Page 147 of A Cursed Love

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The towel fell next to my boots, and I braced one hand on the edge of the tub. Water droplets from the damp waves clinging to her shoulders dripped onto my knuckles. I dragged my free hand from her knee to her silken center. “As I suspected,” I whispered, dipping a finger inside her heat. “You’re soaked.”

Keelynn’s head fell back with her sensual moan.

My cock strained against my breeches as I added a second finger. “What’s it to be, wife? Shall I finish drying you off…or give you a reason to take another bath?”

Her legs spread wider, urging me to kiss the inside of her knee. Her inner thigh. I guessed that meant she’d chosen the second option. She whimpered when I replaced my fingers with my tongue, working her into a frenzy until she tugged at my hair and demanded we move to the bed. I scooped her up and carried her over. Her body slipped down mine when I set her back on her feet. She clawed at the buttons on my waistcoat, unfastening them while my hips ground into hers, my cock desperate for any friction it could find.

I adjusted myself, not quite ready to give in. “Get on the bed.”

Keelynn went to lie on the pillows, her hand trailing down her flat stomach, past the black scar left from Fiadh’s attack.

“Sit up. Wouldn’t want to get the pillows all wet.” The mattress dipped when I climbed in next to her. “Good, woman. Now lift up and hold on to the headboard.”

“Why? What are you—”

I laid down and slipped my head between her thighs. She stared down at me, her lips parting with surprise. My hands cradled her hips, urging her to lower herself right where I wanted her. With a tilt of my chin, my mouth met her glistening core once more. Her moan was absolutely feral as she started to rock against my face. What a way to end a glorious day.

It wasn’t long before she came apart for me, trembling and pulsing against my tongue.

“That was…” She shoved her damp waves back from her flushed face. “God, Tadhg…”

“It’s prince, actually.”

With a burst of laughter, she let go and climbed down my body to cup my aching length inside my breeches. “What’s that?” she gasped.

My hips lifted. “You’re about to find out.”

She shook her head. That was when I noticed she was no longer looking at me but toward the window. Reluctantly, I sat up and peered outside. “I don’t see anything—”

The words died on my lips.

A plume of black smoke lifted in the darkened sky. She rolled off me, and I shot to my feet. In the distance, orange light flickered beyond the wards. It looked like it was coming from the camp. Which didn’t make any sense because the camp should’ve been hidden. If I didn’t know better, I’d say it looked like—

“Something’s on fire!” Keelynn shoved my shoulder. “Do something! Hurry!”

“Rían!” I shed my waistcoat and sprinted into the hallway.

My brother appeared at my side, not a hair out of place and his eyes gone black. “I saw.”

Aveen hurried down the stairs behind us, pulling the tie on her robe tighter. Rían and I ran into the courtyard and through the wards, catching each other’s hands and evanescing to the camp where angry flames licked the starlit sky.

The wards hadn’t just been broken; they’d been obliterated.

Screams of terror ripped through the air as humans darted around like headless chickens.

We needed buckets for water—and a lot of them. I was about to shift the ones from our stables when a figure cloaked in black streaked between tents, a torch clenched in his fist.

“Get him!” I bellowed.

Rían took off after the man, but by the time he caught up, the bastard had already tilted the writhing flame toward the nearest canvas wall. The material burst into flames.

Rían caught the bastard’s hood and yanked. The man stumbled back and tried to replace the hood, but it was too late. I’d already seen his face. The black pits of his eyes stared back, chilling in their vacancy.

More figures in black cloaks appeared down the line, setting canvas after canvas alight.

I had to stop them but couldn’t get my feckin’ boots to budge. Why had I thought smuggling people across the border would be safer than leaving them in Airren?

Every death tonight was on my head.