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Thea worked him with her lush mouth and tongue, her hand reaching down to cup his swollen balls.

Holy Furies.His blood was on fire, bolts of pleasure shooting through him with each stroke of her tongue, an inferno of need threatening to take hold. His grip in her hair tightened and she moaned around him, sending a vibration rippling down his length.

‘Thea…’ He said her name without knowing what he was asking. This amount of pleasure was insane, and he didn’t know if he wanted to erupt into that talented mouth of hers, or pull out to bury himself deep inside her. He had to decide soon, because she had him climbing to that point of no return.

She worshipped him with long, luxurious movements, allowing him to hit the back of her throat so that he nearly saw stars.

No, he had to touch her.Now.

He hauled her up with him, so that his back rested against the headboard of the stupidly big bed, and Thea was straddling him.

For a second, Wilder froze, his gaze tracing her beautiful, flushed face and her eyes, bright with arousal. Then her breasts, also flushed and swollen, her nipples hard. Gods, there was no end to what he wanted to do to her. He kissed her savagely as his cock pressed against the slick heat between her legs. One shift of his hips and he’d be inside her. One slight movement and —

The doors banged open.

‘Oh, shit,’ a familiar voice sounded.

Wilder scrambled for the sheets and snatched them up around Thea, his heart hammering.

‘What the fuck, Torj?’ he snapped, unable to move without exposing himself or Thea.

Torj stared at them, gaping, before he seemed to remember himself and reached for the door. ‘Uh, shit. Sorry —’

‘What’s going on?’ a voice called from behind him, and Wilder groaned.

‘Fuck’s sake, Torj. Close the fucking door.’

And while the golden-haired Warsword was moving, it wasn’t fast enough. ‘No, don’t —’

Thea swore, too, as her friends Cal and Kipp peered around the frame.

The strangled cry of horror from Kipp might have been funny were the situation not so completely and utterly embarrassing.

‘Get the fuck out,’ Wilder barked, a flush creeping up his neck.

‘Uhh… Meet you at the Fox, then!’ Torj called as he shut the door.

Wilder’s face heated and he groaned, burying his face in the crook of Thea’s neck as he heard the three of them laughing down the hallway.

‘That couldn’t have gone any worse,’ he muttered.

‘Sure it could have,’ Thea said lightly, leaning back so she could see him, the sheet slipping from her shoulders.

‘How, exactly?’ Wilder demanded.

More than anything, Thea looked amused. ‘Well… it could have been Audra. Or the king.’ A laugh bubbled out of her.

The sound caused a thickness in Wilder’s throat, and a prickle at the back of his eyes. His grip tightened on her.

‘There’s no going back now, Warsword,’ she said, brushing her lips against his and rolling her hips.

He groaned. Absolutely no part of him wanted to leave their rooms and deal with Torj. He wanted to stay in bed with Thea all morning, talking and fucking and laughing, holding one another… But as much as he’d wished for a slow, luxurious morning with her, reality had made itself known as it always did, and there was no escaping it. Not as a Warsword of the midrealms.

‘Come on, let’s get dressed,’ he mumbled, placing his hands on her waist to move her.

‘Who said I was done with you?’ Thea replied, grinding against him.

Wilder closed his eyes and tipped his head to the ceiling in the hopes that the Furies would give him strength. ‘Good gods, woman. Are you trying to kill me?’