Rhys reached around and set his hand atop her breast and slowly ran his hand down her stomach to the black curls nestled between her legs. He held her up with his other hand wrapped around her waist while he spread her curls. A satisfied smile formed when he found her wet to the touch.
To his surprise, she reached behind her and wrapped her hand around his cock. Rhys hissed in a breath as she ran her hand up and down his length.
Rhys wouldn’t be able to hold onto his control if she continued, and he wanted the night to be about her. He wanted to show her that he was different, that she mattered. He spun her around, pushing her back against the window. Her breath came out in a huff, but her eyes were alight with excitement.
Bending his head, he fastened his lips around a nipple and sucked. Her arms came around him, his name falling from her lips in a strangled whisper.
Rhys suckled, teased, aroused first one breast, and then the other until he had to hold Lily up. Her eyes were closed, her lips parted as moan after moan fell from her full lips. Only then did Rhys drop to his knees. He moved one of her legs until her thigh rested on his shoulder. At the first touch of his tongue against her sex, she jerked and then sighed.
Her hips began to move as he found her clit with his tongue and swirled around it. He licked, he laved mercilessly, bringing her to a fever pitch only to back away at the last second before she could peak.
“Breathe,” he told her. “Close your eyes and concentrate on how my tongue feels against you.”
She complied instantly. Rhys paused for a moment, and then he licked her slowly. Lily shivered, gasping and clinging to the window even as she begged for more.
“Please,” Lily pleaded.
Rhys slid a finger inside her as he continued his assault. The moment her body began to tighten around him, he stopped once more. He looked up at her and used his tongue to swirl around her clit faster and faster, matching the rhythm of his fingers pumping inside her.
Almost instantly her body tightened, getting ready to climax. Rhys added a second finger to stretch her. She moaned loudly, her palms on the window. When Rhys pulled away once more, Lily groaned, her hips rocking from the need to fulfill the pleasure. He stood and waited for her to open her eyes to look at him.
He lifted her up so she could wrap her legs around his waist. Rhys kept her raised above his cock, her back against the window. Then, slowly, gradually, he let her slide down his arousal.
When she was fully seated, he held still, gazing into her dark eyes. “How do you feel knowing that anyone who looks can see us?”
“I feel sexy, carnal. Free,” she whispered in a throaty voice.
He pulled out of her and then thrust deep. She clung to him, their eyes locked as their bodies moved against the other. He progressively increased the rhythm, plunging deeper, harder each time. Soon sweat glistened over their bodies.
Suddenly her body went taut as the orgasm took her. Her mouth opened on a silent scream, her body convulsing from the strength of it. Rhys carried her to the bed and gently laid her down. He smoothed back her hair and grinned as she gazed up at him in contentment.
Her legs tightened around him, drawing him deeper inside her. Rhys rose up on his hands and rotated his hips before he began to move again. She met him thrust for thrust, pushing him higher, urging deeper.
His climax hit him unexpectedly. He plunged deep and shouted her name as the tidal wave of pleasure overtook him, sending him into a sea of ecstasy he’d never experienced before.
Her arms wrapped around him, brought him down to her. She held him as they were wrapped in a bubble of bliss that no one could fracture.
*
Ulrik stood on the roof of his building staring off toward Edinburgh. His sources told him Rhys went there with Kellan while Warrick flew back to Dreagan under the cover of clouds. Rhys and Kellan weren’t alone, however. Denae, Kellan’s mate was there, as was a mortal named Lily.
“Lady Lily Ross. Nobility mixing with the Kings.” Ulrik grinned. He could imagine Con would have a field day with the news.
Constantine, the one who refused to let go of tradition, the one who clung to an old way of life that no longer served the Dragon Kings. Then again, Con was as outdated as his beliefs.
It was time for the Kings to have a new leader.
It was time for a great many new things.
Ulrik looked to the sky. He might have some of his magic back, but he still couldn’t shift. Every minute of every hour of every day that passed and he couldn’t take to the skies made him hate Con even more.
He was so close to getting his revenge that he could taste it. Many humans would die. Many Kings would die. But he would finally have all of his magic returned. He would finally take to the skies and soar among the clouds as he once had.