I couldn’t wait to have her. Once more. Forever. However and whenever she would give herself to me. I released the bonds, dragging her down with me as I always knew I would. The soreness in my knees was nothing compared to the ache in my body to unleash myself on her.
Aveen tore at the buttons on my shirt, scraping her short nails down my skin.
My hands didn’t falter as I unfastened my breeches, finally free to drive my cock into her dripping heat. My eyes rolled back in my head, never wanting this to end but too weak to keep my hips from drawing back when she lifted herself, urging me deeper.
“I thought I was the one torturing you,” I rasped, my head already spinning.
“And I thought I told you to do your worst.”
I caught her hips, angling them upwards so I could drive deeper. Harder. Faster. “Scream for me.”
Her throat strained when she did. She clung to me as I clung to her, burying myself until my vision blurred and muscles coiled. Her thighs shook where they squeezed my thrusting hips.
When she cried my name, I fell apart inside her, her own climax stealing my darkness, filling me with light and hope.
Maybe I would find another way to break this curse.
Maybe I could defeat the Queen.
Maybe I could retrieve my heart and give it to this woman who deserved nothing less than everything.
26
As I glancedout the dining room window, watching night descend upon the castle, I already couldn’t wait for dinner to end. But first, I needed to feed my human so she had plenty of energy for what I had planned later.
“The wards need strengthened,” I told Tadhg.
He rolled his eyes as he always did when I suggested something even remotely related to work. “No one has breached our wards in centuries. They’re fine as they are.”
“No one has breached them because no one has tried.” Now that Aveen was stuck here, I needed to make certain that she was as safe as possible. Not that I’d be able to save her if my mother decided to take control. But so long as we kept up the ruse outside these walls, there was a chance she’d leave me be.
“If you want to waste your magic, be my guest.”
His wife was upstairs locked away. He really should have been more concerned about her well-being.
The fool kept glancing at the empty chair beside Ruairi with a pathetic look on his face. When he wasn’t guzzling wine, that was.
Unlike my brother, Aveen sipped her drink slowly, her dainty fingers spinning her glass when she returned it to the table. “Be careful not to drink too much,” I said. Faerie wine was far stronger than anything she would’ve had back in Airren, and the hangovers would make her wish for death.
Her icy blue eyes flashed, sending a spark of heat straight to my groin. “I can handle myself.”
I’d prefer to be the one doing the handling, but that couldn’t happen if she was drunk.
Right. I’d suggested having dinner together for a reason. We had important business to discuss. Business that needed to stay between us. When I conjured a tost, the lads glanced at each other over their plates, but Aveen didn’t seem to notice.
The Queen needed to die. Then Keelynn could be resurrected, fall madly in love with my eejit brother, and break his curse. Then I’d retrieve my heart, and Aveen could fall madly in love with me. AndthenRuairi would be the only sad fecker here without prospects.
Win-win-win.
We’d need a human to stab her, though. Notmyhuman. We needed a different one.One that no one would miss if he were to fail.
“You know what I think we should do?”I started, lifting my glass to my lips.
“The last time ye said that, Tadhg ended up killing—how many people?” Ruairi said, glancing toward where my brother swayed on his seat.
Tadhg smiled a sloppy smile. “Only two. But one wasn’t my fault,” he rushed when Aveen’s mouth fell open.
That one had been due to his curse, and like I’d always said, if a woman was foolish enough to kiss him, she deserved to spend a year in the underworld.