“Fucking hell, Finley.”
I picked up our conversation, reminding him of where we were.
“Have you tried this before, Nyfain?” I ran a finger a little more firmly down his scar. “Have you ever watched a woman get herself off?”
“No,” he wheezed, watching my fingers work, thrusting against my bed. “I need to fuck you, Finley. I need to fuck you so bad.”
“Have you ever sunk your cock deep into a woman’s ass?”
“Fuck—” He squeezed his eyes shut, pure pleasure soaking through his expression. He humped like he was rabid—big, strong movements that caught my eyes and trapped them. His body, even in pain, moved with graceful fluidity. He was quite the specimen. Powerful. Raw. So fucking hot it shouldn’t be allowed.
I stroked that fevered skin. Pounded my fingers into myself. Wished I had another hand so I could manipulate a nipple.
“Have you dreamed of me, Nyfain?” I asked, almost at an out-of-body experience. For some reason, it was so erotic holding the control right now. Taunting him. Playing with him. I knew the role reversal was driving him crazy with need. I knew he wanted to rise and steal that control back. To throw me under him and plunge deep into my wet depths. Dominate me until we were both spent and sanguine.
“Have you dreamed of fucking me?” I whispered, licking him again.
“Dreamed at night, daydreamed, fucked my hand raw replaying you arching into me, trying to force your breast a little deeper into my mouth. Or pumping against my fingers while I held you to the tree. Begging for my cock.”
His ass released and then tightened. The bed shook with the power of it. My body wound up, and I plunged in time with his thrusts as he watched, his golden gaze glued to my fingers, shining with my wetness.
I bent again and sucked in a bit of skin, massaging with my tongue.
“No… I can’t… It’s… Fuck me!” He spasmed against the bed, the whole thing shaking.
I worked a little faster, rising and closing my eyes as pleasure amplified. I took my hand away from him and ran it under my shirt, over my breast. I tweaked a nipple, and my orgasm stole over me. I moaned softly, shivering with pleasure.
When I was done, I was breathing heavily. Sweat coated my forehead.
I fluttered my eyes open, seeing that he’d risen onto his forearms, regardless of whatever pain it must have caused, so he could watch me finish.
I smiled and grabbed some clothes. I put those on before I flipped the top sheets over his bottom half.
“And now you will lie there in that wet spot until I have breakfast and come back to check on you. Take this as payback for the bouts of lady blue balls you’ve given me. Or, hell, for being a dick all those times.”
I bent to grab my pajama bottoms off the floor, and he reached out and grabbed my shirt. He yanked me to him and claimed my lips. I opened my mouth in surprise, and he filled it with his tongue in a rush, swiping it through before plunging. His taste drove me wild. The electricity of our touch sizzled along my skin. My pulse fluttered.
He released me, and I staggered back, my lips tingling and swollen. My body starting to tighten already even though I’d just climaxed.
He must’ve seen the startled look on my face, because he smiled smugly before lying back down. “If you want my come soaking into your bed, princess, who am I to say boo? I’ll need a wash later. I will look forward to you giving me a sponge bath. And no, I haven’t done many things, including visiting one of those salons, though I’ve seen them in my travels. Yes, I’ve always wanted to. Yes, when you give me a commoner’s rendition of it, I will want a happy ending.”
“Dream on, Sir Alpha.”
He chuckled darkly. “We’ll see.”
After breakfast, I checked on my father, only to find his situation deteriorating. Hannon met me by his bedside, his face grim.
“It’s just been a couple days,” I said. “Did you mix the elixir correctly?”
“Dash did it exactly the same way you always do. You know that he does it right.”
I nodded, because he did. I ran my hand down my face, feeling sadness well up in me. “I have to get more creative. I have to think of something.”
“You’re not a miracle worker, Finley,” he said sadly. “You can’t save everyone.”
I was damn sure going to try.
I placed a chair next to the everlass plants and let my mind wander, thinking about the demons’ magic. Thinking about the creatures I’d run into in the wood. Thinking about the poison in Nyfain.