“You are a goddess,” she whispered, her hands roving down Lina’s curves.

Lina moaned and Bri’s hand dropped to Lina’s thigh, squeezing her warm flesh. Lina’s hips lifted, her belly meeting Bri’s as she shifted closer. Lina’s hand eagerly dipped into Bri’s trousers and Bri sucked in a sharp breath. Fingers glided over her core, and Bri pressed into Lina’s hand, a groan pulling from deep in her chest. Every circle of Lina’s fingers set Bri’s whole body aflame.

Bri’s hand on Lina’s thigh rose higher, dipping under her taunting leather skirt and pushing aside her undergarments. Bri’s fingers deftly found Lina’s wet center, spreading her liquid heat up and down. The backs of their hands pressed against each other and they ground their hips in unison, the breathy moans pushing Bri higher. She dipped her fingers inside Lina, making her gasp. Lina dropped her head forward, biting into Bri’s shoulder to stifle her moans as her finger circled Bri faster.

The panic of the day turned into lust-filled heat as Lina hungrily kissed Lina, her hips rocking, writhing, as Bri pumped her fingers into Lina’s wet core.

“Lina,” Bri panted, and Lina bit down on Bri’s shoulder to muffle her high-pitched moan.

The feeling of Lina’s teeth marking her skin sent Bri spiraling over the edge. Her bark of pleasure caught in her throat as her climax roared through her. Lina rode Bri’s fingers faster, pushing herself over that precipice as she bit down harder. Her core clenched around Bri’s fingers and she moaned into Bri’s skin, the sound stretching Bri’s orgasm out in rolling waves of pleasure.

Bri prayed her fae magic would never heal the bruise on her shoulder. She needed something to remember that this was real.

When the grips of her release finally waned, she dropped her sweaty brow onto Lina’s shoulder. She swallowed thickly as her chest heaved.

“Fuck,” she groaned. “I don’t ever want to let you go.”

“Let’s survive Murreneir first.” Lina’s fingers threaded through her hair in slow, massaging strokes, her other still resting in the waistband of Bri’s undershorts. “Then we’ll worry about what comes next.”

Bri nodded into Lina’s shoulder, wanting to laugh and cry all at once, but instead, she just held Lina and breathed.

Chapter 33

Chapter Thirty-Three

The rocking carriage jostled Bri awake and she groaned, burying her face further into Lina’s belly. Lina stroked her hands through Bri’s hair, murmuring something she couldn’t hear. Carys had insisted she ride with Lina to “protect” her . . . but she knew her friend must have heard their shared moment by the stream the night before.