Page 180 of Taken By the Fae

Nikolai and Skylar don’t last much longer before they disappear too, leaving Tristan and me alone in front of the fire.

“Rory?” Tristan’s smooth voice makes me open my eyes. I hadn’t even realized I’d closed them.

“Hmm?”

He gives my hip a gentle squeeze and leans down until his lips brush my ear. “Let me take you to bed.”

I manage a nod as warmth spreads low in my belly. “Yes, please.”

“To get some rest,” he clarifies.

I offer him a sleepy pout. “But you said you had things planned for me. I want to see what they are.”

“I think they’ll have to wait.” The corner of his mouth curls as he brushes my hair back. “Come on.”

When he reaches for me, I grab his belt and fumble with the buckle. He chuckles. I ignore him, still fighting with the damn thing, until he places his hand over mine.

“Why’d you have to wear a belt?” I grumble.

His lips twitch. “You should get some sleep.”

I shake my head.

Tristan sighs, his eyes flicking between mine. “This is really what you want?”

I lick my lips, grinning triumphantly. “Yes.” I pull him closer, kissing his jaw. “I wantyou.”

“Right here?” he whispers. “In the living room. With our friends a short distance away—again.”

“I guess we’ll have to be quiet,” I taunt him, pressing my mouth against his bottom lip.

He sucks in a breath. “You’re sure?”

Licking my lips, I shoot him a grin. “There are few things I’ve been more sure of.”

“Thank god,” he mutters, and then his lips are on mine, devouring and worshiping them simultaneously. He removes his belt as he trails his lips along my jaw, and I reach for the button on his pants, popping it open before I work the zipper down.

“Tristan,” I gasp when he nips my earlobe.

“Lift your arms,” he says in a deep voice that makes my skin tingle.

I comply quickly, and he slips his hand under me to unzip the back of my dress before he lifts it over my head and tosses it on the floor. He unclasps my bra and has it off before I can lower my arms. He shrugs out of his jacket, adding it to the growing pile of clothes before he lowers his mouth to my skin and makes me lightheaded with his tongue on the swell of my breast.

Tristan brings his lips back to mine as I struggle to get the buttons of his shirt open, then push it off his shoulders. He shifts his leg, pressing it to the throbbing at my core and making me moan. His gaze slams into me, warming my skin further.

“Quiet,” he murmurs, fire blazing in his gaze. He trails his lips down my chest and my nipples harden in response. His tongue dips, catching my breath as he takes my breast into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the nipple and sucking hard.

I slide my hands down his taut chest and pull his pants down enough for his cock to spring free. When my fingers reach out to wrap around his thick length, he groans against my skin, sending delicious vibrations through me. “Shh,” I remind him with a snicker. “You don’t want Nikolai coming out to see what the noise is.”

Tristan huffs out something akin to a growl. “I’ll hear him or anyone else before they get anywhere near us. You don’t need to worry.” He shifts his attention to the other breast, driving me wild all over again as I work my hand up and down his shaft, doing the same to him. If this was a competition, it’s safe to say we’re both winners. The room fills with the combined sounds of our breaths, moans, and kisses. My whole body feels hot, every nerve electrified under Tristan’s skillful hands.

“Aurora,” he breathes against my skin, teasing my neck with his lips as he adds his pants to the collection of clothes on the floor.

“Hmm?” I murmur.

“I need you.” His voice is low, gruff, filled with so much lust it makes my head spin.

“Yes,” I agree, warmth pooling between my thighs at the sound of his voice.