Page 79 of Sweetling
But until that word wasyes,he would play her game.
Still, she hadn’t been quite so bold before. The sight of her there, her clothing loose, her gaze soft and sultry, battered at his iron resolve. His fangs ached with the temptation of her; she looked good enough to gobble up.
It took monumental will, but he forced himself to say, “There’s news I must share with you.”
Rather than growing serious or worried like he thought she would, Molly merely arched one of her brows. “All right,” she breathed, then put her hand on his shoulder.
He watched in desperate delight as she climbed into the chair with him, straddling his lap. Unable to help himself, Allarion filled his hands with her hips, fingers digging into the generous flesh of her backside. Goddesses, how often had he thought of doing just this, sinking his fingers into her. Fingers, then cock, then finally,fangs.
Pulling her close, a groan escaped him as her soft, unbound breasts pressed against his chest. He could feel the hardness of her nipples through his own shirt, little points of warmth he wanted to suck and roll between his tongue and teeth.
With one of her small hands, Molly gripped his jaw and held him just as she wanted as she lowered her head to his. Allarion thrilled at the show of confidence, welcoming her tongue as it invaded his mouth.
That’s it, take what’s yours,azai.
He let her lead them in a dance of nipping teeth and swirling tongues, breathless to see what she’d demand next. Allarion was content to be the instigator in passion play, and there were many delights to take in being the dominant partner. One day soon, he very much hoped to take charge of his Molly’s every pleasure and show her just how well a fae could sate hisazai.
Still, witnessing this burst of confidence and power from her, who’d been so wary of him in their first days, pleased him to the very core. He wanted more of her demands and control. He wanted her to be the queen he knew she was.
Daring, he slid his hands up under her loose shirt, the pads of his fingers finding the warm burn of her skin. The breath shuddered out of him to feel how silky soft she was, and he knew immediately hers was his favorite texture. Nothing would compare to her now.
She rewarded him with a little moan into his mouth, and her hips levered down to give his lap a little of her weight. His abused, impatient cock throbbed at her nearness, begging for just another inch. He wanted to feel the kiss of her cunt there, even if it was through layers of fabric.
He felt the grin spread across her lips.
“Vixen,” he accused.
“Mmhmm,” she hummed, her hips beginning to rock in sweet little motions that teased his cock, straining against the seam of his trou.
When he remained still, receiving her teasing without reprisal, her grin widened into a smile. He rumbled to see her approval, and he hungrily accepted her praise as it rained down on him in kisses.
He wasn’t above a little retribution, though. Hands seeking higher, they spanned her ribs, fingers tracing the dip of her spine. He ran his thumbs in teasing, testing circles at the undersides of her breasts, feeling how she burned here. Her flesh was somehow both firm and giving, a temptation he needed more of for fear of perishing without it.
Her scent bloomed through the library, a sweet, musky scent that tantalized the back of his tongue. Her hips began to work faster, snapping and rolling as she sought her pleasure.
Her kisses grew frantic, sucking friction that had his blood pounding through his veins. His hands grew greedier, needing to feel the full weight of her breasts.
But no sooner had he slid his hand around to take her in his palm than she broke her kiss and sat back on his knees.
Allarion stared at her, dazed, as she looked back. Her eyes had glazed with lust, and he took vicious pleasure at seeing how her lips were swollen and pink from his attentions.
Sucking in a deep breath, Molly asked, “What did you want to tell me?”
He blinked at her.
His head fell back against the chair, and a single laugh escaped his throat. “Ah, sweetling, you rob me of words and sense.”
Her answering chuckle was a sound he knew would haunt his dreams in his next long sleep, low and lush. The minx kissed his cheek before leaning back to smile saucily at him.
Replacing his hands on her hips, he quirked a brow at her before lifting her up to deposit on the table. Stepping between her spread legs, taking up her vision, he planted his hands on either side of her.
He watched her pupils expand, and her enchanting pulse fluttered at the hollow of her throat. Allarion hovered over her for a long moment, regaining those words and senses. It was imperative he pass her test, win her challenge.
When the time came, he would lay her on the nearest surface and not let either of them up for days. He would have every part of her, again and again. He’d taste and indulge anddevour—although, he was starting to suspect he’d never be truly sated.
Not with how badly she left himaching.
Snagging the letter from his desk, he lifted it to her eye line.
