Page 49 of A Kiss From a Faerie King

Our subjects encourage us, and that only adds to my pleasure.

“A queen this wanton is perfect for our king,” one whispers. “Look at that ring!”

“She takes him so well. Should we really be watching?” another asks.

“Of course we should!” replies a tinkling voice. “Now get over here, and we can do our own fucking.”

A giggle bursts from me as my nails embed in Emrys’s chest. My curls cling to my back as I toss my head back and let my king take over. He holds my hips and lowers me onto his length. My pleasure steals my thoughts, but my mouth manages to move.

“This is what I’ve always wanted. When I would dream of my future, this is what I desired.”

“Participating in a faerie orgy?” Emrys quips. His brows are lowered in concentration.

Despite my impending orgasm, I can’t help but laugh.

“To feel like this. To be loved and to be in love.” My mouth lowers to his, and I kiss him, pouring my soul into it. “You made a dream I hadn’t even remembered I dreamed come true.”

His hands wrap around my back and lock me to him. Raising up, he powers into me from below. My clit drags back and forth against him, and it’s all I need. I scream into his mouth as my body explodes.

Muscles tighten and strain as bliss coats my body. I shake through it all, soaking Emrys until his body jerks below me, and he floods me with his seed.

“Laurelle.” He fucks his come into me as it squelches between us to soak the grass. His warmth ties our souls together as he places soft kisses against my lips.

Peeling my eyes open, I notice the wildflowers that have grown around us. My smile is small as I meet my king’s stare. His hands skim up my back and tangle in my hair. Bringing our faces close together, I let him see the truth in my gaze. I let him glimpse the soul that he owns.

“I love you, my king.”

“I love you, my blossom,” he answers.

Sinking onto his chest, my head turns out towards the meadow. The sun is high in the sky and illuminates the nearly empty clearing. All traces of our intruders are gone. There’s just calm, serene peace. Clearly, our subjects found their peaks at the same time we did.

It’s absolutely perfect.

“What would you like to do on your first official day as queen?”

Emrys’s voice pulls me from my daze. Turning, I rest my chin on his chest. His smile is full of love as he curls a lock of my hair around his finger. The birds caw over my head, and I bite my lip at the idea that hits me.

“There is one thing,” I say, crawling up his chest and pressing a kiss to his lips.

“Name it.”

Nuzzling under his chin, I let out a content sigh.

“Is there any way you can make me fly?”

EPILOGUE - EMRYS

Many, Many Faerie Years Later

“Have we ever made it through one of these parties without you ruining my dress?”

Laurelle’s question ends in a gasp as I rip open the front of her green silk gown. Instantly, her luscious breasts spill free, and my mouth comes down to claim a hard nipple. They taste sweet—just like every part of her does.

The lively music and smell of fire swirl around us as I see to my queen in this empty corner at the edge of the meadow. Usually, my queen likes a more public display, but tonight, I need some time alone with her in the dark.

“Are you asking me to stop?” I nip the fleshy swell of her left breast before sucking her right nipple into my mouth.

“Never,” she moans.

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