Entwined Realms Volume One(148)

“That’s not fair!” She tossed the basket of supplies on the table and went into her hands-on-hips pose. “I couldn’t live with myself if I ran and you two were hurt. If I could do something, I wanted to be there to do it.”

“We’d rather of been hurt than see you be a human punching bag – or worse.” Memories crowded his head, him and Jac passing a beer and bitching about yet another group beatdown they’d fought through because of Nalah’s mouthy help. “We probably got into twice as many fights because of you, cause you wouldn’t run and instead defended us. Took on groups no other dumbasses would’ve.”

“I was so young,” she murmured, gave a small snort of laughter. “I never meant that. Attitude took over when someone insulted my two favorite guys.”

“Fuck it, don’t worry on it. It’s probably why I’m able to fight so well. Good early training and all.”

Nalah smiled, the sun and moon and stars in that smile which contained only the good and no bad from their shared memories. He had to protect that smile. He had to get that ring and get her out of here.

And if once they were out she decided they should separate again? No, fuck that. Wasn’t going to happen. He’d convince her, somehow.

She went to move away, but as she passed he caught her hand and brought the palm to his mouth, placing a small, biting kiss in the center. “Esh, stop that. Your nose is probably broken.”

Definitely broken. Pain didn’t matter. He’d been through worse before and would be through worse again. “No worries. It’ll be fine tomorrow.”

“Then we’ll do stuff tomorrow.”

He growled and pulled her into his lap. “How about we do stuff now. Kiss and make it better.”

Her hand was gentle as she pushed against his chest in a playful smack. “Oh, is that what I’m doing? Should I go put on a nurse costume?”

Oh hells yeah, once they got away from all this. But for now… He pointed at his nose. Her squinty-eyed glare was not effective when paired with her lips curling up. Finally, she gave a deep, dramatic sigh, and with that, Nalah leaned forward and with the lightest brush possible, touched her lips to the broken nose.

That worked, so next one. He pointed to his shoulder. This time was less hesitation and a bit more pressure, but light enough to express his injuries still worried her.

Changing tactics, he pointed to an area on his chest with no bruises, scrapes, or bloody patches. The squinty-eyed glare was replaced with a half-open mouth, the tongue touching the corner in a gesture that was pure habit and hell on his rising cock.

Her soft mouth descended on the unbroken skin, and Nalah no longer needed direction. For every bruise she found, her tongue came out to run over the skin, leaving a trail of heat behind. She looked up at him through her eyelashes.

“Adorable and fuckable,” he murmured, and her ears went red. “What are you going to kiss next?”

The brush of her palm over his cock. “Does this hurt?”

“So much.” And that was the absolute truth. He was vibrating, anticipation rushing through him in a great wave, leaving him breathless in its wake.

She nibbled her lower lip, the movement reddening her mouth and bringing a groan to his lips. “I think you might be taking advantage of my medical care of you.”

He took her hands and pressed them to his cock through the jeans. Her fingers moulded around him, working him through the fabric, and the sight of those long, dark fingers had sweat beading at his hairline. He needed to see her skin on his. “Never,” he got out, his voice little more than a croak. He cleared his throat. “I just want everything checked.”

Those gorgeous, wondrous fingers undid the zipper, letting his cock spring free, hard and ready for her. His earlier hopes were answered as she curled those fingers around him and gave a long, lazy pull. “No underwear?”

“Didn’t want to slow you down.” Her stroke was feather-light, barely-there, yet to him it was a brand.

She slipped off his lap, her expression sensual and mischievous all at once. Her head dipped, and that pink tongue slipped out, and, oh fuck… She licked him. She licked him like he was an ice cream cone and she’d just discovered the treat. Little licks, but nothing tentative about them. They were sure and often, and the came all around the head, driving him fucking nuts because it was too much and not enough, and she was going to kill him.

Her mouth surrounded the head, the first pull of suction eliciting a groan. With slow, sure strokes she went deeper, swallowing more of him, pulling him further and further into her throat.

His hand came to rest on the back of her head, directing her, and he fought with himself not to force her down, and to put all of his cock in that incredible wetness. But he didn’t have to, because she deep-throated him in one smooth movement. And she did it again. And again. And again.