Broken Dove (Fantasyland #4)(112)

“Do you want to explain that?” I asked.

His belt undone, his fingers at the buttons of his fly, he looked to me again.

“No, I want your mouth between my legs. Then I want to watch you ride my cock. When we’ve both cl**axed and my seed is dripping from inside you, I’ll explain about Brunskar.”

Suddenly, I didn’t give a damn about Brunskar.

I gave less of one when he pulled down his breeches and I saw he was very ready for my mouth to be between his legs.

And I didn’t even remember there was a Brunskar when he got in bed, put his back to the headboard, spread his legs, cocked his knees, and leveled his eyes to me even as he wrapped his big hand around his hard thick c**k and started stroking.

Every inch of me started tingling, most specifically my ni**les and the area between my legs.

I had a feeling we weren’t going slow and sweet tonight.

And I was looking forward to it.

“Remove your robe and gown before you join me, poppy,” he murmured.

I couldn’t be sure, I didn’t think they recorded those types of things for the books, but I was relatively certain I had my robe and nightgown off in record time.

He liked what he saw and I knew this because his voice was gruff when he ordered, “Crawl up the bed from the bottom.”

Oh God.

Hot.

I didn’t delay and moved to the foot of the bed.

“Slow,” he commanded and I swallowed.

I put my hands to the bed, then my knees and did as ordered, the whole way my eyes to his hand working his cock.

I got to my destination and felt his other hand cup the side of my face. I guessed what that meant and stilled so he could he feed himself to me. I guessed right. Shifting the tip to my lips, his hand at my face slid up into my hair and put gentle pressure on until I took him inside.

His voice was thick when he whispered, “That’s it, dove.”

He was right.

That was it.

Or it was for right then.

I would get a whole lot more later.

* * * * *

Later, I remembered Brunskar because I’d cl**axed, so had Apollo, his “seed” was seeping out of me and his hand was smoothing over my hip when he murmured, “Brunskar.”

“Yes?” I prompted when he said no more.

His arms closed around me and he gathered me closer so we were pressed front to front on our sides.

“The Drakkars, save Frey and his two brothers, are a vicious lot, greedy, lascivious and spiteful. Some are even cruel. They like to play and their favorite toys are people.”

Wonderful. More good news about the Drakkars.

Ugh.

“Draven kind of warned me about them,” I shared.

“Good,” he muttered. “I would have done the same but I’ve been struggling with whether or not to take you to the gale. Being here, the feel of the place, which I forgot just how unpleasant it could be, I think not.”

That surprised me and I tipped my head back to look at the firelight playing on the angles of his face.

“Seriously?”

He looked down at me. “I do not like the idea of my dove being toyed with.”

God, that was sweet.

“Ilsa,” I whispered, telling him I knew what he was talking about.

He nodded. “That will be fodder, I’m certain. But they don’t need it.”

“I’ll be okay,” I assured him, though I wasn’t exactly assured myself. That said, I knew I would be okay in the end.

Because he’d make me that way.

This realization pretty much rocked my world but I couldn’t give into that feeling when Apollo kept talking.

“I don’t want you just to be okay. I want you to feel safe and that will not be safe.”

“Honey,” I slid my hand up his chest to curl it around his neck, “I’ve endured far worse than mean people.”

“Yes, you have,” he agreed. “But that does not mean you need to continue to do it.”

“What I’m saying is, that kind of thing doesn’t faze me. And the Ilsa thing, it’s not like I haven’t had practice dealing with that too.”

He made no reply.

I pressed closer. “Does it occur to you that I don’t want you to go into what Draven called a den of vipers alone either?”

He sounded surprised when he asked, “You seek to protect me?”

“Well, you’re a big guy who can look out for himself. But still. Unpleasant situations are a lot easier to deal with for anyone when they have someone at their back. Or in this case, on their arm.”

At that, his hand slid up to my neck, then into my hair and he pressed my face in his throat while his other arm gave me a squeeze and I felt his lips at the top of my hair.

“I take it that means I’m going,” I guessed.

“I have still to decide.”

I sighed

Then I pulled out the big guns.

“If you don’t let me go, I can’t wear one of my kickass gowns. I’ve been looking forward to wearing one of those gowns since I saw them in Vasterhague. And with us at war, if we’re not at some gale where intrigues are happening and conspirators are conniving, where am I going to wear my gowns?”

He chuckled, taking the pressure off my head so I could tip it back. The instant I did, he moved in and gave me a sweet deep kiss with tongues.