Braving Fate (The Mythean Arcana 1)

“Aye.” He lifted her into his arms and carried her to the bed.

His big body followed hers down as she sank into the mattress. She needed him to fill the void within her.

“Please.” She moaned, beyond being embarrassed. “I need you. Make me forget what’s coming.”

“Anything,” he rasped. He caught her eyes as he settled between her thighs. His gaze was intense, searching. “You’re mine, Diana, and we’ll get you through this.”

Please be right.

She shivered as he ran his hot tongue along the side of her neck.

“Gods, you taste sweet,” he whispered in her ear. He nipped the lobe and her hips bucked up slightly at the pleasure.

Too much. Not enough.

She clutched at his shirt. “Faster. I need you now.”

She didn’t want to think, didn’t want time to process what her fate might be. She wanted him. Wanted Cadan. He would make her forget.

He must have heard the desperation in her voice. While she struggled out of her clothes, he reared up and jerked the shirt over his head. His jeans were gone, then hers, and she stared up at the magnificent form rising above her on the bed. She reached up toward him and ran her hands along the rigid beauty of his abs. Then she yanked him down to her.

“Now,” she demanded, running her arms over his sculpted back. She sank her nails into his ass and jerked him toward her. “I need you now.”

She wanted him pounding into her so hard that she could only feel him. Could only think of him.

“Hang on,” he grated, his breath harsh at her ear. He wanted her as much as she wanted him, she knew it. She jerked at his hips again.

He resisted, pulling back enough to slip a hand between them. “I want to make sure you’re ready.”

He stroked his thumb over her clitoris. Yes. She squirmed beneath him.

“More.” She moaned when he pushed a finger inside her.

“A demanding one, aren’t you?” He grinned down at her, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes. They were still haunted.

She closed her eyes and focused on the feel of him.

When his fingertips pressed against the pad of flesh that was so sensitive, her hips arched off the bed.

“Yes.” She moaned as he began to thrust inside her while circling her clitoris with his thumb.

His breath was hot on her neck as he worked her toward orgasm. He thrust his erection against her thigh, mirroring the rhythm of his fingers inside her. She reveled in the hard heat of him against her.

A tingling suffused her as the pleasure built toward its peak. Just as the tension began to coil at her core, he withdrew his hand.

“No, please, I’m—”

He thrust his cock into her, stretching her. Filling her almost unbearably. Light burst in front of her eyes as the orgasm crashed over her in waves.

“Fuck.” He groaned. “I can feel you clenching around me.”

He shuddered atop her as he rocked into her. His strong hands grasped her legs and pushed them up, spreading them wider and thrusting harder.

Her back arched as a second orgasm seared through her. She opened her eyes in time to see him throw back his head, tendons at his neck straining and his eyes squeezed shut as he poured himself into her.

CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE

It was near dusk when they rolled apart and lay side by side staring at the ceiling. Only the sound of their breathing broke the silence.