The Mist Thief (The Ever Seas, #3)

by L.J. Andrews

“Jonas.” Skadi breathed against my lips. “Fire?” “I don’t want you to have another lover.” Did she still believe such a thing? “Woman, I have no one⁠—” “I meant this.” She pressed a kiss to my palm, smirking. “You said it would be your only lover until I gave the word.” Skadi took my hand, placing it under the hem of her gown on the heat of her bare thigh. I let out a rough breath when she guided my hand higher and higher, toward her center. She dragged her teeth along my ear, drawing the lobe between her lips for a breath, then whispered, “I’m giving the word.”

When he pulled away, Jonas kept his hand over my entrance, and whispered, “Don’t lose a drop yet. I want to be dripping from you into tomorrow, Wife.”