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All bullshit. The only control I’d accomplished was over my nerves by pretending. Now with that stripped aside, the uncertainty and concern I wasn’t good enough crowded into the moment.

Nothing about him was rushed or desperate, taking his time to stroke my arm, rolling his fingers between my breasts. With the way he was watching me, self-consciousness was heavy.

Until it wasn’t.

With a swirl of his finger around one nipple then the other, he brought the passion closer to the surface. One flick of his finger across my hardened bud increased the deep core throbbing in my pussy. One brutal pinch of my tender flesh dragged me from the bed’s surface, panting as the wash of pain shifted into extreme pleasure.

My reaction didn’t force him to stop, his fingers crawling down my stomach, his pinky circling my belly button.

The stolen breath wouldn’t return any time soon. When he lifted my legs, bending them at the knee and pressing them out so my pussy was exposed, I smashed my hands against the bed.

He continued taking his time crawling between my legs, wrapping his arms around them. The single swath of hot air spread across my wetness evoked another wave of desire. If he wasn’t careful, soon I’d be begging him to fuck me.

I didn’t need to be told to lie back down, his actions doing that where no words would make such a difference. The dart of his tongue around my clit brought an instant stiffness. The second time I was struggling in his hold, accepting there was no method of escape. And yet, that’s not really what I wanted.

I felt safer in his arms than I had anywhere, including with a hundred people around me. He had that way about him, magnanimous in everything he did.

As his hands shifted, pressing down on my flesh, I was finally able to relax. Yet with the first swipe of his rough tongue, I jerked up once again, fisting the covering while staring at the ceiling. One lick and I was insane with need, my legs trembling. I thought about the others inside the house, which was the only reason I didn’t scream in acknowledgement of pleasure.

It didn’t take long for his actions to settle me down, my body falling slowly against the softness. He kept his gaze on me while he dragged his tongue up and down. I twisted my hands while moving my head from side to side.

My eyes were cinched shut, an array of emotions wrapping around the incredible vibrations. Nothing had truly prepared me for the volume of sensations from a man’s tongue. But as he drove a finger into my tight channel, I was blown away how my pussy muscles reacted, clenching down to the point I felt the heavy pulsing.

He had more patience than I realized, sucking on my clit while doing nothing more than teasing me. One finger shifted into a second until a haze formed over my eyes. I couldn’t remain still, especially when he brought me closer to the edge.

I dug my heels into the covering while gasping for air, so lightheaded I was certain I’d pass out. I’d had no idea that this was what all those books had been talking about. A true alpha male pushing me closer to ecstasy. If this was nirvana, I never wanted the amazing sensations to stop.

As soon as he spread his fingers open, thrusting harder, I jerked up onto my forearms to enjoy the view. But with every swipe of his tongue, I could feel myself spiraling out of control.

“Oh. Oh. Oh…” The only words I could speak and they were ragged, barely audible, but a telling statement of how incredible I felt.

The high was as extreme as I’d ever felt, but already I had a sense of loss, knowing the world would come crashing down at my feet.

Yet as a climax rushed through me, pitching me even higher, I knew in my heart there was no place I’d rather be.

In my fantasy world, the queen had found her king.

But in truth, the knowledge and if discovered, the connection we shared, the burning demands placed on each other could either become the greatest weapon…

Or the most significant danger of all.

CHAPTER 22

Rage

One of the first things a man or woman who’d been accepted into the Verndari program learned was that relationships of any kind wouldn’t bode well for our missions. Nor would they have a positive outcome. We were taught how to close off our feelings, shutting down almost every emotion, including fury.

A lesson I’d obviously failed. First with anger. Now with a closeness that I couldn’t understand. Love lingered in my mind, a remembrance of how I’d felt when with my family. But it wasn’t something that interrupted the electricity running through my heart. Not a single blip.

Of course, until her.

I’d been told little other than that Star was mine to protect, but I hadn’t needed to hear the words coming from the ghostly Revelator, a man I still wasn’t one hundred percent certain existed to know her importance would trouble me.

Tonight, seeing her shocked expression when learning about my identity, I’d captured a moment where she’d become even more lost than before. And in that same blip in time, I’d had a sickening feeling I’d lost her. Not physically of course, but emotionally. I hadn’t feared she’d try to escape for several reasons, but anticipating she’d have the only real reason needed to shut down her emotions had kept me in a fog from the second she’d walked away.

Whatever had occurred in the next ten minutes had changed everything. Maybe I should find out who’d had a conversation with her so I could thank him. Or he’d betrayed his duties in ways I couldn’t imagine. I had to learn to accept that a bubble had been placed around both Star and me, waiting until we were older.

When the Resistance was stronger, an army in place.