Chapter 37

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LECTURE NOTES FROM IMMORTAL ANATOMY:

A female’s cycle lasts three months. During the middle of their cycle is when they’re most fertile, though there is no guarantee as cycles may vary. Abstinence is the most effective method of birth control.

T he fields of wildflowers were her favorite part about Wilcrest.

Thessa and Soren were lying on their stomachs amidst the multi-colored blooms with the grimoire splayed between them. The past week had been a blur of Soren’s tongue and spell-searching. She’d yet to cross that line with him, but her patience was wearing thin. Every time they got close, he’d insist they had to wait, but he’d never tell her why.

“We should focus,” Thessa said, removing Soren’s roaming hand off of her rear.

“I am focusing.”

She smirked, flipping another page. “Everything we’ve found so far is simple spellwork, secondary school stuff, what exactly do you think could be hiding in here?”

He slapped the book shut. “Perhaps it’s not the spells I spent a century searching for, but rather you .”

She blushed.

“I think that’s enough for today,” he said.

Thessa arched her brow. “We’ve hardly looked.”

His eyes churned like the contents of a cauldron. “But I need to touch you.”

“You’ve been touching me,” she countered.

He growled, rolling her over and settling himself between her knees.

She gasped at the feel of his hands pushing up her dress. “Soren.”

“Saying my name like that isn’t helping your cause.”

She laughed. “Fine. If you must.”

He winked a dark promise before tearing her undergarment—another gift from Sila destroyed.

Goddess, help me.

Wrapping his arms around her thighs, Soren pulled her flush against his mouth. He grazed his teeth over her flesh, just before plunging his tongue inside her.

She moaned loud enough to startle the flock of starlings nearby; the hum of their wingbeats filled the sky. There was nothing holy about the way his mouth moved, and she was at his mercy. Stretching her arms wide, Thessa gripped bunches of stems for purchase. The way he sucked on her sensitive peak, while battering it with his tongue, left her legs trembling in his grasp.

It’d been minutes of bliss before he lowered her hips back down. Soren palmed her thighs wider and purred, “You’re exquisite,” before slipping two fingers inside her.

His hand worked with unrelenting determination to make her finish. When he dropped his mouth back down, it took her over the edge.

Her body shuddered while the audience of birds dipped and danced above her. The way they flew so carelessly, without fear, was exactly how she felt.

Soren’s wicked hand remained put while he trailed his mouth up to meet hers, one kiss at a time. The moment their lips met, something shifted inside her chest. Little wings of her own fluttered, carrying a song of hope.