Page 67 of The Iron Fae
"Fuck." He growls. "You're addicting, Briar."
He slams himself into me, pounding against my sex. Air wheezes from him as he fills me entirely. I can feel how close he is to finishing and it taunts me with want.
Through my own haze of bliss, I grind every part of my slickness against him, fucking him as deep as he can go until his lips part with the most dragging breath that never seems to fully reach his lungs.
Lincoln holds me against him, thrusting, quickly and powerfully, until his body convulses. The strength of his orgasm rattles my mind and makes my muscles clench around his dick as it vibrates through me as much as it does him. The moan that rushes from my lips is more of a scream.
He lifts himself up, only to push as deep as he can go. Then, slowly, he pulls himself from me.
I feel empty without him. Gently, he sets me down on unsteady legs, but I have to lean heavily to keep myself upright. Rough fingers find my chin and pull me in for one last kiss.
"You're mine now. And no other man can claim you." He reaches above him and light flickers on.
Mine… I recall very clearly how Fae don’t date.
They fuck.
I’m suddenly aware that what he and I have is more than fucking. Much, much more.
I blink, but my eyes adjust to the light so quickly, I realize it isn't necessary but habit. Lincoln bends to pull up his pants.
The walls felt so close, the room so small, because... it is. Cleaning supplies and brooms are carefully lined up on shelves or hung on hooks. A... a fucking broom closet?
Oh my God. I wonder how many of them knew I was taking Lincoln into a closet and not just a different room.
Did they hear the clatter of cleaning supplies and the probably louder clatter of my climax?
There is no hiding the crimson that creeps up my neck and stains my cheeks and my ears now. Lincoln smirks as reaches for a few rags that are folded behind my head. His callouses catch on my dress as he moves the skirt and uses a cloth to absorb all of the mess.
"We're in a fucking broom closet," I swear.
"I can also see that."
I pull up my underwear and push down my wrinkled dress. Lincoln smooths my hair and presses a slow kiss to my forehead.
"Well..." I swallow. "we have to go back out there sometime."
"We should go back out there now."
"How do I look?"
"Like you just got fucked," Lincoln whispers with a smile.
"Stop, no. You're supposed to make me feel better." I cover my hot cheeks.
He pulls my hands down. "You look lovely. Would you like me to open the door for you?"
"If you would be so kind." My voice is strained. The heat of the moment is quickly dissolving as my chest and stomach ball up with the familiar nervousness. It's magnified by the knowledge that even if they act clueless everyone in the next room likely knows what we've just done.
I hit the light, hoping that if they didn't know this was a closet, they would continue to not know. It eases some of my worries. Lincoln opens the door. As I step in front of him and into the next room, he twirls a strand of hair on his finger as if to reform the curl.
Jase's attention is immediately on me. His eyes bore into my skin, his lips pressed tightly to hold back a smile. The white of his teeth pokes out and he digs them into the flesh of his bottom lip as I flash my eyes in warning.
So maybe this wasn't the best look for an up and coming queen...
"She's back!" Someone cheers.
“I think you mean,she’s come,” Jase says under his breath with that same asshole smile.
