Page 60 of Knave

Thank fuck.Ferris kissed her again and removed his hand to line his cock up with her core. She sucked in a breath when it passed over her folds. Ferris grinned and slid the pierced tip through again, before burying himself deep inside her with one thrust.

“Oh!” Mouse cried.

Ferris stilled inside her. The pillow made for deeper penetration, but was ittoodeep for her? “Do I need to stop?”

“No.” She grabbed at his arse, pulling him forward, urging him to move, while widening her legs. “More.”

Ferris groaned. Were those words ever sexier than when coming from her mouth? He pulled nearly all the way out, then pressed back in, slow, but firm. Unable to take his eyes off hers. When he’d first seen Mouse, he believed her to be an angel. While she might not be from Heaven, she had still saved him. In more ways than one. He loved her so fucking much and with each roll of his hips, he showed her. Again and a-fucking-gain. Until she dug her nails into his back so deep she drew blood, making Ferris growl in pleasure. His thrusts increased. Faster. Harder. With no real rhythm, only him and her making their own drumming beats.

Mouse tilted her head, exposing her neck. Her mouth brushed against his wrist. “Ferris.” She flicked her tongue against his pulse point. “I’m so close.”

Oh fuck.His balls tightened, his own release nearing. “Bite me,” he rasped, fangs dropping.

Mouse extended her neck a bit more. “Together.”

He lowered his head to her throat and ran his tongue up the vein, tasting the salt of her skin, then placed a lingering kiss there. When her fangs grazed his wrist, his thrusts became fast and erratic. “Damn, luv,” he murmured, and sank his teeth into her flesh. Pleasure stormed through him, starting at his wrist where her fangs pierced. He drove his cock into her as her blood flowed over his tongue, her flavor driving him toward oblivion. Once. Twice.

“Ferris!” she whisper-shouted, pulling herself from his wrist to arch into him. Her walls fluttered around his cock in orgasm. The sounds she made tipped him over the edge and he roared out her name as he came inside her.

They stayed like that, his gaze locked onto hers as they panted. This moment right here, between him and her, was everything he’d ached for over the last few years. The way she looked at him… He knew it was mirrored on his face. And he wanted that expression on paper, to draw her just like this.HisMouse. Even though he didn’t want to, Ferris found the strength to roll off her. Placing a kiss on her temple, he whispered, “I’m never going to get enough of you.”

“I should hope not.” She turned to him and smiled. “You have a lot of paper left in that sketchpad to fill.”

Ferris chuckled. “I’ll need to buy out the art shop.”

“Oh?” She laughed softly, shifting the pillow out from beneath her hips and climbed toward the head of the bed. She snuggled beneath the covers then motioned for Ferris to join her. “I suppose on the way we can stop by the sex shop you mentioned.”

Ferris grinned as he slipped under the blankets and wrapped an arm around Mouse’s waist. “If you insist.”

“I do.” She closed her eyes and sighed, content.

“Let’s rest,” he said. “We deserve it after all that shit in Red.”

“I already told Maddie I wasn’t getting out of this bed for at least a day.” She pressed closer into his embrace and yawned. “I love you.”

Love didn’t feel like a strong enough word for the emotions burning within him for Mouse. They’d saved each other’s lives, sacrificed and suffered. She was his eternity and he would continue to protect her with his life. He drew her close and kissed the top of her head. “And I love you. More than I can say.”

Epilogue

Mouse

According to Maddie’s estimate, from the time Des had first hidden herself away in a silk cocoon, twenty-two days had passed. Ferris had brought Mouse a book from a mortal library that read how it generally took five to twenty-one days on average for a butterfly or moth to emerge from their protective casing. Yet, some could be tucked away for as long asthreeyears.

With Des resting beside her on Ferris’s bed, Mouse thumbed through a book with more thorough butterfly and moth details, along with a collection of pictures of different species. She tapped her foot against the mattress to the beats coming from Ferris’s drums. Every so often she would glance up to watch the way he bit his lip, how his muscles flexed while hitting a cymbal or a snare, and how the perspiration slowly slid down his chest and taut abs. The song was chaotic and beautiful and she hoped Des heard every glorious sound within her silk. Ever since they first moved into the Ivory Palace, the caterpillar had loved hearing Ferris play, standing on her hind legs as the top half of her body would sway to the music.

Mouse peered beneath her lashes at Ferris once more, recalling all the new activities they’d experienced together. Emotionally and physically. Heart-to-heart chats, making love, him showing her what it was like to be truly sexually liberated. Although Mouse hadn’t snuck another peek at the additions Ferris had drawn inside his notebook, she was tempted. Perhaps at some point, she would. The drawings had made her blush, and it was different seeing her face that way, happy and blissful. Something she hadn’t been in a long, long time.

Soon, Ever and Chess’s castle would be finished, and Mouse was excited for this new chapter, to truly unite Wonderland, start something fresh. It was what the vampires in Ivory and Scarlet both needed.

Mouse’s stomach still felt heavy from her earlier meal. She continued to struggle with her hunger at times, but on those days, she would ask Ferris or Maddie to go with her to feed, to make sure she didn’t become a ravenous monster. Unless she chose to be, when she would still hunt those who’d hurt others.

Movement beside Mouse’s hand caught her attention, and she averted her gaze from Ferris. She blinked as the blue silk casing wiggled. For a moment, she thought it was from the vibration of the drums or her foot tapping. But then Des wiggled again.

Her heart slammed in her chest, and she shouted, “Ferris!”

He halted his movements, the drumsticks clenched in his fists, and looked at the cocoon now resting in her hands. It wiggled a little harder.

“Come on!” Mouse didn’t wait for his answer as she left his room, skipping over steps while descending the staircase. She flew past Mock, his eyebrows raised to his hairline when he glanced her way.

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