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“Fuck,” I moaned, my walls tightening around him. “That’s so hot.”
“Which one?” Ruslan asked.
“The females and Slavian,” I panted, my eyes locked on the two at the front of the line, their breasts brushing each other as they kissed, while the top one’s hand slipped between the legs of the bottom one.
“Mmm, I can agree with that,” he replied, slowing his pace to match those of the group. “I love watching you embrace your sexuality, sprite. Now be a good girl and take more of me, show me exactly how filthy you want to be.”
He slipped a third finger into my ass, and I whimpered from his praise and the pleasure he delivered. Every nerve was strung tight, and my body was on fire. I was so close to the edge, but Ruslan was holding me back from falling off of it. “Please, Ruslan, I need to come.”
“Then scream my name to the stars.”
He tugged my hair forcefully, delivering a bit of pain with pleasure and causing me to arch my back so he could deepen the angle. The thrusts he delivered were brutal, our skin slapping together and mixing with the wet and sloppy sounds around us. A bead of sweat trickled down my back, sticking to the fabric of my dress, and my arms gave out as he forced me into the back of the couch. His hand dropped away from my hair, reaching around to clasp the front of my throat instead, cutting off the tiniest bit of air. On the herbs, the sensation was heightened, and stars danced in my vision, coating the others in a shimmering light. I was closing in fast on my release, and after a few heartbeats, I let go.
“Ruslan!” I screamed out to those stars, my chest shaking with the force of it. The orgasm was so intense, my entire body shuddered, and my walls sucked his cock in, latching onto it as his movements grew ragged.
“That’s it. Come for me,” he groaned. “Let them know I am your God.”
“Fuck, yes, you are my God,” I gasped out, riding wave after wave of intense release. He released my throat, both hands coming to grip my ass as he swore under his breath, finishing deep inside me, mixing his arousal with my own.
He clutched me to him, straightening my back against his chest. “You are so fucking sexy when you scream my name. And so fucking mine.”
I felt like I floated among the stars, body alight in the best of ways as he pulled out of me. I was too overwhelmed with sensation to speak, and my arms trembled with how hard they worked to hold me up.
“Are you ready to go, or do you want to stay for a while longer?” Ruslan asked, his breath hot against my sweaty neck.
“I think I’m ready to go,” I managed to say, the tent swaying as I took a step. He caught me by the arm before I pitched to the side, pulling me close.
“I need to speak with the High Priestess before we go, but then I’ll take you home, mate,” he promised, tucking me under his arm as we traversed the sea of bodies.
Liliana noticed our exit, throwing me a soft wave before turning her attention back to Endre. Domi and Kaztar were nowhere to be found, and I wondered if I had imagined them joining us or not.
The cool night air was a slap to the face as we exited the tent, and when I tiled my head toward the sky, the stars danced and sparkled in a way I’d never seen before, as if our ritual had pulled the heavens closer to us.
Judging by the position of the moon, hours had passed since the tangled web of branches was lit, rather than the mere minutes it had felt like while we worshiped the Goddess in an entirely different way. The flames of the offering were nothing more than embers, and the High Priestess stood beside them in a thin shift, the chill in the air not seeming to bother her. She glanced up from her reverie as we approached, noting the disarray of our dress with piercing eyes. “Did you manage it?” Ruslan asked her, still holding me.
She nodded slowly. “Yes, everything we planned fell into place perfectly.”
“Good,” he replied. “Enjoy the rest of your night, Priestess.”
She swept into a curtsey, only rising when we strode away through the camp toward the waiting horses. My eyes begged for me to close them, even while we walked, and I sighed as waves of fatigue washed over me. “I don’t think I’ll be able to ride back.”
“You can ride in front of me, and I’ll tie Mistik to my saddle. I’ve always got you, sprite. Always.” True to his word, he clutched me to his chest, not letting me slump as we returned to Ryza. My eyes could scarcely stay open by the time he laid me in our bed, and I let him undress me, turning into my pillow the moment my clothes were gone, and surrendering to the void that beckoned me.
34
Béke Day Nine
Iwas so damn tired of the cold. Buried in my warmest jacket atop Fek, we trekked again into the Agrenak Mountains, on the hunt for another stag to feed the attendees of the masquerade ball that evening. In the Night Realm, we would have hunted elk with dogs, not trudged through banks of snow in search of hoof prints.
At least on this ride, my hangover wasn’t so terrible. After spending the better part of Béke smoking herbs and drinking every night, my body had acclimated to the abuse that kept the binding magic at bay – while I was rolling. The memory of our last hunt had me grinding my teeth, still seething that Ruslan had made me look incompetent and weak when the black fire spewed from his mouth to stop the avalanche from killing us.
Iwas the savior, the one who acted with a level head under pressure, but one action on his part completely overshadowed my own. The other monarchs had been cozying up to him ever since, when it wasmymate we’d ridden all the way to the Iron Realm to rescue. It was as if the other monarchs had completelyforgotten why we were here. Our army was probably preparing to pack up and march on the Iron Realm as we rode into these Goddess-forsaken mountains.
Would they change their minds by the time the army reached us, and disband their soldiers with orders to return home?
The Night Realm did not have enough warriors to wage battle alone – not with the few we’d managed to gather on short notice before departing for Béke. Fek tossed his head, and only then did I realize how hard I gripped his reins. With a muttered apology to my mount, I unclenched my hands and refocused on the group in front of me. Ruslan and Drazen led the pack along a different route than before, stopping occasionally and leaping from their mounts to study the snow before directing us one way or another.
The binding magic purred in my chest, whispering ideas into my ear of how to take Ruslan out, to remove that option for Izidora so she would be forced to choose me. It was ironic that the opposite of those thoughts had plagued me on our last hunt.
