Page 38 of A Kiss From a Faerie King

With a shaky moan, I reach below and find his hard cock. I run my hand through my come coating him, and give him a gentle tug. He hisses as he pushes my curls off my sweaty back. His tongue licks up my spine as I press up on my knees. I work him around my entrance before sheathing the tip inside of me.

“Oh, Emrys,” I moan, sliding down his impressive length. This way is obscenely decadent. The stretch is otherwordly. I rise up on my knees before sinking fully onto him again.

The sprites and faeries before us cheer and dance. Their bodies hum and glow anew, just asThe Great Oakdoes. Emrys’s hand comes to my hip and helps raise and lower me on his hardness. Over and over again, I take his length as my moan ratchet up.

“Once my seed spills inside of you, the ritual will be complete.The Great Oak’spower will be restored, and you will be queen. You already wear the crown.”

My hand comes up to the flowers woven through my hair. They pulse under my fingers. I feel powerful, as if each thrust is infusing me with more and more magic. It feels permanent claiming. Just as permanent as my love for Emrys.

“Come. Inside. Me.” I bite out each word on a thrust. “Fill me with your seed. I need my king’s come.”

Emrys growls, his claws tightening on me as he pulls me off his length and throws me face down at the end of the bed.

“Then you shall have it,” he growls against my ear.

He thrusts into me with one powerful stroke, and my chest knocks to the bed. He yanks my hips upward, and my fingers find the sheets. His hands are the only thing holding me up as he pounds me into the mattress. Each thrust jolts me forward and pulls my climax towards me.

Flames lick my skin, and my muscles begin to tremble.

The sprites buzz around us. A few faeries have even ventured into the room, their small footsteps barely audible. Those in the crowd mirror the sound of our skin smacking—clearly more than eager to participate in their own wanton display. My moans are choppy as he ruts into me.

His claw skims between the cheeks of my ass, and I feel him press at the tight ring of muscle back there.

“Hear me, my blossom. We won’t leave this oak until I’ve claimed all your little holes. I already promised as much.”

His thumb breaches my back entrance, and it sets off my release. When his other hand rubs my clit, I’m done for. I scream into the sheets, my whole body shaking as my come drips out of me and covers him. My muscles clamp down around his hard length, and I feel our connection between my legs and in my heart.

Emrys thrusts hard into me once, twice, and on the third, he lets out a guttural growl before his warmth soaks me. He comes and comes until I feel his seed mingling with my own and sliding down my thighs. I feel a strange tightening in my chest as it flows into me.

Looking up, the room blazes with golden light—brighter than the sun. Fresh flowers sprout up between my fingers from where my hands grip the bed. A harsh wind blows throughThe Great Oak, pushing the sprites and faeries from the room. They let out a scream as they land outside. A metallic taste coats my tongue at the abundance of fresh magic.

My body still shakes with my orgasm as Emrys embeds his teeth in my shoulder. The bite is harsh and claiming, and it sets off another climax as I feel our hearts and souls become one. Two halves finally becoming whole.

The sprites cheer and titter outside as Emrys jerks one last time inside me.

Glancing over my shoulder, my eyes can barely stay open. I watch as Emrys kisses the bite on my shoulder before gently pulling out of me. My curls cling to my sweaty temples, and I try my best to tuck some behind my ear.

Emrys’s hands grip my side and gently pull me down to the bed on top of his chest. My hand lands over his heart, and I feel it racing under my palm. Even Emrys seems to glow. He hums with new power. His crown is dotted with fresh golden leaves. My own skin seems to be sparkling as if my blood flows gold instead of red.

I’m too tired to take it all in.

With a deep sigh, I snuggle into his chest and let our mingling releases dry on my thighs. I love the feeling of him seeping out of me. I love the claim.

My eyes are already closing when Emrys’s claws skim down my cheek.

“Are you okay?” he whispers.

Sleep has stolen my voice, but I manage to open my eyes and smile. Giving him a small nod, he gathers me tighter against his chest. His lips brush mine, and it takes everything I have to return it.

“Sleep, my blossom,” he commands. “I’ll have my cock in you again soon enough.”

Despite my exhaustion I manage to giggle and find my voice.

“Can’t wait,” I slur before drifting into a deep, boneless sleep.

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