CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN（Untitled）Grace

CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

Grace

"Thank you." Rune leaps up, tail wagging. "Thank you. Thank you, my lady."

I laugh, almost bowled over by his enthusiasm, my hands digging into the thick hair of his coat to keep myself upright. His fur's softer than expected. In that moment, he's more dog than wolf, all wagging tail and enthusiasm. And it turns out he likes a good scratch behind the ears as much as any dog, leaning into my hand, his tongue lolling in a doggie grin.

"You've got to promise me one thing," I say, finding a good spot that makes him lean harder into my hand.

"Anything, my lady."

"Call me Grace. This ‘my lady' thing's too formal for friends."

Rune pulls away from my hands and dips his head. "I will be honored to call you friend."

"Grace," I say.

"Grace," he repeats.

"Now that we're all acquainted, can we be on our way? We're exposed here and still far too close to the beacon that is the Ferris wheel," Aurora says, her tone dry. "Rune, how far are your dens?"

"How fast can you run?"

"Don't you worry about that ." The unicorn snorts and swishes her horn through the air. "There's not a cu sith alive who can outrun me."

"We shall see."

Branikk straps the net gun to the saddle and stores the unused cartridges in one of the saddlebags without Aurora saying a word about carrying extra things.

Then his hands are on me, lifting me into the saddle. He joins me, his huge body a wall of hard muscle behind mine.

"I have not forgotten that kiss, my bride. Or the promise your body made to mine," he growls. His tusks nip at the top of my ear, and tingles race through me. "When we make camp, you will ask, and I will kiss you again."

The heated promise of his words make it clear he'll do far more than kiss me, and my clit gives an insistent throb as his splayed fingers brush over my lower stomach, which flutters like crazy.

Rune running beside her, goading her on, Aurora leaps forward, galloping as quickly as ever.

And not nearly quickly enough.

Because he's right.

I will ask.

There's no relief. There's only yearning.

We ride and ride. Branikk's huge thighs press against mine. His hand caresses my stomach. His hard cock rocks against my butt. His lips tease my ears, my neck.

My body burns.

We reach a grove of short, wide trees with multiple thick vines twisting together to create each trunk. They drip long strands of gorgeous purple flowers that perfume the air with a heady scent like lilacs.

Branikk calls a halt, and I almost sob in thanks, my whole body aching with want.

He sets me on my feet and hurries to unfasten the saddlebags, dropping them to the ground. Then he swats Aurora's neck. "Away with you. It's time for me to be alone with my bride."

"As if I want to listen to the two of you do that ." She gives a laughing whinny and says, "Come, Rune. We'll make our own camp."

The wolf dips his head toward me. "My lady." It seems we'll have to work up to him calling me Grace.

They move out of sight, the silent birds following overhead like a cloud.

Branikk reaches toward me, his eyes burning with intensity, his massive body vibrating with tension. "Grace, you need to tell me now if you want this or not, because if I touch you, I won't be able to stop."

I've never had this kind of effect on anyone before, and especially not someone as gorgeous as him. But I believe him. He's not faking it. He truly wants me. It's hot as hell.

"Touch me, Branikk." I step forward so that his fingers brush the underside of my breast. "Kiss me."

Love me.

I can't make myself say this last part out loud, not yet. But I don't need to.

He surges forward, crushing me to him as his lips take mine.

All the promise of hours of teasing, all those little licks of fire he started in my body burst into a bonfire of desire.

Branikk growls, his mouth eating at mine, his tongue plunging into me over and over, just as I want his cock to.

I press closer, rubbing my breasts back and forth against the firm muscles of his chest, my nipples shooting bolts of electricity straight to my clit. Then I push forward to straddle his thigh, grinding against it, too hungry to wait to get naked. Ripples of pleasure roll through me. I fist his shirt, pulling myself even closer.

He thrusts his leg forward, pushing the heavy muscle of his thigh even more strongly between my legs.

I moan into his mouth and bear down, riding him, my whole body moving.

His hands are in my hair, tearing it from its bun so he can dig his fingers into its length and yank my head back. His mouth slides from mine, licking and teasing the sensitive skin of my bared neck.

I gasp, my heart pounding, my body moving faster as pleasure builds.

His other hand finds my hip, pushing me down onto his thigh so I grind even harder.

"Oh, god, yes!"

He nips at my neck, his tusks scoring my skin in a delicious scrape that joins with the press of his thigh into an overwhelming whole.

My orgasm explodes through my body, tingles racing outward like fireworks fizzing my blood as my mouth falls open on a silent scream.