Page 81 of Sweetling
It’d all made sense to her earlier, when she’d come back to her room to divest of her stays and outer layers. Seduce him, test him—it was a good plan, until it wasn’t.
As her soaked fingers shuttled in and out of her dripping cunt, Molly wasn’t sure if she’d passed her own challenge. Playing with fire often got you burned, and she felt like she might combust with how much she needed his touch.
Her tits ached for attention, but her hands were too busy. It was all too much, and with a growl, she finished herself off with a trusty stroke of her callused thumb over her clitoris.
Molly heaved as her cunt clenched down on her fingers, trying to grasp and suck at what wasn’t there. She stroked and stroked herself, prolonging her pleasure, until finally, she collapsed back on the bed, spent.
As she lay there, sleep blurring the corners of her vision, Molly drifted on errant, unlinked thoughts.
Need to finish the dress so I have something to wear.
And,Need to truly seduce him.
Allarion’s shoulders hunched as he bent over himself, straining the seams of his tunic. Teeth exposed to the air in a vicious snarl, he leaned his weight against the doorframe of Molly’s bedchamber, his other hand manhandling his angry cock.
He strained his ears to hear Molly’s small sounds of pleasure over the cacophony of his breath sawing in and out of his lungs. Although feeling a beast looming there at her door, he couldn’t help himself. Couldn’t help following her as she’d fled back to her room, nor listening as she began to pleasure herself.
One day very soon, those sounds would behis.He would know their very taste as she made them into his mouth while his cock slid inside her wet heat, taking what he knew to be his.
There was a brutal pleasure in knowing that even as she tested and teased him, she wasn’t immune. Her body knew what it wanted, no doubt sensed the pleasures he could give. Very soon, her heart and mind would understand it, too.
And when that day came, Allarion wouldfeast.
A mewling little moan emanated from under her door, and he shuddered with orgasm at the sound. He painted the door with his spend, unable to stop as his hips thrust home, seeking a warmth that wasn’t yet there.
His mouth hung open as he panted with release, his body shaking from the force.
Yet, his blasted fangs still ached something fierce.
From the darkness, a bucket and rag came sliding down the hall to clean his mess. Pushing back from the door, Allarion tucked himself away.
He might have been embarrassed at the sight of his spend all over her door, proof of his beastly, desperate need for her, if it didn’t satisfy some deep, primeval part of him. Marking his territory was a base, animalistic need—no doubt one Bellarand would approve of. Still, Allarion couldn’t say he regretted it.
Soon, sweetling. Soon you will be mine in all ways.
18
Molly found it bittersweet saying farewell to the house as they prepared to leave for Dundúran. Turning to wave one more time, she called, “We’ll be home soon, house!”
She didn’t miss the goofy little grin that brought to Allarion’s face. Molly hadn’t missed his growing worries over returning to the city and what it might mean for them, either. While she did intend to visit her family and see how they were getting on with their new fortune, she also intended to stay with Allarion—both in Dundúran and coming back to Scarborough.
She’d promised herself a seduction of her stoic fae, and she wouldn’t be denied.
Preparing for their trip had taken most of Molly’s time, leaving her too tired by evening to enact any of her seductive plans. Still, she was happy she made the effort as she stood in the cold morning with a brand-new gown, every seam straight and the embroidery some of her best work. Having a pretty new garment gave her a little more confidence to ride into Dundúran Castle alongside her fae.
Molly watched as Allarion kitted Bellarand with his riding blanket, a set of stirrups, and their bags.
Careful,the unicorn complained,I’m not some common pack mule.
“And yet you’re still an ass to me,” Molly quipped, grinning evilly when the unicorn shot her a glare.
“Don’t start,” laughed Allarion. “We haven’t even gotten on the road yet.”
Snickering, Molly allowed Allarion to hoist her up onto Bellarand’s back.
NOTHING FUNNY, NOW,she thought, focusing on the back of his head.
Bellarand grunted, ears twitching.No need to shout.
