She grimaced and didn't move. Her feelings warring on her face.
Staring at her with burning intensity, he didn't blink. Knowing that glancing away for even a moment could get her the opportunity to get away.
You're not getting away from me this time until I'm well and truly done. His jaw tightened until the muscle ticked.
He nudged her thighs apart with his thighs then lowered to kneel on the floor. Catching her narrow hips, he drug her ass to the edge of the bed. He reached up and caught her bottom jaw. Pulling it down until her eyes met his.
Until she could no longer look away. Despite that her gaze was written with resentment.
"You'll get over it." He told her. Licking his fingertips and rubbing her opening until he felt her moisten deliciously.
Tempting enough to taste.
***
"Disseus..." She pleaded.
As though I'd stop. He snorted. Becoming only more determined at the prospect.
He shook his head warningly. "Don't do that. You'll only be wasting your time."
He entered her, hard.
She gasped and her eyes snapped closed.
He pinched her jaw to get her attention. "Open your eyes."
She obeyed.
Despite every fiber of her being demanding she not. He smirked at her.
"That's right. Good girl." He began stroking her. Slowly. Feeling her sex saturating his cock. Her muscles clenching tightly around him. "Oh, I missed this."
She hissed through her teeth. Forcing her body to stay despite that her fingers flexed, and she clearly wanted to fight.
He leaned forward until he could brush his nose along her cheekbone. "You'll be giving me this every eve at sunset."
"I won't."
***
"Oh, My Dear." He gave her a lopsided grin. "You already gave me your word and if at any point you renege, I'm turning around and leaving you to it."
"You're the very devil!"
"Mayhap." He slammed into her. His hips bruising her thighs as he drove into her.
"Aah!" She screamed and lurched up to glower at him.
He pulled her down off the edge of the bed and onto his lap. Her weight embedding her more deeply on him. He pushed hard into her. Grabbing fistfuls of her breasts and grunting in pleasure. Bringing her down to meet every hard thrust.
Enjoying the feel of every inch of her.
Enjoying being inside her.
She moaned once. And clenched. Moaning again.
Her eyes closed and he shook her jaw until she opened them again. "Look at me when I'm fucking you. It's me. Every inch. And I'll not be so easily forgotten this time."
***
"I hate you!" She growled in a hushed voice.
"Good. I hate you too." He moved harder into her. Forcing deeper into her core. Using her breasts as leverage to pull her down.
"Ouch!"
"Shut up."
She hissed through her teeth as he worked in deeply.
"Tell me you love it."
"I don't!"
"Say it." He growled. Looking at her steadily.
"I love it." She said through gritted teeth.
He moaned at the sound of the words. Pulling her off the bed to perch atop him. Winding an arm up her back to pull her shoulders down. Hips thrusting. In and out. He dropped his face into the corner of her shoulder and neck. Whispering. "Tell me you missed me in you."
She was quiet and he pushed deeper. Feeling her inner opening stretching. She yelped in objection. "I missed you!"
It was enough. He growled as pleasure washed over him.
"No!" She pushed at his shoulders. Trying to dismount him before he spilled seed.
He held her in place and whispered in her ear. "Take it. Don't you move."
She grunted.
And he thrust deep. Feeling his body tense and jerk as his seed surged into her womb.
She gasped and her head fell back. She bit her lip to stifle a moan.
As she always did. His eyes narrowed on her.
"Next time, you'll not withhold anything from me." He vowed.
Nim looked down the valley and finally saw at least part of what they had done, at the same moment the wind came up and the smell of smoke and rot filled her sinuses. The sticky sweet scent lingering there in a way that made her want to vomit. It clung to her throat. Only one thing could smell like that. Nierwae’s fortress had possessed that same horrendous odor. The scent of death and demons. A village in the distance emitted too much smoke to be from hut fires. There were spots of smoke in various directions that looked the same. Once they walked a bit down the hill, they came down the backside of the rise, she found the whole valley bottom was covered in bark like darkness. It looked like rotting tree roots with spots of pus and splitting boils. Twining over the ground. From this vantage point, it was apparent that the nearest village was abandoned. Long since, torn to shreds. “How long were you gone?” Disseus look
“Come.” Disseus caught the sleeve of Sebastian’s frilled shirt and pulled him along with him. Growing more certain by the moment, that if left alone, Sebastian would continue to taunt Teverius until the other man returned to take the bait. “If you wish to.” Sebastian didn’t seem to mind though. Stumbling along for a moment while laughing over his shoulder at Teverius. Bright turquoise eyes dancing. Then he focused on the group ahead of them. “I find your Bernus, a bit unpleasant.” Sebastian sobered, to comment. A man who clearly says whatever he’s thinking. It was a trait Disseus could appreciate. “We do as well.” Nim agreed. “Was he always like that?” “No.” Nim said. Surprising Disseus. “He was a nice child.” “Unfortunately, children grow up.” There was a sudden sadness in Sebastian’s voice. But before either Nim or Disseus could mention it, Sebastian walked a bit faster. Catching up to Lonnix and Almora.
“I told you,” She said softly. “I need higher assurance then yours, that we will get to live together in peace.” “Without First Water interference.” Disseus felt the need to clarify. “I’m coming.” Another stranger pushed through the fey guardians, and Trap, working his way to the front to peer across the clearing at the Forever Knight leader. “Alpha.” He lowered his head, covered in long white hair, in deference. “Marcus Teverius.” The alpha eased. Eyeing him. “You know these from the lower lands?” “I speak for their Netherland Region.” Teverius said, nodding. “I know their King well.” “He calls you, his King of the Netherlands, does he not?” The alpha clarified. More for the fey’s sake, than his own, obviously. Disseus had heard of the fey King of the Netherlands, though in all his travels, he’d never glimpsed the man. He wouldn’t have denied he was just as curious to watch everything unfolding, as all the re
Disseus’s and Nim’s gaze followed all the rest. Taking in the shadow under two huge trees. Generating massive amounts of power. “This must be the strangest morning...” Almora muttered. Wondering who this newest interloper could possibly be. “Who is that?” Lon pondered. “Ah, hell!” Trap, the other Harbinger, swore. Backing further into the crowd of fey guardians, in an effort to blend. Disseus recognized the blonde man sauntering into view, as the man that had helped heal Nim. The Forever Knight called Sebastian. A black-haired man emerged next to Sebastian. His face was an unreadable mask. Cutting blue eyes slid over the scene. He exuded authority and power unlike any Disseus had seen before. What is he? The way Sebastian eased a bit behind him, was telling. The dark hair is the leader. RedBayne was still grumbling profanity as he ambled out of the grove to join them
It was reasonable that Lon would mourn the death of all they’d built together. It had been Lonnix that had spread news of Disseus’s feats far and wide. Inspiring others to hire him. And keep our pockets fat with coin. It was Lonnix that built the name. “You keep it going.” Disseus suggested. “Most only dealt with you anyway.” They’d hardly know my face were I standing before them. “Nobody would believe that!” Lon cried in appall. “Talk to King Phalanx, he’ll back your story as a favor to me. Remind him how he became King of the Paladines.” Disseus gave him a stunned look. Disseus knew Lon had it in him to do the job. But at the very least, Phalanx would offer Lonnix a job or a new Ardae assassin to befriend. Lon had a cunning way about him that made him very personable. “Don’t fear yet.” Nim assured. “We’ve a bit before we must go.” “No.” Another voice interjected as Bernus
Disseus sat on that rock, holding Nealinim well into the night. Relieved and in awe to have all his joy back in his arms. What a strange journey it has been. She’d fallen asleep at some point. Lying on that rock with her head on his leg while he stroked her hair. Listening to the water and her soft breathing. As much as he yearned to make love to her. He wanted her to heal more. She needs her strength now more than ever. He heard a branch snap behind him and knew what he’d suspected for a while now. “How long have you been there.” “I’m a bit ashamed to admit, the whole time.” He rumbled from the shadows. His dark skin blending with the night darkness. Only the orange of his eyes glowed from the trees. “Why?” “You weren’t here when she wandered off.” Styx explained. “I was worried about her out here alone. Away from camp. Especially after all she’s been through.” “You as well.” Disseus reminded.