Page 86 of Claimed By the Fae Lord

"Please," I whispered, my fingers threading through his wavy hair, guiding him lower.

He obeyed with a predatory grace, nipping and biting all the way down. My hips tried to lift but he had me pinned down, only able to clutch at his hair.

When he finally settled between my thighs, the world narrowed to the point of his tongue as it danced and flicked. Each movement was meticulous, calculated to draw forth the storm brewing within me.

"More," was all I could manage.

He didn't need further urging. The intensity of his ministrations increased, his tongue delving deeper and then his fingers, until I was a writhing mass of desire beneath him.

Liam's hands moved to cup my backside, gripping tightly as he devoured me with an eagerness that sent sparks of electricity shooting through my body. My fingers dug into the sheets, trying to find some semblance of control as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over me.

My back arched off the bed and I cried out his name as my body convulsed in ecstasy, every muscle tensing and releasing as I rode out the waves of pleasure.

When the aftershocks finally subsided, Liam crawled up my body with a possessive determination. His hands were rough against my skin as he pulled me into a searing kiss that left me breathless all over again.

Tasting myself on his lips, I felt a primal urge surge within me.

With a swift movement that would've made my sparring instructor proud, I flipped Liam onto his back. His eyes widened, a mix of surprise and delight sparkling in their depths as he landed with anoomph.

"Seems like I'm not the only one who can take control," he said, his voice laced with admiration and something darker, more urgent.

I couldn't help but smirk, feeling empowered by my own audacity. It had never been like this between us.

Or, at least, I had never been like this. I’d always been content to let him lead, not having the confidence or experience.

Positioning myself between his thighs, I leaned down and took him into my mouth. His hands immediately found their way to my hair, fisting the white strands gently at first then more firmly as pleasure built within him.

"Gods, Raina. Your mouth …" he groaned, his words dissolving into guttural sounds of appreciation.

I worked him with an eager determination, exploring him with my tongue, drawing him deeper, to the back of my throat. The salty taste of his skin and the heady scent of our mingled arousal filled my senses, driving me to bring him the same intense pleasure he'd bestowed upon me moments ago.

"Such a wicked mouth for such a quiet little nymph," he teased through ragged breaths, his hips bucking slightly to meet my movements.

"Is this how you want to drive me mad, flower? Because it's working."

His body tensed, every muscle coiled like a bowstring as he neared the edge. I doubled my efforts, hollowing my cheeks and taking him as deep as I could.

With a strangled cry, his grip on my hair tightened, and he spilled into my mouth, waves of his climax crashing over him as he murmured praises mixed with curses.

Before I could even catch my breath, Liam sat up and swept me into his arms, striding toward the bathroom with renewed vigor.

"What are you doing?" I asked, my voice still hoarse from exertion.

"We're going to do that again," he said, his voice husky, "in the shower."

I raised an eyebrow, a shiver running down my spine at the prospect. "And why is that?"

"Because if Gunnar smells how aroused you are," Liam said with a wry smile that didn't quite reach his eyes, "I'll have to kill him."

Humor mixed with the tension from moments before, and I realized I wasn’t sure if he was actually joking.

With the taste of Liam still lingering on my tongue, we entered the war room which was carved into one of the hills next to the armory. Brahm's voice rumbled like distant thunder, recounting the patrols' lackluster findings.

Gunnar leaned against a stone wall, arms crossed, his expression unreadable. Mirrelle stood tall in her fighting leathers, no signs of her prior injuries in sight.

"Nothing new then?" Liam asked.

"Scouts are still out," Brahm answered gruffly. “But the changes to the wards you requested are complete.”

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