Page 84 of Court of Lies and Deceit

My spine tingles as he kisses his way across my jaw and then down my throat. I arch into him, moaning and gasping with every thrust of his hips and every brush of his lips.

His cock hits that perfect spot inside me right at the same time as he pinches my nipple.

Release crashes over me.

I squirm against the sheets, throwing my head from side to side, as pleasure crackles through my every nerve. Draven releases my nipple and instead wraps his hand around my throat, forcing me to keep my head still. Leaning down he claimsmy mouth with a savage kiss while he continues fucking me through the orgasm.

Incoherent moans drip from my lips.

My fingers brush along the inside of his left wing.

He comes. Hard.

Pleasure flickers in his beautiful eyes as he breaks the furious kiss and gasps while his cock pulses inside me. I show him no mercy. Sliding my fingers along the soft membrane, I draw a shuddering moan from his lips. He flexes his hand around my throat, his cock still pulsing with release inside me.

And I canfeelit. Through the mate bond, I can feel his emotions faintly. Like an echo of a memory. But the pleasure and love that flows through him as he gazes back at me still leaves me breathless.

I memorize it all. Every expression and every sound and every tiny movement of his powerful body against mine. The sight of it makes my heart swell. Even now, it still astonishes me every time. I did that. I can make the great Shadow of Death come completely undone like this.

When the release has faded for both of us, Draven drags in a deep breath. With his cock still inside me and his hand still around my throat, he remains where he is above me as he locks searing eyes on me.

My heart jerks at the desperate yearning in his eyes.

A knowing smile curves his lips as he slowly shakes his head at me. “God help you, little rebel.”

I raise my eyebrows in question, fighting a smile as well. “And why is that?”

“Because you’re mine now. Body, mind, heart, and soul. And I will never get enough of you.”

Shifting my hand from his wing to the back of his neck, I yank his mouth down to mine in a possessive kiss. “Likewise, Shadow of Death.”

He kisses me back furiously. Claiming me. Dominating my mouth. And in that moment, I know that he means it. He will never get enough of me. Just like I will never be able to get enough of him.

But there, together in that soft bed with a warm breeze drifting in through the open windows and the bright sunlight warming our skin, I can’t stop a flicker of fear from entering my mind.

I want eternity with him. Just like this. But how are we supposed to get that eternity when the Icehearts will be hunting us for the rest of our lives?

CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE

The previous disgust and hostility have morphed into something like curiosity. And hunger. It makes me feel like a prized horse being assessed at an auction. But it’s better than hatred at least, I suppose.

Light from the faelight gems casts glittering sparkles over the large room and makes the attendants’ jewelry gleam like stars. With grand stone pillars and a high ceiling, this room should feel like a ballroom. But the plush couches and booths and cushions and other seating arrangements throughout the room make it feel more like we’ve stumbled into an orgy. Not to mention the guests. The way they’re looking at each other, and at us, makes it feel as if they’re going to start indulging in their desires right here. Maybe they will. Who knows with these Unseelie fae?

I suppress the urge to cross my arms over my chest as a group of partygoers ogles us from a short distance away. The attire that Jocasta forced us to wear isn’t exactly helping either.

All six of us are dressed in black and gold. Black to signal Jocasta’s faction and gold to rub it in her rivals’ faces that we won the first game. And that’s fine. But it’s the style of dress that makes me feel incredibly exposed.

Isera, Lyra, and I are wearing short skirts made of gold-trimmed strips of black leather that overlap, forming a full skirt together rather than being one solid piece of fabric. The top, also made of black leather, only has two thin straps over our shoulders, and it ends a little below our breasts, leaving our stomachs bare. Bands of gold twist around our bare arms like snakes, and we’re wearing these absolutely ridiculous sandals made only of straps that reach almost all the way up to our knees.

Draven, Alistair, and Galen wear even less. They’re only wearing that skirt-like garment, though theirs is a little longer than ours and reaches almost to their knees, and those sandals made of straps. Bands of gold circle their upper arms as well, but as opposed to us, their chests are completely bare.

On Jocasta’s suggestion, Draven has his wings out as well, and they loom menacingly over his shoulders.

I have to admit, he is insanely hot in this outfit.

But the fact that other people are staring at his half-naked body as well is making me want to stab something.

“How much longer?” I mutter under my breath.

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