Page 44 of Battle Fluke
“Stop it already,” Hudson muttered right into Honour’s ear. “You’re making this worse for everyone.”
“She’s not safe in there.”
“She is!” Hudson nearly shouted. She tangled Honour’s hands behind her back and wrapped an arm over Honour’s shoulder and across her chest, locking her into place against Hudson’s front. “She’s perfectly well, and if you’d tone down your damn anger over Milan, you’d see that.”
Honour wriggled, trying to get herself free. They both knew that she could do it if she wanted. Honour had the strength to put up a good fight. But she didn’t push the limits of her body. Had Milan’s tonic not healed her completely?
“You took her potion. Did you not think she’d kill you if she had the chance?”
“Milan is sworn to heal, not kill.”
“Then why are you so scared about Kyree being in there by herself?” Hudson tightened her grasp when Honour wiggled again, and she regretted it instantly. Honour’s backside pressing against her front was doing far different things to her. Pleasure lighted through her, her clit already throbbing as if Honour was going to flip around and touch her.
But with the state that Honour was in, that wasn’t a likely possibility. Not unless Hudson could use that to distract her from Kyree and Milan. Honour wrenched her body hard, turning them onto their sides. Hudson growled, not just from the sudden movement but from the second shot of arousal that coursed through her body.
“Fuck this,” she said loudly.
Letting go of Honour briefly, Hudson reset herself and pinned Honour to the ground. She took her hand to distract her before she flipped herself around and wrapped her arms around the bottom of Honour’s fluke. Without warning, Hudson pushed off the sea floor as hard and as fast as she could. She dragged Honour by her tail away from Milan’s cave and over the rocky scape.
Honour fought back, crying out and screaming. She tried to bend to pull Hudson’s fingers off her, but Hudson had a firm grasp. As soon as they were on the other side of the rocky cliff, Hudson pushed Honour against the wall and covered her so their fronts were pressed together hard. She smooshed their faces together, melding her mouth against Honour’s, their lips pressing hard, their teeth gnashing.
This wasn’t the pretty, sweet kiss that Kyree had given them both before. This was all physicality. It was a battle. It was a fightfor control and dominance, and Hudson was going to win. Even if it seemed that Honour ended up on top.
“What are you doing?” Honour shouted, trying once again to wiggle loose.
“Keeping you out of the way.” Hudson snaked her hand behind Honour’s head and wrapped her fingers tightly in Honour’s hair. “Kyree needs to do this on her own.”
“Fuck that. No one is safe with Milan.”
“Not even Soulara?” Hudson muttered as she pressed Honour tighter against the rock wall. “Because that’s Soulara’s mother.”
“And my queen. I’m not stupid.”
“You’re certainly acting like it.”
“Shut up.” Honour wrenched Hudson around, pinning her to the wall now.
Grinning at Honour, Hudson moved in and stole another kiss. This time Honour didn’t resist. Instead, Honour pushed right back into her. Hudson freed one hand and wrapped it around Honour’s back, keeping her in place and locking their bodies tighter. Honour moaned, nipping at Hudson’s lower lip before she released Hudson’s other hand and palmed her way across Hudson’s chest.
Honour’s mouth left Hudson’s, heated kisses pressed to her skin, down her neck to the top of her chest. Laughing, Hudson bucked her hips and grunted.
“See? Isn’t this better than fighting with Kyree?” Hudson asked.
“I wasn’t fighting with Kyree,” Honour mumbled against Hudson’s skin. She bit hard over Hudson’s hardened nipple as if to make her point. “I was fighting Milan.”
“Yeah. Sure you were.” Hudson pushed Honour’s head down even more. Would Honour know what Hudson was looking for? Had she been taught that pleasure yet by their deep soundingmer companion? “Fuck me already, Honour. I don’t have time to wait.”
Honour popped back up, her mouth a breath away from Hudson’s. “Is this what you really want?”
“Part of it,” Hudson answered, never more sure of anything. She’d wanted Honour against her from the moment they’d shared that first kiss, and she had worked hard to get to where they were now. She’d stripped down her defenses and let Honour in more than anyone before.
“Only part?”
“Fuck me, Honour. I’m not going to say it again.” Hudson clasped both her hands on Honour’s cheeks and dragged Honour toward her. The kiss was brutal, hard, passionate. Hudson poured every ounce of herself into the kiss and this moment.
She couldn’t remember the last time she had willingly let another mer touch her like this, like she was worth something, like she had something to offer. Her entire body was tuned in for the moment when Honour would do the same, when she’d break down that last vestige of hesitation and give herself over to exactly what they both wanted.
Honour broke the embrace, breathing hard as she stared wide-eyed into Hudson’s gaze. “But Kyree—”