AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“Let me show you something,” he murmured. Curious, I turned back to him, and he took my hand, placing the stem of the weed between my fingertips.
I held it, and he closed his palm around mine. I savored his heat and the calloused brush of his fingers.
“You have more magic than you think—I’ve told you before,” he murmured, staring down at our joined hands. “And when I join yours with mine…”
I gasped, feeling that familiar tingle crawl up and around my hand. It felt like an electric touch, comforting but still holding me on the edge, anticipating what would come next.
“You feel it?” he asked.
“Yes,” I breathed.
“I can call it so easily when I’m with you. When I’m here with you,” he told me. “It feels like breathing. Effortless. All because of you, little witch.”
The tingling sensation expanded, and I watched with parted lips as the weed began to grow. The shriveled bloom at the tip lifted, coming back to life, and with awe, I saw the petals unfurl, revealing a dark purple so deep it appeared black. The stamens were silver, and the stem blackened beneath our touch.
Beautiful.Not a weed at all.
“A midnight cosmia,” I whispered. “But how in the world did it get here?”
Lorik released his grip on my hand. “Their seeds travel far. Keep it in water, and it’ll last a lifetime.”
“Thank you,” I said, bringing it my nose. A beautiful, light fragrance, one that reminded me of quiet summer days, greeted me. “It’s a very nice gift.”
Lorik jerked, casting a quick look down at his inner wrist.
I frowned. “What’s wrong? A glowfly didn’t get you, right?”
But I saw no light of one, and Lorik turned his wrist into his side.
“It’s nothing,” he assured me, smiling. “I’m glad you like the flower.”
Hesitantly, I nodded.
Lorik looked around the night garden and then stood from his kneeling position.
“I’ll go put it in water,” he said, gently taking the bloom from my hand. “And let you finish up out here.”
“Yes,” I moaned. “Right there—gods, don’t stop.”
“Mmm,” Lorik groaned, capturing my lips as his hips drove into me harder, faster. His pelvis ground down into my clit, and it made me see stars with every thrust. “Going to come for me, little witch? I’m going to join you. Can’t hold back any longer.”
My nails dug into his back, and Lorik used his wings to propel him forward more forcefully, the gusts sending my curtains fluttering.
“You feel so fucking good,” he whispered against my lips, ragged and gruff. “So good, my love.”
The orgasm hit me hard, and I cried out, back arching off the bed, my pebbled nipples rubbing against his chest.
“Yes,” Lorik hissed, his hands on both sides of my head, holding the majority of his weight off me. His hips jerked, his rhythm becoming sporadic, punctuated by sharp thrusts as he followed me in his own release. The heat of his come felt searing—it felt like a brand inside me.
His head was thrown back, the tendons in his neck straining. Behind him his wings gave a gentle gust before sagging. He collapsed on top of me as my pleasure faded, and I gladly took the majority of his weight, though he did keep himself half-held to the side.
He let out a long sigh that rustled my hair, and I felt his lips press to my neck, peppering small, lazy kisses against me. I felt his sweat cooling on my skin and smiled in the afterglow, feeling more relaxed than I had in years. I brought my hand up to his hair, softly combing my fingers through it. He shivered when I scraped at his scalp, giving a little moan into my skin.
When I turned my face to kiss his temple, I savored the warmth and weight of him. Close to my cheek was his wrist from where he’d braced himself. And I—
There was a mark on his wrist that hadn’t been there before. Something that shimmered like opals across his skin, something infused with magic, and I suddenly remembered his reaction in the garden. So sudden I’d thought a glowfly had stung him.
It looked like a crest. A shield.
