Page 59 of The Fae Menagerie
He pulled back to scrutinize my face.
"Take me to bed. Fuck me like my life depends on it."
We hadn't switched yet, but Doyle had been helping me stretch around his fingers for the last few nights. It had felt divine, especially when he sucked my cock at the same time.
"I want to feel you inside me, Doyle. I need you."
He buried his face in my neck and groaned. "I need you, too. That's what I'm saying. I can't lose you."
"You're going to lose me, regardless," I reminded him. "I'm human."
Doyle pulled back, and from his stern frown, he wanted to argue.
I smashed our lips together in a frantic kiss instead, showing him with my body all the things I couldn't say with my mouth. I was a coward in love. I rucked up his robe so I could run my hands over his thighs and grip his ass.
"We might miss dinner," Doyle reminded me. "In fact, I think I hear the dishes now."
I suffered through the longest meal of my life while Doyle eye-fucked me across the table. Tomato soup and grilled cheese sandwiches were one of the tastier meals the menagerie offered, but tonight, they tasted like paper and glue.
Finally, Doyle dropped his spoon into his bowl and reached for my hand. We dashed to the bedroom while the dishes clattered into the sink of their own accord.
Doyle stripped out of his robe just inside the door. I was supposed to be doing something, too, something important, but I forgot all about it when I saw Doyle's taut stomach and already engorged cock. He was so beautiful, and yet so powerful as he stalked toward me. His hands found my forgotten ones still at the collar of my shirt. He gently shoved them away and began unbuttoning, first my jacket, and then the shirt beneath it.
I couldn't look away from his heated gaze, even when he dipped down to kiss my exposed chest, one mouthful at a time. When he reached my nipple, I closed my eyes, arched my back, and moaned. His hot mouth sucked me in, teeth scraping my sensitive flesh only hard enough to make me writhe, and then releasing me to blow cool air over the peak.
"Shit, Doyle," I whimpered.
"What do you call me in the bedroom, mionblath?"
"Your Highness. Please, Your Highness."
"That's it." He chuckled. "Undo your pants while I finish with your shirt."
I once again forgot the order almost as soon as I received it. Doyle moved on to my other nipple and gave it the same attention. I shivered in anticipation, but the blast of cool air didn't come.
"Parker?"
"Yes?"
"Pants."
"Right. Your Highness."
He bit down on my nipple, making me yelp as I yanked down on the zipper and then shucked my pants and briefs off in one motion.
"That's better."
He finished with my buttons and let my shirt and jacket fall to the floor behind me. I would regret that when the wrinkles set in, but I was too far gone to care.
"Let me look at you."
My skin heated beneath his gaze, burning from my cheeks to my chest. My cock pointed straight at him, a bead of precome threatening to fall from the tip at any moment.
Doyle dropped to his knees and took the tip of my cock in his mouth, running his tongue flat over my slit. I grabbed his shoulders and held on for the ride while he slicked two fingers alongside my cock in his mouth. Then, he slid those fingers behind my balls, along my taint to my hole.
"Doyle, I won't last," I warned him.
"Who said you had to?" His eyes flashed with a wicked gleam through his thick eyelashes. "I have all night to make you yell my name."
