Page 19 of Mischief Maker

Chapter Sixteen

Kireth

M y whole body shivers. Somehow I know these are the words I want to hear, even if I don’t understand why.

This plain peasant wants me, only me, and I find that I want her, too.

I want to keep tasting her heady flavor, keep drinking in her lovely smell, keep exploring her effervescent body.

If what she desires is me, then I will grant her wish, and perhaps it will grant mine, too.

I move my kisses from her plush mouth to her jaw, and when she tilts her head back, I drop to her long throat.

Her back arches, pressing her breasts into my chest. My arms slide under her, keeping her anchored to me as I kiss her collarbone.

I could simply eat her, bring her inside me, know her as I know myself.

The enormity of this desire overwhelms me, and my hips slide across hers, my cock dragging against her thighs.

She inhales sharply, and the mound of her pelvis rises off the bed to grind against me.

I’m almost delirious with gratification that she lusts for me, too.

This quiet creature is sensual and thirsty, as tantalizing as she is demure, and I sense these are only two sides of her many multitudes.

I would like to know more of them. Perhaps all of them.

My hands slide down over her pert rear, cupping it tight, making sure my length is nudging between her legs. Instinctively she spreads them for me, and now I need nothing more than to remove the starchy brown dress keeping us apart.

I draw back from her, and my mortal whimpers at our separation.

“Don’t worry,” I murmur in her ear as I grab the hem of her dress.

I draw it up over her strong, creamy thighs, and she eagerly shifts on the bed to let me slip it up her body and over her head.

Of course, there is more underneath—humans love to wrap up their bodies in so many pointless layers.

But her hazel eyes never stray from mine as she peels off the last of her clothing herself, revealing her to me.

The soft globes of her breasts hang low on her chest, her nipples perfect pinnacles, taut with her arousal.

My hands find their way toward them without my conscious command, as if they long to take those perfect breasts in my palms and lessen the burden.

The woman’s eyes are hooded as my thumbs brush over just the tips of her nipples, and a wisp of a breath escapes her lips.

“Kireth.” My name on her tongue makes my hair stand up on end. “Please.”

I don’t need anything else. I seize her breast in my mouth, just over her rapidly beating heart, and smooth my hand across her belly toward the crux of her thighs.

They open in anticipation. As my hand slips between them, she lets out a breathy moan.

I drag my teeth over her nipple, one and then the other, before I dip into her soft heat.

I’m shocked by how wet I find her, how readily her body is already weeping for me, as if it knows what I plan to do.

As I run the pad of my finger over her sensitive clit, her hips buck, and she moans lavishly underneath me.

I swipe over it again and again as I suckle her breasts, relishing how her body reacts to every taste.

But the more I tease her, the more I find that I’m teasing myself, and I don’t know how much more I can stand. She hasn’t even touched me and yet my cock is drooling for her, wetting the fabric of my loincloth, as if my body already knows what it will find inside her and it wants for nothing else.

At last, I dip a finger into her opening, and she wriggles underneath me, eager and accepting. How smoothly I’ll fit inside her, I think, twitching at the mere suggestion. She is so small, so tight, that the squeeze of her around me could very well be my undoing.

I want to be undone by this strange mortal.

Her little hands reach down to untie my loincloth, and then my cock is free, sloping toward her in a way that I’m certain will fit perfectly inside her. I thrust my finger into her wet heat, testing her, opening her up for me, and her delicious gasps turn into thick moans.

It’s time to feel her for myself. Her hands wrap around my shaft, but I shake my head.

“No,” I tell her, withdrawing so I can move down her body to the wide gap of her thighs. “This is how you should feel me.”

She stares down at where I’m dripping my anticipation onto her soft cunt, then rapidly nods.

“Yes,” she agrees. “That’s how.”

I want to take her slowly. I want to test the waters, work her like an adventurer on a great quest. But as I pull her lower lips apart with the head of my cock, just circling her center, I’m not sure if I can.

“Do it,” she urges me. “Bring me there, Kireth. I want to go with you.”

Her body gives easily as I guide myself inside her, and she’s warm and slippery for me.

Oh. The sensation of her is heavenly. I’ve never felt anything so pure and full of life as her cunt. I could drown in it, in her, and happily never come back up for air. I kiss her furiously as I fall into her depths.

“My sweet farm girl,” I say, the words tumbling out of me of their own accord. Why am I saying them as if I know her, this woman who came knocking at the door of the gods?

Because I do. When her gaze meets mine, her mouth open in a moan of pleasure, I remember her.

My Faela. She’s found me.

I can only hope that she’s forgiven me, too.

Faela

My god. My immortal. My Kireth.

There are no words to describe how it feels to be joined with him again, to have his perfect, lithe body on top of mine. He’s limitless, thrusting so deep inside me that I can’t imagine there’s anywhere left for him to go.

He’s staring into my eyes now as he drives ever further, and I’m certain that at last, he recognizes me. I don’t know what spell Lucia cast to place this obstacle in my way, but we have surpassed it together.

Kireth’s motions become feverish and irregular as he encircles me with his arms, bringing my face into the curve of his neck.

There, he clutches me tight as he gives me all of himself, and through his groans, I can hear my name muttered over and over.

I know it’s him, really him, because he’s tipping his hips and aiming for the place he knows I love, that one red-hot spot where each stroke of that marvelous cock triggers a bone-deep blast of pleasure.

I’m crying out for him, my legs flung tight around his waist, drawing him farther and farther inside me as that tension in my belly grows.

Feverishly he pumps, his sweat dripping down onto my forehead as he groans and pries me ever wider.

There was a void inside me that’s now filled, and I never want to imagine my world without him.

“Yes,” he murmurs into my ear as I writhe and moan, trying desperately to release. “Come for me, my beautiful woman.”

He slams into me hard and his cock grows even fuller, swelling with his own end. Every string in me is stretched to its limit, and suddenly, they all snap.

My thighs clench as I suck him inside so that we never have to be apart again. Kireth heaves with the force of his climax and it drags me along with it, into that bottomless place that’s reserved just for us.

There is no bounty so great as being loved by a god.

Spent, Kireth wraps his arms around my middle and rolls us over, our legs tangled, his dripping cock still wedged firmly where it belongs. He nuzzles my hair, feeling all along the edges of my body with his hands as if he can’t believe that I’m real.

“You came for me,” he whispers. “My Faela.”

“I had to.” I brush the curve of his horn with one hand, just remembering him, memorizing him. “When she took you away...” I ache just thinking of it, how the last words I’d spoken to him were so hateful. “I need you. I love you. I don’t want to do all of this—existing—without you.”

He fervently kisses the top of my head, and I can feel his heart hammering in his chest. “I would never leave you. But I’m not sure that you can stay here, either.” There’s defeat in his voice.

“Then come with me.” I hold him even closer. “Return to the farm with me.”

“I don’t think I can.” He shakes his head, letting out a heavy, unsteady breath. “This place... I can’t leave it. I am trapped here. I cannot go back with you.”

Dread settles over me. Did Lucia really send me all this way, taunt me with the possibility of saving him, only to find he’s locked inside a prison?

“That can’t be right.” I bury my face in his neck. “That’s not what she told me.”

“Who told you?” Kireth’s voice fills with suspicion. “Was it my mother?”

Before I can answer, there’s a crash, and a few shouts rise up. We unspool our bodies from each other, and Kireth pushes aside the curtain to look.

He freezes, his mouth hanging slack. “Lucia?”

I grab my slip and put it on over my head as Kireth gapes. Far down below us, the doors have been opened wide. With a carefree confidence, Lucia strolls in.

“Ah, Kireth.” Her eyes crinkle at the edges as she smiles up at us. “And the farm girl. You made it.”

The doors fall closed behind her.

Once my dress is on, we walk hand in hand down the steps to the mezzanine, where the great fountain in the center happily burbles. There’s a knowing smirk on Lucia’s face as we approach together, Kireth’s hand inside mine. He might be a god, but Lucia frightens even him.

“You made it past my obstacle,” she says to me with one eyebrow arched, her lip curled. “You’re not as stupid as you look.”

“Mother,” Kireth warns.

She chortles. “And you, my wayward child, got caught in the web of a mortal. You found your chosen one, when none of these other high and mighty gods never could have dreamed of it.”

The god who tried to pull up my dress before glares in my direction. “Kireth, of all of us?” he says, spitting on the floor.

“Despite my spell, you remembered her.” Lucia shakes her head, wearing a rueful smile. “I’ve done my best, but you’ve defeated me.”

Kireth squeezes my hand tighter. “Are you going to let us leave now?”

“But you are an immortal,” she says, tilting her head at him like he’s an odd bug she found on the ground. “Now that you’re here, you cannot leave, just like Terano cannot leave, either.” There’s a wistfulness in her voice. “And now, neither can I.”

“You’ve been forgotten, too,” Kireth says. She just nods her head in my direction, as if she expected it. As if now that I’m dead, there’s no one left to remember her name.

“Are you saying I can’t take him back with me?” I demand. “After all this?”

Lucia shrugs. “You are mortal. You can open and close these doors as you like and cross over the threshold.” She grins widely at Kireth. “But immortals? We are bound here for the rest of time.”