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“Should we?” He sat on the bed beside her. “Perhaps we should contact your queen and request support.”
She shook her head. “I don’t know if we have that kind of time. Whatever afflicted Lomar is most likely seeking new victims to possess.”
“It can try but I doubt it will succeed. No one goes into that pass.”
“Usually, but what if it can somehow entice someone to go? It’s too dangerous. Something must be done before it infects again.”
Kormac sighed. “I’m aware of the threat it poses, and trust me when I say I don’t want it to hurt more of my people. But I also know Lomar called you the key to its escape. I don’t think we should take that chance. Not without backup.”
She chewed her lip. “You’re afraid by heading to the cave, we’ll give it exactly what it wants.”
He nodded and if she looked at it logically, she knew the right thing to do wasn’t to run headlong into that cave. If it wanted her, the smartest thing was to move far, far away.
“Very well. We head back to the citadel and wait for the witches to arrive.”
Relief filled his face. “It’s only a short delay. Maybe we’ll be able to find the journal Loff stole while we wait for them.”
A journal that might explain more about what they faced. “We’ll head out shortly in that case, but first there’s something I must do.”
“What do you need?” he asked, ready to fetch it.
“I need you.”
Needed to know what it would be like to be with him fully and completely. The upcoming battle with the thing in the cave might very well kill her, and she didn’t want it to be as a virgin.
Before she could lose her nerve, she leaned over and kissed him.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
Kormac had been holding back on this mission, taking snippets of pleasure as they rode hard to handle Lomar. Keeping himself in check despite the desire he had for this woman.
But here and now, in a bed with danger on the horizon, the future uncertain, he wasn’t about to resist.
Fionna kissed him and he kissed her back with all the pent-up passion that had been brewing. While he’d been with many women in his life, none ever ignited all his senses like Fionna. Usually, sex was about release, but with his lady witch, he wanted all the pleasure. He wanted to revel in each silky touch, each soft moan, the taste of her on his lips.
Knowing of her inexperience also meant he should go slow. It wasn’t easy holding out, not with her so eagerly returning his embrace.
He dragged her into his lap, his hands cupping her leather-clad bottom while their mouths remained meshed. She’d worn that ridiculously sexy outfit to bed, wanting to be ready should they need to act suddenly. It was easy to push up that skirt that he might grip her smoother flesh.
He squeezed her bottom and she squirmed atop him, grinding against his erection. Their teeth clashed as he growled, his hands slipping from her buttocks to unlace her top, baring her to his view.
Perfectly pert breasts that almost made him drool.
Her hands stroked at his shoulders, and she murmured, “I’m feeling underdressed in comparison.”
It took but a moment to tug off his clothing, to revel in how her gaze smoldered as she watched him, sitting there in just her skirt, her nipples turgid berries waiting for his mouth.
He knelt on the bed and cupped them, the pad of his thumbs stroking over her tight nubs. A tremor went through her and a sigh parted her lips.
He let go of one breast and palmed her back, arching her away from him to better give him access to her breasts. He latched on to one with his mouth and she uttered a sharp cry of surprise.
Then purred in delight.
He hummed as he suckled, teasing the tip with his lips and tongue, reveling in how she responded to his touch.
Slipping a hand between her legs he found her wet. So very wet. While he would have liked to linger and explore, he remained conscious they were pressed for time.
He grabbed her by the buttocks and lifted her. Her hands went to his shoulders as he held her poised above his pulsing cock. He pressed the tip of his cock against her nether lips, her honey wetting him, inviting him in. But first he teased, dragging the head back and forth against her, getting her used to the feel of it.
