Page 88 of A War of Three Kings

“Do you want me to lick it?” I lean forward and run my tongue up the length of it, rolling it over the tip before pulling away.

He lets out a guttural sound, lost amid the laughter and cheering from outside the alley. They seem so close, but so far away.

“Do you want me to put it in my mouth?” I smile, because I intend to completely unravel him.

“Oh, gods, yes,” he mutters, and I take it into my mouth all at once, sucking it in so deep it hits the back of my throat and my eyes water.

It is so huge, I wrap my hand around its base, working it in tandem as I tighten my mouth around it, sucking and running my tongue along it.

A deep sense of satisfaction fills me as low groans escape Aldrin’s throat and his powerful body shudders with each pull of my mouth. He runs his hands through my hair, gripping it hard as I savor every inch of his cock.

Aldrin lets out a choked shout as he spasms in my mouth and his hot seed rolls down my throat. He is breathing hard, and though I can hardly see his eyes, I know from the downward tilt of his head that he is staring at me.

“Stand,” Aldrin demands, and I immediately do as I am told.

He puts a gentle hand on my throat and pushes me back a few steps to the wall. “I am going to show you how crazy a fae can be, and you are going to follow my every instruction,” he growls into my ear.

Shivers run through me as he places his hands on either side of my leather bodice and tears open the lacing completely, then rips off my tunic beneath. His hands immediately catch my breasts spilling out, while he weaves air magic to pull down my tight leather pants. He raises me up as they come off my legs, then slides his bare cock against my exposed core, testing how wet I already am for him.

I writhe, trying to direct it inside me.

“You dirty, wicked thing,” he murmurs in my ear. “Willful as always. I’ll have to put an end to that.”

He grabs both of my wrists in his hand and pulls them above my head, then ties ropes of hardened air around them. Another rope snakes around my waist. My chest. My hips. Then my entire body is pinned to the wall, just above the ground, holding me completely at his mercy.

“Remember my oath,” he whispers in my ear, his hand sliding down my naked body until his fingers play and tease at my core. “I cannot tie you up unless you want it.”

A moan slips out of me.“I want it.”

Aldrin sinks to his knees and grabs each of my legs, placing them over his shoulders. His bindings hold me tight in position as he widens my legs further and his breath dances across my inner thighs. His tongue rasps out, licking the entire way up my slit in a leisurely motion.

Sparks of pleasure explode from my most sensitive parts and shivers run through me, hot and cold.

Aldrin takes another slow lick up through my core and I think I will combust from the anticipation. A soft breeze flickers across my breasts, firming into something that feels like hands, caressing their fullness, rubbing my nipples in circles. More touches of air form, sliding up my thighs, across my belly, and layering kisses across my neck.

All those bindings of air tie me up so tight, it feels like another version of him holds me in place, stretching my legs wide to give the other better access.

The sensation of his magic combines with the sweetness of two of his fingers sliding into me and curling within my depths. Reaching that spot that makes me whimper at how good it feels.

Long, low moans fall out of me as his tongue works harder on my clitoris, rolling it in circles repetitively. I rock my hips against his face, needing more and more friction as sensuallightning ripples through me in waves. Pressure builds within me, tightening my core, my chest, my entire being.

It is all too much.

The pleasure increases with each swirl of his tongue, each writhe of my hips, with his mouth pressed hard against my most intimate place. It causes sweat to break out across my breasts as they are stroked and pinched by his magic.

The tension builds to an unbearable force, pushing me to the precipice of climax until my whole body shakes and I fall right off the edge into release. Pure pleasure ripples through me in wave after wave, causing me to thrash in his grip as I gasp and groan, all while he continues his wicked torture to wring the most of it out of me. I ride it until my mind floats in ecstasy and my body turns limp.

But he doesn’t stop.

His tongue continues to swirl over my most sensitive parts, his fingers thrusting and curling deep while his magic caresses my body. That most carnal delight grows and grows, pitching even higher, until it is utter torment. My heart feels like it will give out from the intensity of it. I climax again and my entire being shatters, and still he doesn’t let up.

I thrash my head from side to side as he drags me higher up that mountain. As the pleasure borders on pain, and I fight against the bindings that I don’t really want released. I want him to stop, but even more, I want him to continue and take me to heights I’ve never reached before.

When release crashes into me a third time, I scream, and my vision completely blacks out. I am washed away by bliss so extreme I no longer know my name or any of my worries. All I know is soul-deep satisfaction.

I think I like it when he becomes a fully crazed fae.

Aldrin doesn’t miss a beat. He puts my feet back on the ground and turns me to face the wall, his bindings still holdingme up because my legs no longer work. “Hold on, dear heart. I’m going to fuck you senseless,” he says savagely.

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