Jacob's Trial [Forbidden Legacy 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) Read Online Free PDF Page A

doing something right.” Her hips arched, one leg sliding behind his to let her grind upward, stroking the length of his cock against the wet lips of her pussy. The fabric of his pants rasped against her, but he eased the pressure, preventing her from grinding her clit to him.
    “Now who’s cheating?” He bit down on the hard point of her nipple. Her sudden inhale coupled with the easing grip of her thighs satisfied his point. “You don’t want to learn defense, but you have the ability within you to harness the magic to block others and to shield. Conversely.” He soothed the reddening nipple with whispers of breath and gentle licks of the tongue, stoking the fires she fought to bank. “You have the ability to remove barriers, to strip away that which blocks you.”
    “You mean like whisking my clothes away?”
    Helcyon applauded the quiet control firming her voice. Cassandra learned faster than any other student he’d taught. He adored the swift connections her mind leapt to make, the speed at which she adapted to the mercurial world they were immersed in. In over a thousand years, such swift changes always accompanied chaos, pain, and death.
    Not with Cassandra.
    Not while breath filled his body.
    “Exactly.” He released her, peeling himself away from the warm softness of her body, and urged her toward the pillows. Unabashed about her nudity, she shifted until her head lay against the pillows. Helcyon admired the lean length of her body, the roundness of her full breasts, the flat tummy that tapered down to round hips.
    Child-bearing hips. The thought stiffened him painfully, and he pushed it away. The longing for a child was the burden of all Fae. Filling Cassandra’s womb with his child was a dream he forced from his mind. They would have time to explore that, but she had to learn first. If she failed to learn, if her inexperience and instincts cost her life…
    Avert. The untenable thought would not be allowed purchase in his mind. He reached into the chest at the end of the bed and drew out two silken ropes. He’d brought little with him to the fortress he and the Wizard built on the mountainside. Cassandra couldn’t believe their good fortune in finding the perfect manse available for purchase and it took some explaining to describe how they’d only secured the deed for the land from the humans. They’d combined their magic to carve her palace from stone, earth, and forest, blending seamlessly into the landscape where no road would reach. They imbued every brick, stone, and plank of wood with the magic she’d filled them with, the magic she’d pulled from both of them, redoubled, and returned.
    It was constructed of Wizard, Fae, and Cassandra.
    Rolling his head around, the tension in his neck popped. Cassandra shifted one knee upward, allowing him the beautiful sight of her sweet, damp, pink nether lips. Her mouth curved. The she-wench knew exactly what she was doing, and he allowed the amusement to filter into his expression.
    Her gaze dipped to the silken ropes in his hands. “What are those for?”
    “Control.” He circled the bed, drawing the ties across his palms. “Put your hands up to the headboard.”
    Her teeth dragged against her lower lip. He hardened at the action. His cock jerked as he recalled the feeling of her mouth wrapping around him, pulling him deep into her throat, and the greedy way she swallowed every drop of seed. Exhaling slowly, he reasserted his control. Her lip biting was her tell. He always knew that her mind worked through the possibilities when she worried that soft, lush lower lip.
    He waited, drinking in the shift of her hips and the roll of her bottom against the bed. Excitement beat in her pulse, flooding her body with the fire he longed to bury himself into, stoking that furnace until it consumed them both. But she needed control, and here, in this bedroom, she would learn how to take that power by submitting to the need for it.
    Lips pursing, Cassandra raised