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A whoosh glides over my skin, offering the briefest of warnings before his hand claps down on my ass, and I’m coming. Wave after wave of ecstasy consumes every limb as my body spasms around his fingers, my release flooding his tongue. The slap to my ass is quickly soothed with a stroke of his hand and I somehow manage to swallow him down further, desperate to return the favor. He doesn’t hit the back of my throat twice before he’s tugging at my hair again and lifting me off his body.
This time, he pulls me off him completely so I’m kneeling beside him, staring down at his face, and my eyes widen at the sight of his lips glistening with my climax all over him.
Holy. Fuck.
He’s watching me watch him and his hand relaxes on my hair ever so slightly, so I take that as my opportunity, eliminating the remaining distance between us as I crush my mouth to his. His hands grab at my waist, the hold close to bruising as his tongue delves past my lips. I taste sweet on his tongue, but I love the essence of him underneath it all.
It leaves me lightheaded.
“I need you to come for me too, Zane,” I finally manage as his mouth on mine calms. “Tell me what you need,” I push, desperate to see him chase it, feel it.
“Fuck, Dove. You’ve given it to me already,” he murmurs, his hand lifting to cup my cheek. I lean into his touch, my eyelashes fluttering for a moment.
“Tell me,” I repeat, refusing to give up, and his thumb stroking my cheek pauses.
“Ride me.”
Another shiver down my spine, another clench to my core. I lift my leg to straddle him once again, pushing up off his chest as I look down at him with hooded eyes. “Like this… or this?” I turn, bracing my arms on his thighs instead as I look back over my shoulder at him.
His pupils are blown, his lips parted, and his chest slightly flushed. It’s hot as fuck. I can’t even begin to imagine what I look like.
“Just like this,” he breathes, stroking his hands over the globes of my ass as I shift down a little more so I’m perfectly over his cock. “This ass is something else,” he adds, digging his fingers into my flesh, and I instinctively drop down, grinding my core over his length. “I’m taking that next, Raven. Do you hear me?” His thumb glides over exactly where he’s talking about, and my whole body stiffens with desire.
Needing to show him how in agreement I am, I push back slightly, the pad of his thumb teasing the tight muscles of my ass. “Fuck. You want that, don’t you, Dove? You want me to claim every inch, every hole, every piece of you.” My head falls back as I groan, his length between my thighs as he pushes a little further into my ass with his thumb. “Say it, Raven. Tell me what you want.”
I take a deep breath, my voice lodged deep in my lungs as he stares at me, expectant. With his free hand, he maneuvers his cock so he’s right at my entrance. When he cocks a brow, I know he’s not moving until I say it, and fuck am I desperate to feel those words on my tongue.
“I want you to claim me, body, heart, and soul.”
As the last word parts my lips, he slams into my pussy, stretching me inch by inch. Gone are the expectations of me riding him, taking what I want, and putting on a show. In its place remains a carnal man with carnal needs and a carnal woman desperate to take it all.
His hands on my waist direct my every move, working me up and down his length with precision. I feel weightless in his hold, my body alight with toe-curling pleasure. I’m not sure whether the room just blurs or my eyes can’t stay open anymore, but all of my senses redirect to the feel of him claiming my core with every thrust.
“That’s it, Dove. Come on my dick, make me yours,” he rasps, his breath coming in short, sharp bursts before he quickly starts to become jagged with his movements, sloppy, yet pounding as my body works to his demand. My second orgasm comes out of nowhere, burning through every nerve ending as I scream at the top of my lungs.
I collapse in a heap on the bed, sobbing at the sudden loss of his cock at my core, before the warm shots of cum hit my stomach in ropes. Gaping up at him, I’m in awe of how fucking stunning he looks in this moment.
It was completely lost on me that there was no protection, and I’m silently thankful that he at least remembered, but that was too close. I need to get a grip on myself instead of letting my body do whatever it pleases.
Zane drops down beside me a second later, sweat clinging to every inch of him, and I sigh serenely. A soft chuckle parts my lips as I try to remember how we even ended up here. Peering at my handbook-wielding Bishop, I stroke a finger down his arm. “What did you even come in here to talk about?”
“Don’t spoil a good thing,” he grumbles, wiping a hand down his face, and my eyebrows pinch together in confusion.
“What are you talking about?”
He glances at me from the corner of his eye for a moment before he sighs, and I instantly know that what he’s about to say isn’t good at all.
“The Monarchy knows there's a new necromancer. They don’t know who, what, where, why, or when, but they know. They know you exist.”
SEVENTEEN
BRAX
It feels like ever since the attack on the Shadowmoor outpost, we’ve become nocturnal. No one’s fucking sleeping, everyone’s getting grouchy, and not a single one of us can put a finger on what’s happening. It’s driving me insane.
After Zane met with his father yesterday, we spent the majority of the day going over the revelation that The Monarchy has a whiff of a new necromancer. They’ve got a scent of Raven, my fucking shadow, and it infuriates me.
By the end of the day, we had decided that we need to keep her magic locked up even tighter. It’s not for anyone to know or see. Not that she would really be able to put on a show with it, but what it does mean is that we need to see if she has a secondary ability to focus on. At least in public.
