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Gwen smirked, her eyes drifting up beyond the mist to the pitch-black forest. “Are you going to ogle, or are you going to join me?” she asked playfully.
Sirus had never really been able to hide from her, but he definitely couldn’t now that she was part vampire. He stepped out of the darkness, his blue eyes sparkling in the pale moonlight that managed to escape from beyond the snowy clouds.
“If you were enjoying the view as I was, you might not be so quick to judge,” he replied in his usual stoic tone.
Gwen watched him closely as he kicked off his boots. She couldn’t judge his lingering gaze, especially since she was planning to ogle him too.
Her gaze wandered hungrily over every inch of flesh that Sirus slowly revealed to her as he undressed. They’d met like this every night this week. If this was how she’d spend every night for the rest of eternity, Gwen was pretty sure she would be fine with that.
When he finally stood bare and exposed to the night, she held her breath. Every time she saw him that way, it made her heart race and her skin tingle. When he slid into the water, the rest of her grew feverish with anticipation.
“You didn’t have to come,” she said, trying for indifferent and failing miserably.
“I believe I did,” he said, sliding toward her.
“How’s Barith?” She slid further away.
“Fine,” Sirus told her as he followed her further into the spring.
Gwen doubted the dragon was fine. Levian had just left the day before for her first official visit as the Council of Mages’s ambassador to the zephyrs. Barith was unhappy about it, to say the least.
“You’re sure?” she pressed, truly worried.
“Yes,” he told her. “Enough about the dragon.”
Sirus tried to corner her between two rocks. Gwen backed away, splashing him. It didn’t faze him in the slightest. “You cannot run,” he growled.
She was faster now, but even with her newfound speed, Sirus could snatch her up with ease. He grabbed her, wrapping himself around her from behind. The moment his skin touched hers, it felt like someone had set her on fire. His damp beard tickled her neck as he lay soft kisses down the side.
“How is it that your skin tastes better every time?” he observed. Gwen might’ve said something witty, but he licked the line of freckles where he’d just laid his kisses, and a gasped moan came out instead.
Sirus loosened his hold to run his hands down the front of her bare body. “You taste like every color.” He nibbled at her collarbone. Gwen wrapped her hand up the back of his head, digging her fingers into his hair.
The way her body responded to him was overwhelming. She loved it. Loved him.
“I want you in the forest every night,” he confessed as he lay another soft kiss beneath her ear.
Gwen would happily oblige. She smiled. “Did you want me that night at Abigail’s?” Sirus stilled. “The way you talked about it after, I couldn’t tell if you wanted me or wanted to eat me,” she teased.
“I wanted both,” he growled low against her ear, and she shivered with pleasure. His fingers ran up her stomach to the edges of her breasts. “If it hadn’t been for Henry—the things I would’ve done.”
Gwen’s core throbbed with need. “Like what?” she asked as her breaths grew shallow.
The shadows pulled around them, and she felt the familiar tingle up her spine. “I would’ve devoured you,” he said with a chill that made her body hunger for more.
“Or,” she said, running her hand down the front of him. When she found his hard length, she stroked him. Sirus let out a harsh breath against her neck. “Perhaps I would’ve devoured you.”
He growled a curse when she stroked him again.
When his hand reached her sex, she spread her thighs to give him better access. Sirus didn’t linger or tease. He plunged two fingers deep inside her, stealing her moan of pleasure with a kiss.
“I craved your moans,” he confessed as he did it again, this time letting Gwen’s gasp fill the night air. “I hungered to taste your pleasure.” She was already getting so close. “I wanted to make you scream,” he whispered as he stroked her just to the edge.
It wasn’t fair how easily he could bring her to that apex. How much she responded to his every touch. His name slipped desperately out of her breathless lips as she climaxed. Sirus drew out her pleasure, and Gwen forgot everything else in that moment of pure bliss. Everything but him.
As she came back to herself, she craned her neck to kiss him gently. When their lips parted, she took his hand and led him to the frosted, grassy edge of the spring, pressing Sirus down onto his back.
“You’re so beautiful,” she said with a deep sigh as she ran her fingers over his chest.
