Page 48 of Vicious Fates and Vast Futures
It doesn’t take her skilled mouth long before I’m gently thrusting up into her in need. Shortly after, my muscles tighten. A little sound of desire escapes from her and that’s the end of my control. I shoot for her, spurting down her throat as my body tenses and my focus narrows to my powerful mate. She swallows every drop, making pleased noises.
“Good girl. That’s it, baby,” I mumble from under her, knowing she enjoys the praise as much as I enjoy giving it—and almost as much as I enjoy meeting her desires.
I focus on her clit, lips around her and my tongue running up it in long strokes. I feel her sit up, getting off her hands. And now her gorgeous ass is rocking, riding my face.
Nope, I decide, this is how I want to die.Fucking smother me, baby.I place my hands on her hips and hold on for dear life. She’s taking what she wants here and I love it.
Soon she is whimpering, making her little high-pitched noises that tell me she’s about to explode. Suddenly, she does, hips freezing as pleasure overtakes her. As her orgasm slowly crests, I go back to lapping at her. She’s still as she groans and I feel her cunt clench.
She rolls off me, laying on her side, panting.
“Poor mate, so empty.” I grin. “Want me to fix that?” I smile.
“Yes. But after tea with Seren.”
I groan but don’t argue. Being mated to an important Fae means we don’t get to lay in bed and chase our pleasure all day every day.
“Come on, love.” Adi tosses on a gorgeous little teal dress with tiny straps. She looks delectable. A spike of desire shocks through me. I just had her but I want her again already.
“Baby, tell me I can bend you over, toss that dress up, and eat you from behind later.”
She just winks at me and dances out of my grasp with a little giggle as I reach for her again. I’m grinning as I climb out of bed.
I dress quickly while she braids her hair, and we leave the rooms.
The hallways are quiet. It’s fairly early for the spoiled partying-hard Court to be up and about. We pass a few servants and Adi smiles and greets them all by name. I see an annwn hound, Colm, who I’ve been sparring with here and there. He carries an armful of bedding, headed for the laundry, no doubt.
“Still on for next week?” he barks genially.
I nod. “Of course. You’re getting good with a dagger. We gotta keep at it.”
He smiles and nods without slowing. My mood darkens, wondering if he would stop to chat if he wasn’t worried about getting in trouble.
We enter the hallway where most of the royals are housed. I wonder if Adi’s rooms had been placed elsewhere as a sign of dishonor or if she requested the space from these jerks. We pass Albon’s rooms and I hear high-pitched giggles. Urien’s room has multiple masculine moans wafting outward.Living up to Adi's teasing nickname of “fuckbois,”I think as I smile to myself.
Adi knocks on Seren’s door gently. The queen’s guards stare forwards aloofly. Adi has been spending more time with her grandmother since Eira’s death. Seren has seemed aimless since. I suppose that even though she caused the deaths, she is still grieving her long-time lover and her granddaughter.
I ponder that: what the loss of my child’s child would do to me, even if they had been stabbing me in the back. Or the loss of a lover, even if they were sticking their dick in someone else. I feel a flare of anger at the thought of Bryn fucking someone else besides the ladies. I shake my head to dispel the thoughts.
The death of Eira and Captain Declan went over like a fart in Temple. The royal houses were shocked that the queen would kill both her captain and her granddaughter, even for the rather heinous crime. They had the sense not to say anything publicly,not that the broken queen would have noticed in her current state.
The houses that had been aligned with Eira are rudderless, according to Maudey’s intel. They had tossed their hats in with the “pure-blooded” heir, and even if they had never been openly against Adelaide, they surely suspected that Adi knew about their mutiny. They are struggling with organization now that their champion is dead. But we imagine that if we give them too much time, they’ll right themselves and organize properly. And we can’t have that.
A guard opens the door and ushers us in. Seren is waiting in her reception room for us, sitting at her large dining table with a delicate tea serving set in the center. I can smell the cinnamon in the fruity tea the Queen favors from here.
She greets us blandly. “Granddaughter. Osmund.” She looks worn, thinner than normal. I suppose killing a family member could kill your appetite. She passes us plates of shortbread as Adi pours tea for us all.
Adi sits, teacup cradled in her hand. “How are things with the banshee faction? Have they agreed to the new border zone?”
Seren looks down at her cup for a long moment before glancing up listlessly. “Oh, it’s fine. Going fine.”
Adi’s gaze catches mine, sadness written across her face. I give a tiny shrug helplessly. What the hell do I know? Females are utterly mysterious. I don’t even understand how to comfort Adi unless it involves snuggling her soft body against mine and letting her skin soak in my love as I play with her hair.
I wrack my brain for a topic. “Queen Seren, have you been planning a new themed dinner?” I sound like an idiot. I grimace at Adi but she nods encouragingly.
Before Seren can respond, a knock sounds on the outer door. My eyes snap to the entry as I tense. A guard escorts Olwyn in.
I feel a flare of annoyance from Adi as we both take in Olwyn, who’s dressed elaborately in a silver gown that feels better suited to an evening event than morning tea with family.
