Page 67 of A Bargain with the Fae King

“Come for me,” he groans. “Let me feel your pleasure.”

With two quick flicks of his thumb, I burst. A scream of pleasure breaks from me as the orgasm shudders through my body.

Amazing. Glorious. Perfect.

My legs clamp around his hand, still working my tender flesh and ringing out the last of my pleasure. Half the city may have heard my cry, and I don’t care. With him, nothing matters.

My head falls back against his shoulder. As if by instinct, I still caress his hard length.

I shudder and shiver against Riven’s chest when he stills. His arms tighten just before his cock pulses and jerks in my hand. He all but roars into the night.

This powerful, beautiful man, and he’s coming apart, wracked by pleasure—from me.

I work his silken length, savoring the feel of him until he softens.

The tip of his tongue flicks out to lick at my neck. “Beautiful, Lia.”

He retreats from between my legs, leaving me bereft and somehow still aching for more. No amount of him will ever be enough, not if it’s anything like tonight. And holy God, that glorious length of him wasn’t even inside me. If he was…

I shiver.

I twist for a better view and snuggle against the fae king, who just worked my body to perfection. A small shudder wracks his body as his eyes close. A content smile plays about his features.

“Riven?” I brush golden hair back from his face.

One green eye cracks open, glowing faintly in the night. A smirk tugs at his features. “Sleep well tonight, little consort, because once I’m rested, I won’t be able to leave you alone.”

Chapter 21

Thenextmorning,Igently untangle myself from a still sleeping Riven. Despite my movements, his chest still rises and falls with smooth, even breaths. In sleep, he looks even younger than normal, so much more than his actual age.

My cheeks flush as my gaze lingers on the solid muscle of his chest, just visible over the edge of the furs. Now that’s a sight I could get used to. That warmth spreads down my chest, through my stomach, and lower as I recall the way his hands moved on me and his breath against my skin.

With a shake and a shudder, I will away the naughty thoughts urging me to crawl back in bed and wake him up. He needs rest, and once he wakes…

I cover my face with my hands. What have I gotten myself into?

I mean, I promised to be his consort, but I never planned to be the one begging for more.

A stab of guilt, sharp as ever, jabs into me. Here I’ve been enjoying a night of pleasure when May is still in the clutches of an enemy. I only hope they’ve kept her asleep and that, once she returns home, all of this might seem like a bad dream. That’s the best-case scenario, and I have to hold onto it. Otherwise, I might shatter.

Just a few more days, May. You’ll be home safe. I promise.

I wash and dress quickly in what’s become my workout attire. I need to clear my head and drag it out of the gutter. Anything. Scouring records for some way to free May is going to be impossible if I can’t stop thinking about all the things I want Riven to do to me. Solona even has scholars bringing over extra books from the capital, which she thinks might be helpful. Likely they already help her comb through them. I can’t slack off when they’re working harder than ever.

And May… May! She’s been gone for days, and I’m no closer to getting her back.

Walking through the halls of the castle city always jars my nerves. Fae stop to gape or drop short bows in my direction. Murmured conversations tickle my ears after I pass. My skin crawls from so many eyes on me. At least the guards escorting me outside keep the others a safe distance away. Having a title has some perks, such as no one trying to accost me like that first night.

As I near the swooping archway, composed more of vine and roots than stone, I practically jog for it, eager to be outside. Cool air rushes around me as I squint into the morning sunlight. Gooseflesh breaks out over my skin. Crisp air fills my lungs, reminding me of early October back home.

A commotion catches my attention before my eyes fully adjust to the bright light.

Fae encircle the training ring. Shouts and cheers ring through the air, though their tall forms completely block the view beyond. One in particular, I recognize, as she bounces on her toes, trying to see over the male partially blocking her view.

I wave my guards away and hustle across the grassy field to Sylvie, who stands on the packed dirt ring just outside the railing.

“What’s going—” Breath catches in my throat when I glimpse the duel they watch.

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