Page 52 of The Fae Menagerie
I needed more time than that. Days, to be honest, but I would take as many hours as he would give me. "Tonight, after dinner."
He whined at the back of his throat, but then he gave me a beatific smile and planted his hands on his hips. "The wait will make it even more pleasurable."
No, it would not, not with Parker bending over to grab a book off the bottom shelf or spreading out on the library bench with one leg hooked over the top of it, a book propped against his thigh. Not when he kept glancing at me between chapters to see what I was doing. My book was flat on the table, long forgotten, as I watched him devour one of my favorite erotica titles from cover to cover.
When he finished, he fanned himself with the slender book. "Are you sure you want to wait until after dinner?"
"I want to take my time, and the food will force itself down our throats if we're not there to eat it like civilized folk."
"Your throat," he reminded me. "I can eat whenever I want, since I'm not the prisoner here."
He grinned at me, but then his face fell. He was a prisoner, and we both knew it. My enclosure didn't force him to do anything, but he couldn't leave any more than I could. Mind-blowing sex could only distract so much from reality. Neither of us would escape any time soon.
Chapter
Nineteen
PARKER
After dinner,Doyle disappeared into the bedroom. I sat on the couch in the living room, trying to read a book. The shower started its pitter patter a moment later, and my thoughts drifted.
I'd enjoyed our month of kissing, groping, and happy endings, but I wanted more from Doyle. He was holding back on purpose.
I understood his reasons. He was bigger and stronger than me, and if that wasn't enough, he was virtually immortal, though now I knew those giant wasps could have killed him, if enough had stung him at once.
Luckily, that hadn't been their aim. They'd wanted to kill me.
They'd tried and failed. How made no sense. The sting, even from a dead wasp, should have killed me five times over. Doyle had switched the library to natural history for me when I'd asked about the other creatures in the menagerie. Already, I had learned more than I ever wanted to know about wasp and cuddlebug diets, mating rituals, and reproduction practices.
I'd also learned basilisks were what we would call an endangered species in the human realm. We'd killed one of the last greater basilisks. While I felt bad for ending its life, I was still grateful Doyle and I were alive and it was not. It shouldn'thave escaped its enclosure, so honestly, it was Aidan's fault, or whomever had handled its captivity.
The telltale squeak of Doyle's nightstand drawer brought me back to the present, and what I hoped the near future entailed. I needed Doyle to stop stalling and fuck me already, or at least let me fuck him.
"Come to me, mionblath."
I still didn't know what mionblath meant, but I answered his call without hesitation.
Doyle stood by his closet door with a thick black tie in his hands. It usually hung on the peg with his wasp racket.
He handed the black silk to me. "Will you tie me up when I ask? Both hands behind my back."
I whined. I wanted to be the one tied up, and I most certainly wanted his hands on me. "No."
He cocked an eyebrow at me. "No?"
"I want you to tie me to your bed rails. I want to watch you work yourself open for my cock, and then I want to watch you stroke yourself while you ride me."
Doyle closed his eyes and bit down on his bottom lip with a whimper. "How do you always know what I want?"
My chest felt lighter with the confirmation. He wanted this, too. "Please, Doyle. Haven't I taken charge enough? Tonight, I want you to take your pleasure."
He groaned and stepped forward, pushing me toward his bed. "Aren't you afraid I'll hurt you?"
"Have you ever hurt your lovers physically?"
He stared over my shoulder. "No, but?—"
"You love them and leave them," I reminded myself. "When you're done with me, where will you go?"
