The Weaver's Source

Part Seven: Chapter 97

I arched my back, pushing my bottom into Grigore, shivering with hot pleasure as he took me from behind; his hand on my thigh and his rough mouth at my throat, teeth nipping softly and coaxing at louder cries from me. I couldn't help how I sounded, how breathy and lustful, my mindless keening moans drifting about the small empty room as he filled me deeply, thrusting hard with my body welcoming him with silken heat and fire. His song was thick with mine, ensuring I could taste him and feel him, what he wanted from me, that he needed me; my body, my cries, my magic shimmering over my skin. I clutched at our cloaks beneath us and pressed my face into his arm as the aching heat swelling through me heightened, my eyes closed and lips parted as he pushed deeper into me, harder than before, and making me whimper against the feverish pleasure he was building inside me, that sweet ache I was quickly growing familiar with. Then I felt the crest bloom through me, burning with white fire and flickering over my skin like lightning, swallowing me up in tender pleasure. I cried out for him breathlessly, my fingers slipping over his wrist as he kept me still, his thrusts growing deeper and slower as he pressed his face against my throat, growling almost as he spilled into me, his own body matching mine.

We lay for a moment, my back pressed against his chest and resting in his arms, my breath frantic and body sensitive as he filled me still. He was warm around me, his masculine frame swallowing mine, his magic whispering with contentment, his breath heavy against my neck. Slowly my mind began to sharpen, no longer dulled by mindless desire and hot pleasure, and I began to hear the blizzard surrounding us; battering the tiny traveller's hut we'd found and whistling through its walls. I glanced up at the wards glittering about, keeping us warm and giving us light, making them oddly look a little like fireflies.

I moaned softly when Grigore's mouth brushed my throat, tongue swirling hotly as his hand drifted from my hip and slipped up my waist, my skin shivering with sensitivity as my magic stirred warmly beneath his palm.

"You're always incredibly sensitive, Lyra." He murmured with deepening amusement.

"It's the magic's doing." I said a little defensively, turning to him and giving him the opportunity to claim my mouth with his.

I sighed softly, my lips parting as he kissed me roughly, his tongue tasting me and mouth hot velvet. I felt my body warm again, my desire being renewed at his kiss, how his hand explored me, his fingers drifting along my stomach to slip between my legs, wiggling with sensitive pleasure when he stroked the silken heat lovingly.

"Don't hide behind the magic, Lyra." He growled against my mouth, his dark eyes glittering as he gazed at me. "I can separate you from the magic now with ease. I know when it's you who wants me."

He smiled at my pink face, knowing my cheeks weren't just flushed from his love making any longer, and kissed me again; swift and hot. Gently he slipped from me, sending a small shiver of heat through me, and rolled onto his back, encouraging me to follow. I did willingly, pressing myself against his chest and letting my fingers stroke his jaw shadowed by a thin beard as I gazed at him.

"You didn't know before?" I asked curiously, watching him as he shoved a hand through his hair, sweeping loose strands away from his dark eyes.

"No, not until your magic died after the black dog. Before then, I thought the magic controlled you as it did me, that all your worry for me was instigated by its need to keep me alive and those looks you'd toss me were little more than the magic speaking through you."

My cheeks flared and my eyes flashed with alarm. "Looks? What looks?"

He laughed softly, amusement thick in him. "Those warm looks full of affection, worry, shyness." His smile became wolfish as his hand slipped up my back to let his fingers bury into my hair, pulling me close so he could brush his mouth against mine. "There were flashes of longing I spotted as well."