Page 98 of The Cost of Blood and Bonds

Chapter 31

Ryewood

Ididn’t sleep last night.

Couldn’t. Not with the memory of her seared into my brain.

The sound of my name, wrecked and fucking perfect. The way she clenched around my fingers. The way she moaned into my mouth when she shattered. The way she tasted, fuck, the way she tasted.

I had to bring myself to release three times before I could even close my eyes. Three times in that tiny washroom—biting back her name so Finn and Grier wouldn’t hear.

It still wasn’t enough.

Now she’s riding beside me, looking soft and beautiful in the late morning light, and all I can think about is burying my face between her thighs and making her come again.

She catches my eye and doesn’t look away. Just holds my gaze with heat and a look that says I’m still thinking about last night.

Good. So am I.

Grier, Finn, and Rosie ride ahead, giving us a buffer of privacy. It’s the only thing stopping me from pulling her off that horse and finishing what I started.

I try to force my eyes forward, but they keep drifting back. To the roll of her hips, to the grip of her thighs, to the way her body moves like she was made to ride. I shift in my saddle. This is going to be a long ride.

I lean closer, voice low enough that only she can hear.

“That’s quite a grip you have on those reins. Something got you wound up?”

She turns to look at me, slow and deliberate. Those impossible eyes trail down my chest, my stomach, and linger where my trousers are already straining, making my cock twitch. Fuck, this woman is going to kill me.

“I could ask you the same, Ryewood. That saddle looks uncomfortable. Something…pressing?”

“You know exactly what’s pressing. Your hand was on it last night. Don’t play innocent now.”

The memory of her hand on my cock is burned into my brain. She barely touched me, but that’s all it took. I’ve been dying ever since.

“Innocent, hmm.” She tilts her head, all wide eyes, the picture of sweetness. “You wouldn’t think so if you knew all the ways I was planning on ruining you.”

Fuck. Every drop of blood in my body rushes to my cock.

“Dangerous words.” My voice drops to something dark. “I’m going to need specifics. Now.” The command in my voice surprises even me, but the way she bites her bottom lip tells me exactly what that tone did to her.

“Oh, Ryewood. Where’s the fun in that? I’d rather show you.”

I’m so hard it’s painful, my blood is on fire, and the only thought left is show me, wreck me, take me apart piece by piece. I don’t care; I’m already hers.

I urge my horse closer. “You’re playing a dangerous game, little fox.”

“Am I?” She says it like she’s pleased with herself. “And what are you going to do about it?”

“The next time I get you alone, my fingers won’t be enough. Not even close.”

Her eyes darken and her lips part. Her thighs clench against the saddle, and I nearly groan. Good, now she knows what this is doing to me.

“Is that a promise, Ryewood?”

“It’s a fucking vow.”

I’ve never meant anything more in my life. She doesn’t understand yet what she’s done to me. How thoroughly she’s taken me apart. I can feel how far I’d go. I’d kill for her; I’d tear down thrones for her. I would do anything to keep her.