Total pages in book: 177
Estimated words: 171450 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 857(@200wpm)___ 686(@250wpm)___ 572(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 171450 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 857(@200wpm)___ 686(@250wpm)___ 572(@300wpm)
But Graves ate her like she was a rare delicacy. His face buried, licking from clit to pussy and back again. The last time he slid down and brought his tongue hard against her clit, holding her down so she couldn’t escape him. And she didn’t want to escape him. Not ever again.
Just the thought that she got to keep him, to do this whenever she wanted, made her body tighten with need. And then as he slid his tongue up to her again, she came hard and fast. Like the whole room lit up and every nerve ending stood on end.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” she cried out.
Then he tossed her down backward on the bed. She shivered with want as her body continued to tighten, having not come all the way down.
Then he was on top of her, pinning her to the bed. Their eyes met, and she nodded. “I’m yours,” she whispered.
And with one quick thrust, he was inside of her again.
“Graves, yes,” she said.
She wrapped her arms around him as he took his own pleasure. Her body was charged and aching and resplendent, and somehow, here she was riding through one high and chasing it with another.
“Wren,” he gasped. “I was an idiot for sending you away.” He punctuated his thrusts with his words. “I shouldn’t have ever let that happen.”
“It’s okay,” she said, touching his face. “We’re here now.”
“I’ll never let you go again. You understand?”
She saw it then in his eyes. A promise. A geas, of all things. He meant it in every fiber of his muscled body.
“I understand.”
“Never,” he repeated for emphasis.
She wanted this with him. She wanted everything with him. And if the last few days had taught her anything, it was to take the moments when they were here. To fight for what she wanted. To accept nothing less.
Because Graves was what she wanted. Had always been what she wanted.
“Oh God, Graves,” she said, holding him tight just as she hit the peak.
His own climax came on hard and strong as he roared his pleasure. They came down slowly in a tangled mess of longing. Kierse coiled herself around him like a snake. And he clung to her as if the last release had been his undoing.
His eyes finally found her. Gray and soft and contemplative. “Know that there’s not a world where I couldn’t find you,” he said solemnly and so serious. “There’s nowhere you could go that wouldn’t have me in it. There’s nothing I want from this life that exists without you.” He kissed her tender lips. “In the short time I’ve known you, you’ve taken down every barrier. Every wall. Every ward. You slip through my defenses, and I’ve found that I don’t just want you there, I need you there.”
She swallowed back a choked sob. “You’ve brought me back to life. Taught me how to feel like this again. I don’t want us to run from it. I want us to embrace it. We deserve it.”
“I love you, Wren.”
“I love you, too, Raven.”
Chapter Forty-Three
Another ding came from Kierse’s phone as she chugged water in the training room. “Did you get this?”
Walter groaned and picked up his phone. He was covered head to toe in sweat from their work on his magic. “Not the group chat again.”
She laughed at him as she clicked on the message.
Graves has added Ethan to the chat.
Laz: heyyyyyy girl
Ethan: Am I officially in the group? Am I finally cool?
Gen: Probably not.
Lyra: Are we just adding anyone to this chat?
Graves has added Niamh to the chat.
Kierse’s brows rose at that notification. He’d even told her that he was going to include the robin to his mortal enemy in the stone heist. And still, seeing her name was a surprise.
Laz: Oh wow literally everyone
Niamh: I heard you fucks were *funny*
Graves: I hate that I’ve resorted to mass communication, but here we are. Meet me in the library in an hour.
Laz: boss would have preferred carrier pigeons
Schwartz: Cave paintings.
George: Smoke signals.
Graves: You’re all fired.
Walter: I would like to be excluded from this chat.
Walter: Wait, am I fired?
“Walter,” she grumbled.
He looked back at her with alarm. “Wait, am I?”
Kierse shook her head and typed in the chat so that everyone could see her response.
Kierse: No one is fired. Graves is *joking.* I know. Shocking.
Graves: What she said. One hour. Now stop blowing up my phone.
George: Don’t be late or boss will cut you out of the group chat.
Laz: shots fired!
Walter threw his phone against the practice mat. “I hate that chat.”
“We’re all aware.” Kierse set her own phone down and rose on shaky legs. “Come on. We need to get this down before Halloween. I think we’re close.”
Walter shot her a skeptical look. He had every reason to doubt her. They were not close.
In fact, Walter’s force fields hadn’t gotten any better the last few days of endless training. She hoped he worked better under a time crunch, because if they were going to be able to stop Kingston from portaling and kill the Fae Killer, then a lot depended on Walter not sucking.