Flame and Sparrow (Flame and Sparrow Duology Book 1)

by S.M. Gaither

His touches soon grew rougher. Wilder. I lifted my hips again, pressing my still-throbbing center against him, and with a roar of pleasure he followed my release with his own, painting my bare chest and stomach in hot, glistening threads of white.

I stumbled to my feet, brandishing Hydrus in one hand and unleashing my claws on the other.

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I followed the scent and found Dravyn, as expected. He was reclining in a chair near a short, vine-wrapped wall with his head tipped back and his eyes closed. He looked exhausted. I thought he might have been on the verge of sleep, but as I approached, I saw a corner of his mouth edge upward. Still aware of me. Still happy to see me, despite all the sharp words and arguments we’d exchanged over the past week. “Hello, Sparrow.” “Hello.”

Idek this chic’s name bc it’s been mentioned like 4 times…like actually what is her name?

“We can go anywhere you like.” Not anywhere, I thought, holding in a sigh. Because the place I’d like to go doesn’t exist. A place where the wars between our kind had never happened, where we were all equal, where both our siblings were still alive… It didn’t exist, but we walked hand-in-hand as if on our way to it just the same.

“Are all the gods such show-offs?” I asked with a wry grin. “Yes,” he said. “But I’m one of the worst.”

“I’ve missed you these past days. I’ve worried about you every damn second. Everything around us feels like it’s moving toward chaos, and I should be focused on keeping order and solving problems, but for some reason all I can think about most of the time is you. It’s maddening.” His grip in my hair tightened, sending a bite of pain and a tremble of pleasure through my scalp. “So fucking maddening.”

“I need to know…do you still think it would be a disaster for me to fill you completely? To feel me dripping out of you?” My toes curled at the reminder of our conversation from days ago—and what had preceded it. “Maybe,” I managed to gasp as his fingers curled inside me. “But it’s a disaster I’m confident I’d survive.”

“I’ll try to be gentle,” he promised, nipping at the edge of my ear, “even though every part of me wants to show you what it feels like to be truly fucked by a god.”

“Onto your knees for me, Little Sparrow.” His hands cupped my bottom, providing me with balance as I obeyed and sank lower, positioning my knees on either side of his.

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The other hand took its time traveling up the length of my body, fingers pinching the swollen peak of a breast before continuing upward, lightly wrapping around my throat. Then he leaned back, bending just slightly at the waist, so his hips lifted and he penetrated even deeper. I felt my control slipping, my muscles going rigid. His name became a cry rather than a gasp, and his grip on me tightened as he leaned up to kiss me, letting his lips linger against mine as he asked, “Are you going to come for me, Wildfire?”

I started to lean backwards, fingers clutching for ground, for balance, but he forced me back upright. “Arms around my neck and eyes on me, Wildfire.”

“So you’re stuck with me until the end, it seems.” “There are worse fates, I’m sure.”

“Well, you’ve managed it,” she told me with a wry grin. “Managed what?” “To burn so brightly the gods could not ignore you.” I returned her grin despite the pit in my stomach. “For better or worse,” I said.

“Unpredictable,” he mused. “Like a wildfire,” I finished. “A more fitting nickname than Sparrow, I’m beginning to think.”

“There isn’t an easy, direct translation into any other language…because it’s more like an idea. A feeling. We have a story in my old kingdom, that when the one you’re meant to be with enters the world, they steal a part of your soul with their first breath. “And you exist, missing that part, until they find you and breathe it back into you. Miran-achth refers to the breath—the part that is missing. You can survive without it. Plenty do. But to have the missing piece is to breathe easier, more deeply. The first time the term left my lips, I wasn’t thinking of that story, really; I was only thinking of how relieved I was to have you back with me. How you had survived the trial, so I could inhale again.”

Soon the only dampness that remained was what was pooling between my legs; he drank of that too before straightening, planting an arm on either side of me on the countertop and leaning in to brush another kiss to my lips. “Thirsty, are we?” I teased as he pulled away. He smirked. “It turns out spending days away from you has a dehydrating effect on me.”

cringe…

And then his whispered command against my ear: “Arch your back for me again, love.”

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I no longer wanted to go slow. I guided his hand to the warmth between my legs and held it there while I rocked against him with increasing speed and pressure. His lips curved into a smile against my skin, and in between kisses and nips at my neck he murmured, “Do you have any idea how beautiful you look right now, fucking me like that?”

“A truth for a truth?” I suggested. He smiled at the familiar words. “Okay.” I took a deep breath and whispered, “I love you.” He went very still in my grip. I let go of him, clutching a fist to my pounding, exposed and vulnerable heart. “And you…” He caught my hand, brought it up to his lips, and answered before I even had an instant to doubt it. “Yes,” he whispered back, brushing a kiss across my knuckles, his eyes never leaving mine. “And there is the missing piece.”

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