So. For those of you who love Quelondain and Hayden's Sageden pack, I want to thank all of you for keeping the faith you seem to have in me.
I'm hoping to have ARCs of the newly finished Displaced out at the end of August/beginning of September with a release at the end of September/beginning of October. Until then, I'll be sure to post teasers and snippets to keep you entertained.
Here's a little something for you on this beautiful Sunday night.
content warning: this contains adult situations
Her sister knew, she was sure of it. The instant she’d walked back into the inn with her vegetables, her sister had known. How, she wasn’t sure. She’d sent Kendall to get water for the lunch soup, something they usually did together, but she’d had to put some distance between them.
She’d thought that being with him would cure her of the need she felt when it he was around. She’d been wrong. So wrong. Had it not been for the fact that the vegetables had to be back in time for lunch, she would have spent the entire day exploring his body and all the different ways she was sure he could make her explode.
She lay on her bed and pulled the covers up. Closing her eyes, she listened to her sister’s breathing. Sleeping. Taking a quick look to make sure the blanket that spread between them was in place, Neeka let herself think of the morning’s events.
Bloody hell. What had she been thinking? She was intended. She hadn’t been completely sure he would take her, though she had been fairly confident he’d felt the attraction.
She had hoped that having him would satisfy her curiosity, her need to have him touch her. If anything, it had combusted the urges and set her on fire.
It had been all she could do not to drag him back to the forest to have a second go at him. Thankfully, he seemed to have been affected the same way.
There had been no hesitation, no question as he’d led up into the hay loft and bent her over a bale of hay. The feel of him sliding in and out combined with her anticipation of how she knew he was able to make her feel had her cumming in a few short minutes. He’d held her from behind, his lips dropping soft kisses on the back of her neck.
She’d giggled at his apology. There was no need to be sorry. She’d wanted it just as much as him.
If pretending she wasn’t interested in him prior to this had been hard, it was now nearly impossible. She’d caught more than one of Christopher’s men eyeing them.
Maybe it was her overactive imagination, but she was sure everyone knew.
Her thoughts wandered back to the hay loft and her fingers traveled down to the heat that was rising between her legs.
The breeze had blown into the barn and she was sure he’d caught her scent. His nostrils had flared, his light blue eyes locking on hers. No words had been spoken. One moment they were staring at each other, the next, they were in the loft. His fingers had made quick work of the laces on both of their pants. He’d pushed into her with a sigh that had her moaning. He was perfect. It was almost as though they’d been doing this every day for years.
She thought of how his thighs had felt on the backs of hers, how his hands had gripped her hips and pulled her back to penetrate her deeper still.
Her fingers pushed on her sweet spot and she clenched her teeth, desperate to stay quiet as she exploded in her memory and in her room.
She lay like a puddle of jelly in her bed, her breathing settling back to normal. By the moons, what was happening to her? She’d lost her mind, to be sure. She’d lost her bloody mind.