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“Mm-hmm.” He pushed my shift lower, letting his hand cup my breast while his thumb gently stroked along the sore muscles above. “Owls are worse. They hunt at night and have much better vision than us, which is why we usually roost when the moon is up.”
I closed my eyes in bliss as he kissed behind my earlobe, my body growing heavy with a warm, cozy sluggishness. “There are people outside, and the walls are cloth…”
“There were people in the library, but that didn’t keep you from coming against my finger that day.” He cupped my breast, kneading the flesh until my blood thickened. “There was no cloth in the bailey, yet you ground your needy little cunt so nicely over the outline of my cock. Why so shy all of a sudden, hmm?”
Teeth raked along the side of my neck. Nails caught on my shift, pulling the fabric down to pool in my lap before Sebian’s hand glided between my legs. Fingers stroked along each side of my cunt. Up, down. Up, down. A pinch around my clit. Gods, this Raven knew pleasure, providing it with an eagerness that put a tremble in my breath.
“Lie down.” He pressed his erection against my backside, bearing down on me with his weight until I dove into the shadowcloth.
“We can’t—”
“Shh.” He slowly ran his knuckles up along the muscle to the left of my spine. “Did anybody warn you yet about what will happen come spring?”
I gasped at the way he ground his hard shaft against my ass with the same vigor he dug his thumb into the base of my skull, working out a knot there. “What?”
“That the bay of Ammarett will be frozen isn’t the only reason Malyr is waiting with the attack until after spring. Nesting season is having us Ravens feel a certain way, you know,” he purred into my ear, rolling his hips against my backside with skilled rhythm. “Once the snow thaws and those first buds emerge on the trees, all you’ll hear in Tidestone are Ravens fucking, nesting, making babies. Our heads are so clouded with the need to rut, there’s no such thing as shyness or even a concern for privacy.”
I failed to contain my raspy breaths, loving how hard he was for me, how his breathing altered alongside mine. “What if they hear?”
“Hear what, sweetheart?” he crooned in that innocent way of his. “I’m just rubbing out that tightness.”
The delicious pain continued in rhythmic circles as his hand moved lower. He massaged my waist, kneaded my hips, stroked over my thigh before he hooked into the waistband of my undergarment. Sebian pulled it down with startling restraint—and my shift right along with it—the unhurried motion teasing my nerve endings.
“Sebian,” I once more pleaded. “Everyone will be able to hear…”
“They sure as fuck will if you keep talking.” His weight shifted from one side and eased down on the other. Fingers fumbled near my thighs. Leather ties slapped. “Can you be quiet for me once more, hmm?”
His cock pushed between my thighs, spreading warm slickness on my skin. Gods, he was so incredibly hard, pulsing with arousal. Sebian’s breath was hot and heavy against my neck.
“Sebian,” I moaned, my brain frantically searching for objections as my hips lifted, loving the way he slipped deeper into my thighs.
“Shh… I’m just working your knots out, sweetheart. That’s all we’re doing here as far as I’m concerned.” His hips rocked into me, each thrust letting his cockhead nudge at my wet, needy entrance. His large hand settled on my neck, kneading; his thumb once more digging into sore knots as he lapped at my earlobe. “I need inside you, sweetheart. I need to come, or I swear, I’ll lose my fucking mind.”
My raspy breaths tumbled into the blanket, my entire being drowning in lust and desire. “Seb—”
He pressed his scarred hand firmly over my mouth, smothering my muffled pleas. He rolled his hips against my ass, taking his time to slide deep inside me, holding the pressure for a moment, making my body quake and shiver under the stretching demand of his thickness. Then he pulled back, only to glide into me again, adopting an unhurried, but no less intense, rhythm.
“I need you to come, fast and hard, for me, sweetheart.” His other hand traveled down around my body, slipping through my legs, where his fingers played with my clit. “I want you to drip your cum all over my cock. Get me nice and wet until I’m fucking soaked with it. Come on. You can do it.”
His fingers circled and drummed, pushed and prodded, skillfully working my body into heats of pleasure. Tingles thrummed all around my clit, spread through my core, and…
Mmm, it felt so good!
“Are you going to be stubborn or are you going to come for me?” Sebian’s words were a harsh whisper against my feverish skin, his breath becoming more ragged, even as he kept up his diabolical rhythm. “Remember, don’t make a sound…”
His fingers on my clit hardened, sending spirals of pleasure racing through my body, making me moan into his palm, my entire body shaking on the verge of relief. He kept thrusting, his hips pushing me down on the workings of his fingers. My orgasm tore through me like a wildfire, setting my entire body aflame. I screamed into his palm, bucking against his fingers as wave after wave of pleasure consumed me.
“Oh, I have no doubt they heardthat, but it’s hardly my fault.” He chuckled by my ear, his hips faltering into stillness. “Were you a good girl and came all over my cock, hmm? If I put my mouth on your cunt right now, are you going to drip down my throat?”
He shifted his body, pulling out of me before he rolled me onto my back, and pressed himself between my legs. His head hungrily dipped down as he delved his mouth into the depths of my folds, lapping my core with wild strokes. His mouth relentlessly lapped up every drop of wetness from my burning flesh, exploring every inch of me and curling his tongue around my most intimate parts in a relentless drive to consume it all.
My body quivered and writhed, my hands pulling strands from his topknot as I rode out the aftershocks of pleasure. I moaned and gasped as he dutifully continued to lap up every drop of passion from me. When he was sated, he nuzzled his face against my belly before kissing a trail up my body, wedging his hips between my thighs.
“Have a taste.” His whisper broke against my lips before his mouth connected with mine, his tongue invading to spread sweet saltiness around my gums. “That’s what you taste like after you come on my cock. Delicious. Not fertile, though, so we don’t even have to be careful.”
He groaned into my mouth on another kiss, his hands tangling in my hair as he thrust into me again, the leather of his breeches that still clung to his thighs slapping against mine.
I reached around him, running my palms over the shifting muscles of his buttocks that hardened beneath my touch. “Your shirt. Take it off. I want to touch you.”
