Page 94 of The Never List
Her words are my undoing.
I glide into her wetness, sinking to the hilt only to pull out and do it all over again. She locks her ankles behind me,clinging to me as I pound into her hard and fast.
Mine, mine, mine.
My soul shouts the chant as I pump into her, every connection igniting a fire that consumes me. She’s the flame, the conduit to everything I’ve ever wanted. A partner who understands me, a match that challenges me, a true pairing I never thought possible.
I snake my arm underneath her ass, hefting her so I can fuck her at a deeper angle. I want to claim every single piece of her, even those parts she keeps buried and hidden. I want all of her. No matter what. And I try to convey that with our bodies clashing together in the most perfect way.
This time is different than all the others.
This time, she’s admitted she’s mine, and there is no going back.
“Axl,” she groans, her nails digging into the muscles of my back as I drive into her over and over again.
She flutters around me, and I grin down at her. “Already?”
She nods, barely coherent as I continue to hold her ass up, sinking into her until I bottom out, devouring the way her eyes roll back in her head with every stroke.
“Fuck, kitten.” My orgasm is rising to the cusp. “See what you do to me?” I pound into her for emphasis. I groan, trying to hold out as long as I can, but she feels so fucking good, so fuckingmine.“Come on,” I say, using my free hand to push on one of her knees, shifting the angle enough that I can see where we connect. “You need to drench me.Now.”
I roll my hips, ensuring I brush against her sensitive spot just as I bottom out in her again—
“Axl!” She cries my name, her heat clamping downaround me, pulsing with her orgasm and drawing mine right along with her. “Axl,” she says over and over again, catching her breath as I slow my thrusts, spilling inside her so deep and hot I know I’ve claimed her forever.
I shift and hold her against me, realizing she’s it for me.
But she still has to choose me…choose usallin the end.
Terror streaks through me. She may wear my bracelet, wear my mark, but that doesn’t mean she’ll say yes to us all when it matters most.
And I hate that I won’t know until the end.
28
Rylee
Moonlight sparkles along the ocean as Axl’s ship cuts through the waves with ease.
We set sail three hours ago, the ship navigating around the edge of the Sapphire Cove while Pierce, Axl, Kal, Jax, and I ate and mingled with the kings. There are a few servers on board, Mirren included—though she hasn’t shown herself much since dinner. A few kings’ enforcers and nobility round out the ship’s company, as well as the elite enforcers following the kings around like loyal puppies.
Angry loyal puppies.
I’ve been studying enforcers my entire life, and the elites are definitely a different breed. The four bodyguard assassins move like a unit, almost as tight-knit as the Legends, but with less grace. They’re all hard edges, their muscled bodies accented by the elite uniforms they wear—black leathers, gold vests, and diamond-encrusted masks that make seeing their eyes impossible. Every time they’re around, I try my best to get a peek beneath the mask, if only to be able to identify them beyond the number emblazoned on the upper right shoulder of their uniforms, but I’ve never been successful.
Probably a good thing. I’m sure they’re all bastards—cold-hearted and entitled and predatory, just like Turner.
Icy fear tumbles in my stomach at the thought of him, and it takes all the willpower I have not to smooth a hand over the now-healed but still skin-deep bruises I have from him. He’s been a ghost haunting my thoughts for weeks, drenching me with terror that he’ll finally find his way to one of the royal cities and expose who I really am. The only semblance of peace I get from the thoughts is when I assure myself over and over again that there arethousandsof enforcers employed across the kingdom, and the odds of him being granted an audience with the kings are slim.
I lean against the railing, sipping on sparkling wine and counting the seconds until I can be free of the kings’ gazes. Surprisingly, Baydel has kept his distance, and there isn’t an execution or test in sight. Maybe he has something else in mind, some grander display to catch me off guard, but he’s barely spoken a word to me.
I can’t decide which is worse: him giving me veiled threats about my sister, or him being silent and indifferent.
Sighing, I smooth down the folds of my silk gown. I chose emerald green tonight, much to Pierce’s delight. I’ll be traveling to his city tomorrow, and now that I’ve been doing this wholepotential matething for a couple of months, I’m feeling more confident. I don’t feel the need to ask Kal or Axl to come with me this time.
Sure, I’m nervous about getting to know Pierce on a deeper level, but I’ve spent a good amount of time with him during my stays in the Ruby Aire and the Sapphire Cove. Mostly, I know I’ll miss Axl, just like I’ve missed Kal. Though, luckily, Kal has visited many,manytimes.
Heat flutters beneath my skin at the memories, and Ican’t help but long for the days when the Choosing business is done and I can just be with them all at the same time whenever I want…
