Page 64 of Wrath of the Fae Queen
He drags my consciousness deeper into the tree, right up to the wisteria’s source that flickers and glows like a violet flame. It flares around us, probing but not touching. It offers itself up to Aldrin to take hold of, but it is wary of me.
Then Aldrin pours his power inside mine. Around mine. Penetrating, consuming and connecting with every part of me until we are one, in the way that only mates can be. I cry out a sound that is half a choked whimper, half a throaty moan.
He is deeper inside me than when his cock is buried to the hilt within my core, hitting those delectable spots. It is like having his tongue, his cock and his fingers buried within every orifice all at once, his body touching every inch of my bare flesh, his mind wrapped around mine, showing me his pleasure on top of my own, and still this is more intense.
That purple light flares around us both, offering itself to my power as it does his, recognizing the demonstration of our mate bond in the alignment of our two souls. I am a sweating, shaking mess by the time Aldrin leads our joint consciousness out of the tree and completely back into our separate bodies.
When I open my eyes, his are right before me, the amber of them burning with hot desire. He lifts my chin and kisses me with hunger, his lips sliding against mine and his tongue entering my mouth, claiming me.
I lean into him, wanting more.
Needing everything and all of him.
There is a tugging at my clothes, coming from multiple different spots. Long, velvety tendrils creep up my legs and over my waist. I suck in a sharp breath as my heart stutters with fear and I pull away from him, eyes wide, then glance down at myself. Thin branches have sprouted from the tree and formed cords, encircling my thighs almost to the point where they curve inward and meet. They lift the skirt of my dress all the way up. Others pull at the buttons of my neckline, slowly undoing them.
“Aldrin, the tree! Is it sentient?” I panic, trying to pull away from it, but the hold is tight.
He looks upon me with a simmering heat that tightens the pit of my belly, his gaze traveling lower, watching closely as the fabric covering me is unwrapped like a present. “The Wisteria of Mythanar is not sentient. It is like any other tree in that way, bending to my will.”
The tension immediately flows from my body. I remain completely still as the woody coils wrap around each thigh. As they pry open my neckline to reveal my breasts, snaking around them and across my back. My chest rises and falls heavily as the thinnest tendrils dance across my nipples, pinching at them and stimulating the sensitive flesh.
“Oh, gods, Aldrin,” I moan. “I’d prefer your hands and mouth on me instead.”
He raises an eyebrow and sits back on his legs. “Would you now? What if I told you I’m not going to touch you? Not until you are a shaking, begging mess. Not until you have earned it. Do you remember that punishment I promised you?”
Heat pools in my core as it throbs for him. “Please. I want you now. Don’t deprive me when it has been so long.”
The vinelike coils climb up my belly and across my skin from under my dress, and in one fluid motion, pull it over my head. They make short work of tearing away my panties, and veryquickly I am naked before him, on my knees with multiple loops of his rope wrapped around me.
His eyes fixate on the shadowy depths between my thighs. With a flick of his wrist, he has that rope pull my legs wide apart. He inspects the wetness slicking my core, so painfully close his breath caresses my intimate parts.
It drives me wild.
“Please, Aldrin.Please. Just one lick.”
He laughs, coming up to meet my gaze. “Perhaps next time you won’t throw yourself away for me. I want you to value yourself as much as I do—not as a commodity to be spent, or a shield to be put before other people, but as a precious queen this world cannot do without.”
He gives my neck a long, slow lick, conceding to my demand, though not in the way I want.
“Remember my oath, Keira. I cannot restrain you like this unless you want it. The Wisteria of Mythanar responds to your command as well as mine. It will stop if you tell it to. But I really hope you will let me do everything and anything I want to you.”
His words send a sensual thrill tingling through me and I melt. A ropy branch reaches down from the top canopy and encircles my arms from wrist to elbow, then raises them above my head, all while my knees are still buried in the carpet of moss and soft petals.
So softly, ever so gently, I am dragged to my feet by the bindings on my wrists, with other ropes keeping my legs wide. More wrap around me, weaving across my waist and around my breasts. They writhe, caressing every inch of my body except for my core, where I desperately need the friction.
I am completely at his mercy, utterly by choice.
Aldrin watches my body twitch and shudder as my skin flashes hot and cold with anticipation. I let out a whimper as one vine nears my core, then flicks away. His burning amber eyesflick up to mine, and he cocks a single eyebrow in question. He knows exactly what he is doing to me. The bastard is enjoying this sweetest torment.
“Do you need something, Keira?” that low voice mocks.
I have no idea what he is planning to do to me, but he could burn down the entire palace around us right now and I wouldn’t stop him.
These games he plays—they drive me insane with need.
“I—I—” The words choke in my throat. I can’t even rub my thighs together to alleviate the burn of my desire.
“This is your punishment.” He runs a finger all the way down my belly, making it clench as his touch gets lower and lower, lifting away from me right before he reaches my clit. “Tell me what I want to hear.”
