him away.
I couldn’t take that chance—he was all I had left.
“Wey,” I complained. “I’m ready.”
He pressed a kiss to my lips, then sat up on his knees. I scooped some oil from the jar, placed it on the table, and turned back to my beautiful, strong, sexy gargoyle. Leaning up, I covered his hard cock with the oil, making sure to give him a few good tugs that made him groan.
I smiled up at him, and he leaned down to kiss me before pressing me flat on the bed again. Wey hitched my leg up over his shoulder, lined himself up, and pushed the head of his cock in. He paused, but that wouldn’t do, so I used my free leg to wrap around him and pull him farther in.
“Nica,” he hissed.
“Fuck me, Wey. Please.”
His dark eyes glinted silver for a split-second before he slowly pulled out and pressed in just as leisurely. A moan fell out of me because it was too good—and too frustrating.Damn gargoyle.
He chuckled again. “I’m in charge here, tiger, and I’m going to make you fall apart.”
He kept up the slow pace, making me thrash on my pillow. I could feel my orgasm slowly building, like it was right on the edge, and I just needed something, anything, a little bit more.
Wey dropped my leg to the side and leaned forward to kiss the hell out of me. As he reached between us and wrapped his hand around my cock, he murmured against my lips. “I’ve got you, baby.”
And then, finally, he sped his hips up, keeping his hand in pace with his thrusts, and kissing me breathless. I moaned and groaned and even whimpered against his kiss-swollen lips. And when I was finally pushed over the edge, I screamed his name, and white-hot pleasure shot through me, my vision blurring.
Wey yelled out a few pumps later, then sank down on top of me, burying his face in my neck. Weakly, I wrapped my arms around him and kissed his bald head as we both panted.
He kissed my neck and nuzzled into me a little, making me smile and wrap him tighter in my arms. I loved this thing Wey and I had been building between us, but there was still something missing. Something I knew Wey felt heavily as well. But my gargoyle was doing everything in his power to make me feel less alone here in this camp.
I felt a rush of affection for him, all the while feeling a surge of heartbreak over missing Theon. He should be here with us. He should’ve been here, in this bed, cuddled between us where we could keep him safe.
The all-too-familiar pain in my chest intensified, and another few tears fell. I missed my little bird. I missed him, and I was… angry with him for leaving.
“Nica?” Wey whispered, pulling back to stare down at me. His gaze softened when he took in my wet cheeks, and he went up on his elbows so he could cup my face in his hands. He wiped away the tears as they fell, staring at me with this expression I’d only ever seen him give Theon before.
Theon.
I closed my eyes against another wave of pain.
After taking a deep breath, I glanced up at my gargoyle again and whispered, “I miss him.”
“Oh, Nica,” he whispered back and pressed a soft kiss to my lips. “As do I.” He kissed me again. “He’ll be back.”
Wey always said that. He always sounded so sure. But I wasn’t so sure about that anymore. It had been weeks with no word. We had no idea where they’d gone, no idea which direction or how far they’d traveled. There was no way for us to contact them, no way for us to ever find him again. He could be lost to us forever.
Pain and anger warred in my chest, and I hated it. I hated this. I hated all this hurt I felt, this hurt that wouldn’t go away no matter what I did. I tried to hold back the building sob, but it came out anyway.
