Whispers of Yesterday - Chapter Fourteen
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dracoqueen22a/n: I hope you enjoy this chapter. It's past time that I updated. ^_^
Title: Whispers of Yesterday
Series: Infinity's End, Book Two
Warnings: smut, het smut, hints to slashy goodness, violence, language
Description: Now firmly entrenched in the Theravada -- and firmly involved with Gale as well -- Ione discovers the hidden sides of both Grayshire and Theravada. She questions her own decisions -- and her feelings -- as the war takes on a more murderous, personal turn for the worst.
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Chapter Fourteen
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In the hallway, Gale had an uncharacteristic urge to shake off tension, as though it were something physical to be discarded. There was a pressure in his chest, a tightness in his shoulders that just wouldn’t go away. He wondered if he could convince Ione to abandon her books and join him for a spar.
A small chuckle escaped him. Ione was always up for a spar. She’d probably drop whatever she was reading in a heartbeat.
“Azriel was upset,” Quetz commented quietly.
“Kieran and Lady Neorah will take care of him,” Gale said.
Quetz stirred, shifting around until her head rested on his shoulder, staring out like a parakeet. “Does he dissslike his father?”
“More like he loathes the man with every inch of his being,” Gale corrected, and tried not to wince. Azriel had always spoken little about himself, full of glowing praise for his mother and barely a word about his father. But what words he had spoken about Asher Celestine weren’t positive.
Coward, came to mind. As did prideful bastard. And none of the hatred was for Azriel’s own sake, but for Neorah’s, whom Azriel had always considered abandoned by Asher. Quite the mother complex he had. It was something Gale himself couldn’t understand. His upbringing had been strict and complicated and yes, perhaps a little lonely, but he had loved his parents, both of them. He knew they loved him in return.
“That’s so sssad,” Quetz murmured.
“I agree,” Gale said, and dragged a finger over the crest of her head, a gentle touch that had Quetz been a cat, would have made her purr.
The library came into view, tucked away into a distant corner as though determined that only the most dedicated find it. Gale strongly suspected that was why Ishmael liked it. He was always keen on hiding himself from everyone, most notably Grayson who liked to challenge Ishmael to a spar on numerous occasions despite the fact he’d never won against the brat.
It was silent inside, as it usually was, the air still and flavored with dust. It always smelled of mildew and old books and considering that a good many of the texts were rescued from forgotten cellars or basements or hidden closets, Gale wasn’t surprised.
Unsure where Ione was, since she could be found reading a variety of materials, Gale wandered the rows of shelves and books. The lighting in here was inappropriately dim. Kieran hadn’t gotten around to installing those white lights of his yet.
A hand appeared out of the darkness, snatching his sleeve and tugging him between two bookshelves. Gale stumbled at the abrupt motion, nearly tripping over his own feet.
“What…?”
“Shh, it’s just me,” Ione said mischievously and kept on pulling, dragging him deeper into the library. “If you get too noisy, Ishmael gets this sour look on his face.”
“Doesn’t he always have that sour look?”
She chuckled. “Well, yeah. But that’s not the point. Come on, there’s something I want to show you.”
Gale’s eyebrows lifted. He doubted there was anything in here that he hadn’t seen before but he wasn’t going to protest Ione eagerly dragging him anywhere either.
“What is it?”
“You’ll see.”
From the depths of Gale’s tunic, he heard a raspy chuckle. For some reason, Quetz was quite amused.
Ione paused, cocking her head to the side. “Quetz, darling, this is a sight not meant for a snake’s eyes.”
“I figured as much,” Quetz answered with another hissing laugh. “Gale, put me on this shelf here. I’ll be fine. Just don’t forget about me.”
Though confused, and wondering what sort of mental communication was going on between two of his ladies, Gale did as commanded. He’d already learned it was much better to obey then question and be treated to a cold shoulder.
He lifted Quetz from around his neck and set her on a shelf amid stacks of books. “Ooo, a collection of poetry!” he heard the snake exclaim before Ione gave another sharp tug and once again, they were off.
“Do snakes even have eyes?” Ione wondered aloud as they turned one corner, skirted around a set of shelves, and turned again. It was darker in this portion of the library, a bit dustier and more secluded. The unpopular texts were kept here.
“I don’t know. Why can Aponi bite you without a mouth?”
“Ahh, good point.” Ione said, and paused thoughtfully. “She’s been rather absent lately. Spends all her time with Manah.” She faked a sniffle of abandonment. “I’d feel lonely but mostly, my ears are rather relieved.”
Gale laughed, softly though. If there was anyone who could chase away the melancholy it was Ione. She lived in a permanently vivacious world, where she lived, and tried not to regret, and embraced life as it was supposed to be. Gale admired that in her. It wasn’t rose-tinted by any means, and Ione wasn’t blind to the war or the deaths or all the negativities. But she’d learned to reconcile the two opposing forces.
“I’ll bet. So where are we going?”
Ione halted mid-motion, nearly making Gale trip on himself again, and looked all around them. Not that here was much to see. Two sets of shelves corralled them in a narrow corridor. Where they had entered, it was open, leading to another hallway of shelves, and just beyond them, was a wall with a narrow space to turn into another aisle.
The library could really use some organization.
“This is good,” she said.
Gale blinked. “There’s nothing here,” he countered, and looked pointedly at the bindings of the texts on the shelves. “I’ve seen all these books before--”
Arms wound around his neck and suddenly, Ione was kissing him, pressing their bodies together in a very wonderful way. Gale’s eyebrows sought to mate with his hairline as his mouth opened under her assault, her tongue slipping past his lips and tangling defiantly with his own. He responded how any red-blooded male would, curling his arms around Ione’s waist and dragging her against him, until he could feel the heat of her body.
She grinned into the kiss, nipping at his lips with her teeth. “Gale, it’s time I introduced you to a little thing some of us call kink.” One hand slid from around his neck, reaching behind him to squeeze his buttocks.
Gale’s eyes widened and he swore he could feel his cheeks burn. “Here?”
“Where else?” Ione said cheekily, and rocked her hips against his, where Gale was already responding, growing within the confines of his clothes.
“B-but we’re in public!”
“That’s why it’s called a kink,” Ione said and nosed her way across his throat and to his ear, tugging on the lobe with her teeth. “Remember what I said in the baths.”
With the way she was working his ear, knowing how sensitive it was there, Gale was having a hard time recalling the past. “Uh… it’s not public unless someone else is there.”
“Precisely.” Ione grinned, and her other hand dropped wickedly to the front of his robes, palm grinding a wonderful pressure against his rising arousal. “So be quiet. Unless you actually want a witness in which case we might need a change of venue.”
Gale knew it for sure this time. His ears were burning, his face was burning, and at any moment, he was going to explode. “Ione!”
She laughed softly, as always amused by his reactions. “Come on, Gale. It’ll be fun,” Ione insisted, her fingers working him expertly, stroking him through the fabric. Her breath was hot and wet on his throat. “Just think about it. Doing this while knowing Ishmael’s on the other side. He could come over here at any time. Ne?”
Gale’s stomach did a flipflop, but strangely, not in a bad way. A thrill shot through him, and he realized that yes, it was kind of arousing. He couldn’t be sure if it was the situation or Ione’s boldness or the fact that she was touching him in all the right ways. But he had to admit he liked it and – wait a minute. Ishmael?
“… Ishmael?”
She rolled her eyes, both hands moving to his waist where she quickly undid his sash and dove into his pants, curling hot fingers around his length. “Oh relax. He never comes over here. These books don’t interest him.” Ione expertly stroked him, making Gale swallow thickly. “But he has been known to investigate strange noises.”
She abruptly dropped to her knees, looking up at him with mischievous amber eyes as her lips hovered inches from his cock. “So you have to be quiet.”
Gale wasn’t given the chance to protest before she took him into her mouth, her lips a delicious warm and wet pressure on his length. A sound like a whine rose up in him, and died in the back of his throat as Gale swallowed it down. He sagged back against the bookcases as her tongue stroked him, and he gripped her shoulder, overcome with sensation. Ione was right. It did seem hotter doing it here, trying to clamp down on the noises he knew he made. His eyes kept darting to the other end of the corridor, where anyone could pass by. And if they happened to look in, they would see quite the sight.
No wonder she had asked Quetz to slip off.
Ione sucked him into her mouth, cheeks hollowing as she applied a delicious pressure. Her tongue curled around his shaft, tracing the length of him, lapping at the sensitive head. Her fingers were a tight coil around the base of his cock, as she wetted him with her tongue. Gale’s hips started an unconscious motion, thrusting into the tunnel of her mouth.
She pulled back, pointedly licking her lips. “Still protesting?” Ione asked, lips red and slick, eyes bright with arousal. For him.
“No,” Gale growled low in his throat, encouraging her to rise by a firm grip on her shoulder. “But I can’t wait any more,” he said and Ione grinned as he spun her toward the bookcase, her hand grabbing a shelf for balance.
She reached down, hastily undoing the strings. “By Diana, I love it when you get aggressive on me,” she huffed, and he tugged her pants down, to reveal the curve of her buttocks.
Ione leaned forward and Gale’s mouth went dry as he placed one hand on her hip, sliding his cock into the warm hollow of her thighs. He could feel dampness against his length, and he swallowed thickly.
“You’re so wet,” he whispered.
She looked at him over his shoulder, eyes smoldering. “Why wouldn’t I be?” she said, and her fingers tightened on the book shelf. “This is hot.”
Gale had to admit, she was right. He lowered a hand, guiding himself to slide inside of her. Ione made a noise, a moan, and then buried her face in her forearm, muffling the sound. The sight of it was incredibly arousing and Gale licked his lips, thrusting into her wet folds. Tight, wet heat instantly surrounded him and Gale’s breath left him in a heavy pant. It took all he had not to groan embarrassingly loud. She felt so good.
Heart thudding in his chest, Gale cast a worried glance toward the corridor opening, but saw nothing and nobody. Their actions hadn’t garnered any attention. Yet.
“Do it fast,” Ione whispered, her own breathing heavy, her eyes bright with desire as she looked at him again. “Do it hard, Gale.”
How could he deny such a demand?
“I don’t think I could manage slow and sensual anyway,” Gale gasped, and pulled out, only to thrust into her, a hard enough shove that she rocked forward.
They both made embarrassing sounds of pleasure, but Gale forced himself to ignore the noise. It was sexy, the sounds echoing loudly in the stillness around them, sounding louder than they actually were.
Gale’s hands flexed on Ione’s hips as he pushed into her, again and again, watching himself disappear inside of her. The curve of her ass visible even in the dim light, beautiful and sexy. Her fingers gripped the shelf and she pushed back eagerly, meeting each one of his quick thrusts with no hesitation.
Gale’s pulse was thundering loudly in his ears, sweat gathering on his brow, pooling between his shoulderblades. It was strangely erotic, to feel the weight of his clothes, but know that he was inside Ione. To know that all they’d done was remove enough clothes to reveal the important bits, that they’d wanted each other so much location hadn’t mattered. That Ione had wanted him this much.
He licked his lips, chewing on them to conceal his cries. Small whimpering noises echoed from Ione’s throats, her words muffled by her forearm. She, too, was sweating. Gale could see it gathering on her lower back, watched it bead up over her darker skin. He wanted to lick it, but couldn’t quite reach it in this position. Ah, another time then.
Gale watched, with avid eyes, as Ione released the case with one of her hands, placing her fingers to her lips. Need twisted inside of Gale at the sight, as she laved her fingers with her tongue, and then worked her moistened fingers downward. He knew she had to be touching herself, working her own body with her fingers. He could feel her fingers occasionally brushing his cock as she rubbed over herself, making her tighten and ripple around him.
Gale had no illusions of being able to hold out. And with that kind of display, how could he? The heat lanced through his entire body, snapping first in his gut and then exploding outward from there. He gritted his teeth, nearly bit his tongue as he came, slamming his hips against hers as pleasure reverberated through him. His body tingled, his legs wobbled, and Gale’s fingers clenched on her hips.
He panted, struggling to draw a breath, as it seemed to go on forever, sparking through all his limbs. Damn, but it felt good.
Gale nearly collapsed on Ione’s back, exhausted and spent, but he could still feel her around him. Hot and wet, unfulfilled, as her hands worked on herself. Gale couldn’t have that, not after she introduced him to something so damn sexy.
Gale curled both arms around Ione’s waist, encouraging her to stand up. One hand dove into Ione’s pants, until his fingers could join hers, rubbing over her clit. The other cupped her chin, turning her head to face his, so that their lips could meet. She moaned into his mouth as Gale kissed her, sucking on her tongue, as he soaked his fingers in her juices, stroking her as she’d taught him. Her free hand clamped down on his arm, as though demanding he keep touching her, refusing to allow him to stop. Her body rocked against his hand, riding the touch of his fingers.
Like Gale, it didn’t take long before Ione’s body shook in his hold, as her climax washed over her. She broke away from his mouth with a gasp, free hand clenching on his arm tightly. Gale loved the feel of her body shaking against his, and he touched her gently, enough to prolong the pleasure, and stopping before the sensation became uncomfortable.
Grinning, Ione kissed him again, a lingering touch of their tongues, before she drew away. “You know, I half-expected to get caught, considering how often we’re interrupted in the bedroom.”
Gale chuckled. “Ironic, isn’t it?” he asked, voice a bit raspy for biting down his cries. Nestled against her buttocks, Gale could feel his arousal lingering, and admittedly, he wouldn’t mind another taste. Sparring was well and good, but sex with Ione was even better.
“Very,” she said, and rubbed her nose against his cheek before drawing out of his arms. “To continue this somewhere else then?” She asked, turning to face him as her hands fell to her pants, drawing them up and over her ass.
The motion reminded Gale that he, too, needed to get redressed. “I was going to ask for a spar but yes, I think your idea is better.” He tucked himself away, marveling at how easy it was to return to mostly ordered state.
Part of him felt so dirty and depraved, but exhilarated as well.
Ione laughed, and swiped a hand over her face, gathering the sweat on her brow. “Though maybe a bath is in order first.”
“You don’t hear me complaining.”
A flush rode high on Ione’s cheek, making her eyes look bright and alive. “Then let’s retrieve your snake and get on our way.”
Gale paused. “You know, I’m pretty sure Sabriel would be able to make a joke out of that, but you’re stuck with me.”
Laughing again, Ione led him from out of their secluded corner, seeming to know exactly here to go. Gale wondered how she could walk so smoothly. Part of his legs still felt like jelly, adrenaline riding high in his body. He was probably stumbling around like a drunken moron.
“Did you make him a man?” Quetz asked as they approached, her voice far too eager and mischievous.
Gale’s face burned. “Do you make it your duty to embarrass me?” he demanded, holding out a hand so she could wind up his arm and return to her usual, preferred position.
“That’s just a pleasant perk of our relationship!” Quetz returned cheerfully. “You smell like Ione.”
“That’s a good thing,” Ione replied, turning through several twisting and confusing corridors of bookshelves. “I have to mark my territory somehow.”
“I really don’t think you have to worry about competition,” Gale said thoughtfully.
Ione turned to stare at him, blinking as her gaze focused on Quetz. “Is he serious?”
“Quite,” Quetz answered with a firm nod, and nudged Gale’s chin with her snout. “My dear is a bit oblivious to the effect he has on women.”
“That’s because there is no effect,” Gale retorted.
Ione’s brows rose. “Wow, he is serious.”
Rolling his eyes, Gale tucked Quetz’s head back into the confines of his tunic. “Okay, you two, enough teasing. Don’t you ever get tired of it?”
“No, but that’s not the point.” Ione grinned, raking her eyes over his body from head to toe. “You’re one pretty package, Gale. And you’re even good at sex now.”
It took Gale several moments for the words to sink in, and when they did, he almost tripped over his own feet.
What?
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a/n: Ooo, boy. I updated the wrong chapter at first. So anyone who might have read it and got confused... my bad.
I still haven't acquired an editor for this so feel free to point out any grammatical errors. Feedback is very, very welcome. I'd love to know what you liked (or even hated). Thanks for reading!
Title: Whispers of Yesterday
Series: Infinity's End, Book Two
Warnings: smut, het smut, hints to slashy goodness, violence, language
Description: Now firmly entrenched in the Theravada -- and firmly involved with Gale as well -- Ione discovers the hidden sides of both Grayshire and Theravada. She questions her own decisions -- and her feelings -- as the war takes on a more murderous, personal turn for the worst.
Chapter Fourteen
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In the hallway, Gale had an uncharacteristic urge to shake off tension, as though it were something physical to be discarded. There was a pressure in his chest, a tightness in his shoulders that just wouldn’t go away. He wondered if he could convince Ione to abandon her books and join him for a spar.
A small chuckle escaped him. Ione was always up for a spar. She’d probably drop whatever she was reading in a heartbeat.
“Azriel was upset,” Quetz commented quietly.
“Kieran and Lady Neorah will take care of him,” Gale said.
Quetz stirred, shifting around until her head rested on his shoulder, staring out like a parakeet. “Does he dissslike his father?”
“More like he loathes the man with every inch of his being,” Gale corrected, and tried not to wince. Azriel had always spoken little about himself, full of glowing praise for his mother and barely a word about his father. But what words he had spoken about Asher Celestine weren’t positive.
Coward, came to mind. As did prideful bastard. And none of the hatred was for Azriel’s own sake, but for Neorah’s, whom Azriel had always considered abandoned by Asher. Quite the mother complex he had. It was something Gale himself couldn’t understand. His upbringing had been strict and complicated and yes, perhaps a little lonely, but he had loved his parents, both of them. He knew they loved him in return.
“That’s so sssad,” Quetz murmured.
“I agree,” Gale said, and dragged a finger over the crest of her head, a gentle touch that had Quetz been a cat, would have made her purr.
The library came into view, tucked away into a distant corner as though determined that only the most dedicated find it. Gale strongly suspected that was why Ishmael liked it. He was always keen on hiding himself from everyone, most notably Grayson who liked to challenge Ishmael to a spar on numerous occasions despite the fact he’d never won against the brat.
It was silent inside, as it usually was, the air still and flavored with dust. It always smelled of mildew and old books and considering that a good many of the texts were rescued from forgotten cellars or basements or hidden closets, Gale wasn’t surprised.
Unsure where Ione was, since she could be found reading a variety of materials, Gale wandered the rows of shelves and books. The lighting in here was inappropriately dim. Kieran hadn’t gotten around to installing those white lights of his yet.
A hand appeared out of the darkness, snatching his sleeve and tugging him between two bookshelves. Gale stumbled at the abrupt motion, nearly tripping over his own feet.
“What…?”
“Shh, it’s just me,” Ione said mischievously and kept on pulling, dragging him deeper into the library. “If you get too noisy, Ishmael gets this sour look on his face.”
“Doesn’t he always have that sour look?”
She chuckled. “Well, yeah. But that’s not the point. Come on, there’s something I want to show you.”
Gale’s eyebrows lifted. He doubted there was anything in here that he hadn’t seen before but he wasn’t going to protest Ione eagerly dragging him anywhere either.
“What is it?”
“You’ll see.”
From the depths of Gale’s tunic, he heard a raspy chuckle. For some reason, Quetz was quite amused.
Ione paused, cocking her head to the side. “Quetz, darling, this is a sight not meant for a snake’s eyes.”
“I figured as much,” Quetz answered with another hissing laugh. “Gale, put me on this shelf here. I’ll be fine. Just don’t forget about me.”
Though confused, and wondering what sort of mental communication was going on between two of his ladies, Gale did as commanded. He’d already learned it was much better to obey then question and be treated to a cold shoulder.
He lifted Quetz from around his neck and set her on a shelf amid stacks of books. “Ooo, a collection of poetry!” he heard the snake exclaim before Ione gave another sharp tug and once again, they were off.
“Do snakes even have eyes?” Ione wondered aloud as they turned one corner, skirted around a set of shelves, and turned again. It was darker in this portion of the library, a bit dustier and more secluded. The unpopular texts were kept here.
“I don’t know. Why can Aponi bite you without a mouth?”
“Ahh, good point.” Ione said, and paused thoughtfully. “She’s been rather absent lately. Spends all her time with Manah.” She faked a sniffle of abandonment. “I’d feel lonely but mostly, my ears are rather relieved.”
Gale laughed, softly though. If there was anyone who could chase away the melancholy it was Ione. She lived in a permanently vivacious world, where she lived, and tried not to regret, and embraced life as it was supposed to be. Gale admired that in her. It wasn’t rose-tinted by any means, and Ione wasn’t blind to the war or the deaths or all the negativities. But she’d learned to reconcile the two opposing forces.
“I’ll bet. So where are we going?”
Ione halted mid-motion, nearly making Gale trip on himself again, and looked all around them. Not that here was much to see. Two sets of shelves corralled them in a narrow corridor. Where they had entered, it was open, leading to another hallway of shelves, and just beyond them, was a wall with a narrow space to turn into another aisle.
The library could really use some organization.
“This is good,” she said.
Gale blinked. “There’s nothing here,” he countered, and looked pointedly at the bindings of the texts on the shelves. “I’ve seen all these books before--”
Arms wound around his neck and suddenly, Ione was kissing him, pressing their bodies together in a very wonderful way. Gale’s eyebrows sought to mate with his hairline as his mouth opened under her assault, her tongue slipping past his lips and tangling defiantly with his own. He responded how any red-blooded male would, curling his arms around Ione’s waist and dragging her against him, until he could feel the heat of her body.
She grinned into the kiss, nipping at his lips with her teeth. “Gale, it’s time I introduced you to a little thing some of us call kink.” One hand slid from around his neck, reaching behind him to squeeze his buttocks.
Gale’s eyes widened and he swore he could feel his cheeks burn. “Here?”
“Where else?” Ione said cheekily, and rocked her hips against his, where Gale was already responding, growing within the confines of his clothes.
“B-but we’re in public!”
“That’s why it’s called a kink,” Ione said and nosed her way across his throat and to his ear, tugging on the lobe with her teeth. “Remember what I said in the baths.”
With the way she was working his ear, knowing how sensitive it was there, Gale was having a hard time recalling the past. “Uh… it’s not public unless someone else is there.”
“Precisely.” Ione grinned, and her other hand dropped wickedly to the front of his robes, palm grinding a wonderful pressure against his rising arousal. “So be quiet. Unless you actually want a witness in which case we might need a change of venue.”
Gale knew it for sure this time. His ears were burning, his face was burning, and at any moment, he was going to explode. “Ione!”
She laughed softly, as always amused by his reactions. “Come on, Gale. It’ll be fun,” Ione insisted, her fingers working him expertly, stroking him through the fabric. Her breath was hot and wet on his throat. “Just think about it. Doing this while knowing Ishmael’s on the other side. He could come over here at any time. Ne?”
Gale’s stomach did a flipflop, but strangely, not in a bad way. A thrill shot through him, and he realized that yes, it was kind of arousing. He couldn’t be sure if it was the situation or Ione’s boldness or the fact that she was touching him in all the right ways. But he had to admit he liked it and – wait a minute. Ishmael?
“… Ishmael?”
She rolled her eyes, both hands moving to his waist where she quickly undid his sash and dove into his pants, curling hot fingers around his length. “Oh relax. He never comes over here. These books don’t interest him.” Ione expertly stroked him, making Gale swallow thickly. “But he has been known to investigate strange noises.”
She abruptly dropped to her knees, looking up at him with mischievous amber eyes as her lips hovered inches from his cock. “So you have to be quiet.”
Gale wasn’t given the chance to protest before she took him into her mouth, her lips a delicious warm and wet pressure on his length. A sound like a whine rose up in him, and died in the back of his throat as Gale swallowed it down. He sagged back against the bookcases as her tongue stroked him, and he gripped her shoulder, overcome with sensation. Ione was right. It did seem hotter doing it here, trying to clamp down on the noises he knew he made. His eyes kept darting to the other end of the corridor, where anyone could pass by. And if they happened to look in, they would see quite the sight.
No wonder she had asked Quetz to slip off.
Ione sucked him into her mouth, cheeks hollowing as she applied a delicious pressure. Her tongue curled around his shaft, tracing the length of him, lapping at the sensitive head. Her fingers were a tight coil around the base of his cock, as she wetted him with her tongue. Gale’s hips started an unconscious motion, thrusting into the tunnel of her mouth.
She pulled back, pointedly licking her lips. “Still protesting?” Ione asked, lips red and slick, eyes bright with arousal. For him.
“No,” Gale growled low in his throat, encouraging her to rise by a firm grip on her shoulder. “But I can’t wait any more,” he said and Ione grinned as he spun her toward the bookcase, her hand grabbing a shelf for balance.
She reached down, hastily undoing the strings. “By Diana, I love it when you get aggressive on me,” she huffed, and he tugged her pants down, to reveal the curve of her buttocks.
Ione leaned forward and Gale’s mouth went dry as he placed one hand on her hip, sliding his cock into the warm hollow of her thighs. He could feel dampness against his length, and he swallowed thickly.
“You’re so wet,” he whispered.
She looked at him over his shoulder, eyes smoldering. “Why wouldn’t I be?” she said, and her fingers tightened on the book shelf. “This is hot.”
Gale had to admit, she was right. He lowered a hand, guiding himself to slide inside of her. Ione made a noise, a moan, and then buried her face in her forearm, muffling the sound. The sight of it was incredibly arousing and Gale licked his lips, thrusting into her wet folds. Tight, wet heat instantly surrounded him and Gale’s breath left him in a heavy pant. It took all he had not to groan embarrassingly loud. She felt so good.
Heart thudding in his chest, Gale cast a worried glance toward the corridor opening, but saw nothing and nobody. Their actions hadn’t garnered any attention. Yet.
“Do it fast,” Ione whispered, her own breathing heavy, her eyes bright with desire as she looked at him again. “Do it hard, Gale.”
How could he deny such a demand?
“I don’t think I could manage slow and sensual anyway,” Gale gasped, and pulled out, only to thrust into her, a hard enough shove that she rocked forward.
They both made embarrassing sounds of pleasure, but Gale forced himself to ignore the noise. It was sexy, the sounds echoing loudly in the stillness around them, sounding louder than they actually were.
Gale’s hands flexed on Ione’s hips as he pushed into her, again and again, watching himself disappear inside of her. The curve of her ass visible even in the dim light, beautiful and sexy. Her fingers gripped the shelf and she pushed back eagerly, meeting each one of his quick thrusts with no hesitation.
Gale’s pulse was thundering loudly in his ears, sweat gathering on his brow, pooling between his shoulderblades. It was strangely erotic, to feel the weight of his clothes, but know that he was inside Ione. To know that all they’d done was remove enough clothes to reveal the important bits, that they’d wanted each other so much location hadn’t mattered. That Ione had wanted him this much.
He licked his lips, chewing on them to conceal his cries. Small whimpering noises echoed from Ione’s throats, her words muffled by her forearm. She, too, was sweating. Gale could see it gathering on her lower back, watched it bead up over her darker skin. He wanted to lick it, but couldn’t quite reach it in this position. Ah, another time then.
Gale watched, with avid eyes, as Ione released the case with one of her hands, placing her fingers to her lips. Need twisted inside of Gale at the sight, as she laved her fingers with her tongue, and then worked her moistened fingers downward. He knew she had to be touching herself, working her own body with her fingers. He could feel her fingers occasionally brushing his cock as she rubbed over herself, making her tighten and ripple around him.
Gale had no illusions of being able to hold out. And with that kind of display, how could he? The heat lanced through his entire body, snapping first in his gut and then exploding outward from there. He gritted his teeth, nearly bit his tongue as he came, slamming his hips against hers as pleasure reverberated through him. His body tingled, his legs wobbled, and Gale’s fingers clenched on her hips.
He panted, struggling to draw a breath, as it seemed to go on forever, sparking through all his limbs. Damn, but it felt good.
Gale nearly collapsed on Ione’s back, exhausted and spent, but he could still feel her around him. Hot and wet, unfulfilled, as her hands worked on herself. Gale couldn’t have that, not after she introduced him to something so damn sexy.
Gale curled both arms around Ione’s waist, encouraging her to stand up. One hand dove into Ione’s pants, until his fingers could join hers, rubbing over her clit. The other cupped her chin, turning her head to face his, so that their lips could meet. She moaned into his mouth as Gale kissed her, sucking on her tongue, as he soaked his fingers in her juices, stroking her as she’d taught him. Her free hand clamped down on his arm, as though demanding he keep touching her, refusing to allow him to stop. Her body rocked against his hand, riding the touch of his fingers.
Like Gale, it didn’t take long before Ione’s body shook in his hold, as her climax washed over her. She broke away from his mouth with a gasp, free hand clenching on his arm tightly. Gale loved the feel of her body shaking against his, and he touched her gently, enough to prolong the pleasure, and stopping before the sensation became uncomfortable.
Grinning, Ione kissed him again, a lingering touch of their tongues, before she drew away. “You know, I half-expected to get caught, considering how often we’re interrupted in the bedroom.”
Gale chuckled. “Ironic, isn’t it?” he asked, voice a bit raspy for biting down his cries. Nestled against her buttocks, Gale could feel his arousal lingering, and admittedly, he wouldn’t mind another taste. Sparring was well and good, but sex with Ione was even better.
“Very,” she said, and rubbed her nose against his cheek before drawing out of his arms. “To continue this somewhere else then?” She asked, turning to face him as her hands fell to her pants, drawing them up and over her ass.
The motion reminded Gale that he, too, needed to get redressed. “I was going to ask for a spar but yes, I think your idea is better.” He tucked himself away, marveling at how easy it was to return to mostly ordered state.
Part of him felt so dirty and depraved, but exhilarated as well.
Ione laughed, and swiped a hand over her face, gathering the sweat on her brow. “Though maybe a bath is in order first.”
“You don’t hear me complaining.”
A flush rode high on Ione’s cheek, making her eyes look bright and alive. “Then let’s retrieve your snake and get on our way.”
Gale paused. “You know, I’m pretty sure Sabriel would be able to make a joke out of that, but you’re stuck with me.”
Laughing again, Ione led him from out of their secluded corner, seeming to know exactly here to go. Gale wondered how she could walk so smoothly. Part of his legs still felt like jelly, adrenaline riding high in his body. He was probably stumbling around like a drunken moron.
“Did you make him a man?” Quetz asked as they approached, her voice far too eager and mischievous.
Gale’s face burned. “Do you make it your duty to embarrass me?” he demanded, holding out a hand so she could wind up his arm and return to her usual, preferred position.
“That’s just a pleasant perk of our relationship!” Quetz returned cheerfully. “You smell like Ione.”
“That’s a good thing,” Ione replied, turning through several twisting and confusing corridors of bookshelves. “I have to mark my territory somehow.”
“I really don’t think you have to worry about competition,” Gale said thoughtfully.
Ione turned to stare at him, blinking as her gaze focused on Quetz. “Is he serious?”
“Quite,” Quetz answered with a firm nod, and nudged Gale’s chin with her snout. “My dear is a bit oblivious to the effect he has on women.”
“That’s because there is no effect,” Gale retorted.
Ione’s brows rose. “Wow, he is serious.”
Rolling his eyes, Gale tucked Quetz’s head back into the confines of his tunic. “Okay, you two, enough teasing. Don’t you ever get tired of it?”
“No, but that’s not the point.” Ione grinned, raking her eyes over his body from head to toe. “You’re one pretty package, Gale. And you’re even good at sex now.”
It took Gale several moments for the words to sink in, and when they did, he almost tripped over his own feet.
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a/n: Ooo, boy. I updated the wrong chapter at first. So anyone who might have read it and got confused... my bad.
I still haven't acquired an editor for this so feel free to point out any grammatical errors. Feedback is very, very welcome. I'd love to know what you liked (or even hated). Thanks for reading!
