Page 107 of A War of Three Kings

I curl my fingers deep within her, again and again, rolling her clitoris with my thumb. “Are you sure this isn’t what you want? Or would you prefer my cock instead?”

“I—I…” She closes her eyes and throws her head back. “I want it all, but?—”

A spell comes over me as I watch every line of her face, her body, with rapt attention, as she takes the pleasure I give to her. Her lips part and the flush across her cheeks grows with the ecstasy on her features. Her hips move and buck as she rides my fingers. Each breath makes her chest heave and those breasts shudder.

I will never get enough of this.

Of having any part of me inside her, giving her this high. It is the sweetest addiction, making her a panting, moaning mess. The tension in Keira’s body increases until she becomes whipcord tight, then it shatters all at once as she climaxes around my fingers. Those inner muscles convulse around me in that way that drives me mad.

When the shudders rippling through her finally end and her eyes open, I take those two fingers out of her and put them in my mouth, sucking the taste of her off them. Keira lets out a low moan.

My cock is so hard and stretched it is almost painful. She tries to climb down my body, opening her mouth and sticking out her tongue, ready to take me deep inside, but I pull her hips back up again.

“Fuck me, Keira.” My voice sounds feral, even to my own ears.

“Aldrin, I’m worried?—”

I place a finger on her lips. “Be as gentle or rough as you like. Just fuck me.”

Keira places a hand on my chest and forces me to lie back on the bed. A pinch of pain radiates from my ear as it connects with the pillow, but I don’t let it show. I will combust if she stops now.

In seconds, Keira pulls her dress clean over her head and tosses it across the room. All that stunning, creamy skin and those sweeping curves are revealed, pure artwork to my eyes. I press my fingers into the flesh of her thighs to see the deep, sensual indentations they make.

The sight makes all rational thought fly from my mind.

She shimmies to remove the rest of her clothing, then all of mine. I can’t help reaching out and stroking every bit of skin I can get my hands on as she moves, running my hands up and down her body.

Keira straddles my hips again, fisting me to line my hardness up with her entrance, but I place a hand on her stomach to stop her. “Wait, Keira. I want you completely exposed.”

She raises an eyebrow. “I’m not wearing any clothing, Aldrin.”

“The mask,” I grunt, as she slowly pumps my cock. She makes it hard to think straight. “Remove your glamour. I want to see all of you.”

Her hand stills as her body turns rigid. “I don’t want to. I’m…as stupid as this sounds, I’m afraid of it.” Her eyes flick away from mine.

“I know.” My thumb finds her clitoris and rolls it in slow circles to stop her from overthinking. I relish in the small jolts her body makes. “This is a safe space. Just you and me. Drop the glamour and let me fuck your most primal side.”

To prove it is nothing to fear, I allow the thin, branching horns of my primal form to grow like a crown of twigs upon my head. Keira groans and her hand tightens around my cock, her thumb circling over its head and shooting waves of pleasure through me.

“Gods, these turn me on,” she breathes, running her fingers along the horns in a way that sends shivers down my spine.

I let out more of my primal side. Thick, black streaks akin to war paint appear across my cheekbones, down my neck and over my bare chest. My fingers turn black, but I hold back the claws that form in the heat of battle, because I want to touch her without restraint.

“Drop your glamour, Keira, even a little bit.” I run one hand down her face, never ceasing the motion of the other between her legs. “Accept your primal self. It will lift your block on your magic.”

She holds my eye, fingers tracing the lines of the war streaks across my chest, as she releases that tightly checked hold, bit by bit. Those sharply pointed ears are the first to show, making my stomach tumble at the fact that she is as fae as I am, even if she denies it.

Next, the tips of her hair become bright whipcords of burning fire that dance from yellow to orange to red. I grab a chunk of itand curl it around my wrist, roughly pulling until her lips meet mine, because I know there is no heat in her hair unless she summons her fire magic into it.

Every freckle across her body explodes into a glittering mass, like hundreds of stars are born on her skin. They reflect the fire raging within her.

“Fucking beautiful,” I growl in her ear. “You are breathtaking in every form.”

She smiles down at me, actually smiles, and it is everything. My heart swells until my entire chest aches.

Then she seats herself on my cock.

I throw my head back at the feel of that tight pussy clamping around me, taking all of me in, as a wave of sudden carnal bliss crests within me. There is pain in my ear at my careless motion, but it is an afterthought.

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