Their hips met, rocking together, the skin of her fingertips sliding over his slick skin. She felt the hills and valleys of his toned muscles and resisted the urge to drive her nails into his back as another wave of pleasure rocked her core. Her insides squeezed him, muscles pulsing as if to draw him into her depths forever. His body answered hers, a final few thrusts that culminated in a shuddering sigh of release. His head was tilted back, eyes sliding closed like a contented cat until she leaned down to capture his lips in a tender, exhausted kiss. His bright eyes opened again, that smirk softened into something more gentle and vulnerable. She leaned over and touched his lips with a finger, trailed her fingertips along his jawline and twined fingers in his hair. This was it. She wasn't afraid anymore. He smiled at her, looking quizzical.
"I love you, Dicenne Amberlight. Hopelessly. If I'm just another foolish girl fallen in love then so be it. At least I can carry this feeling with me to the grave, and learn what it’s like to feel this way about someone, finally. You are my first love, believe it or not. That's something you'll always be to me no matter what happens."
Dicenne smiled warmly at her, then laughed.
And laughed and laughed.
Suddenly his voice was cold. "So naive. Of course you'd fall in love with the latest cock between your legs. That's how it goes, isn't it? Too proud to give your own husband your body, but readily giving yourself to those disgustingly inferior sin'dorei."
She reeled, flinching as her vision blurred. When her vision cleared, her husband lay beneath her, his thin lips curved into a mocking smile. "He's beneath you, quite literally, actually. Disgusting. They all are. You know where you belong. You made an oath." His fingers gripped her hips and the nails dug in deeply, drawing not blood but fel liquid that oozed from her wounds.
The fel ooze turned into tentacles that began wrapping around her body, trapping her in place. She couldn't move, couldn't scream. She tried slapping him, and struck empty air.
Gasping, Dyra sat up in a tangle of sheets in a dimly lit inn room. Soft sunlight held at bay by the drawn curtains provided enough light to see that the other side of the bed was empty. She pulled the sheets up to her neck and held them there, catching the faint scent of her most recent half-elf lover on them. She remembered Ryland urging her to tell Dice how she felt. She also remembered him telling her to kill her husband. Her hands slipped into her hair and tightened at the roots, fingers resting on her scalp. Was she strong enough to do both or either of those things?
A few days later, she forgot all about being shaken by the dream when she laid eyes on Dicenne. His strong form and warm embrace were enough to settle her fears, even if she didn't share them with him. But it was time to be more honest. It was time to tell him everything.
So she took his hand and laid her heart open. "I love you. I do. I am desperately and impossibly in love with you. I understand if you can't say it back. But I wanted you to know how I feel." She watched him, dread filling her belly as he opened his mouth then closed it again, seeming to search for words. It was a painful few seconds that seemed to stretch on forever. She couldn't breathe.
Then he said it back. Those three words that held such weight and value. The words that she had never spoken to another being who was not her family. He felt the same! The air whooshed back into her lungs and Dyra felt giddy. From the moment they had met on the steps of Fancy Cakes, she felt an immediate connection with Dicenne. He was so kind, so welcoming and so emotionally open. Not to mention excellent and attentive in bed. He was also just plain fun. He made her forget any troubles she had.
There was only one obstacle in the way of her happiness. Her husband's wedding vows rang in her mind. The moment you love another, Dyra, you have broken your oath to me. You. Are. Mine."
She understood that she was in danger, but his latest threat involved Dicenne and implied that someone had been watching Dicenne’s home in Ratchet. And watching Kara. That was unacceptable. Dicenne felt equally upset and hurt that she withheld such information from him for so long. He offered to help, but she wanted to take care of it on her own. For now, at least. In the meantime, they would all return to Oribos, Kara included. Dyra would do whatever it took to ensure Dice and his sister were safe from the warlock. She was tired of living with the threats and psychological games.
And she intended to cut the head off the snake for good.
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