Page 121 of Atop the Faerie Throne
I claim her lips again, kissing her and tasting those ridiculous fae sweets on her tongue until she squirms beneath me, pressing our chests together. Ancestors. Static buzzes between us at the contact, and I give in to the temptation to cup the heavy weight of her tits in my hands. She’s so fucking soft. The opposite of everything I’ve ever known. The way she cradles my head as I lower it to kiss the dip of her collarbone, the curve of her breast…
There’s no doubt in my mind right now that this female is mine, that I love her more than life itself, and that she feels the same way about me. When I suck one pearled nipple into my mouth, lapping the dust from her like I’ll die if I can’t taste every last drop, she arches against me, funnelling the sensation down our bond.
All of the redcap’s lectures are noise in the back of my mind. I don’t need them. Rose is showing me exactly what she craves. She loves when my hand massages whichever breast my mouth isn’t occupied with. Her moans when I press both tits together, alternating between them with swift little sucks and licks, satisfies a part of me I didn’t even know existed.
I pay homage to her tits until her impatience and the grinding of her core against my abs become too much, then I trace my tongue down the subtle swell of her belly and down to the soaked, glistening folds of her pussy. All rational thought dissolves at the first taste of her.
Sweet, floral, and tart, just like I remember. I groan against her little clit, swirling my tongue there until the fingers in my hair turn to claws. Her hips arch against my mouth, her breath coming in choppy little pants that seem to travel straight to my heavy balls. Gripping her thighs tighter, I pin her down as I lick her through her first orgasm and onto the next, until my face is coated in her release and her body is a shaky wreck.
When I finally pry her fingers free of my hair and sit back on my heels to admire my work, she looks up at me, dazed.
“Don’t make me beg,” she says. “I need you, Caed.”
Beg? No. She never has to beg me ever again.
Reaching down, I palm my cock, sliding it against the mess I’ve made of her pussy for the first time, hissing out a breath at the scorching heat. Without meaning to, I sink an inch inside her, gnashing my teeth together as I fight the urge to come instantly.
It’s like sticking my dick into scorching hot, clenching lava. A hundred times better than her mouth, and my hips jerk before I can help it.
“Let go,” Rose says, her hands coming to rest on my shoulders as she lifts her lower body, taking another half inch of me.
Fuck it.
I bury myself into her without finesse, letting out a chain of curses when she clenches around me like the world’s tightest fist in response.
“Caed,” she moans. “More. Goddess, move.”
If I move, I’m going to come. Pinning her in place with my weight, I drop my forehead to hers, trying to stave off the inevitable. My balls draw up as she clenches around me like she’s trying to choke the life from my cock, and I pant for air like it will somehow save me from the indignity of what’s about to happen.
“Mercy. Little queen. Fuck. I can’t even think…” Every word is caught between ragged drags of air as I fight not to explode.
Ancestors, I might be a virgin, but I swore to myself I was going to make sure she came before I did.
“Don’t think. Fuck me.” Her tone turns bossy, and I huff out a laugh that blends with the drumbeats still permeating the night.
Unfortunately, she chooses that moment to wiggle, and I slide impossibly deeper with a moan.
“Do you want this to be over before we’ve even started?” I ask her, though it’s really more of a plea. “Because I am so fucking close.”
She pulls me down for a kiss, violet eyes sparkling with mirth. “Pleasedon’t come until I do. Now fuck me.”
I draw back, able to function again now that I’m not three seconds from embarrassing myself. Cursing, I thrust back inside her welcoming heat and realise what she’s done.
I can’t come. The tingling at the base of my spine is intense. Every nerve in my body is coiled tight like a spring, and there’s no relieving it. She’s charmed me into staying on the edge for as long as it takes me to send her over as well. Fuck. Everything about this female is designed to drag me into torment.
But it never felt this good before.
My hands fall to her hips, lifting her a little until she whines with every thrust. “There,” she gasps, though it’s unnecessary when I can feel the fireworks of pleasure she’s experiencing along the bond. “Don’t stop.”
I have absolutely no intention of doing so. Not when she moans every time I pull out and arches so beautifully with every stroke back in. Not when my blood has turned to fire in my veins, and pleasure forms starbursts in her beautiful eyes. Every single drum of my body into hers is a fucking revelation, and when I think my heart might burst under the strain, I lift my thumb to rub desperately at her clit.
She explodes with a shout, and my soul leaves my body. My balls draw up, and my orgasm tackles me from the base of my spine. I’m pretty sure my vision actually goes white as I collapse over her, trembling.
It takes a minute for me to catch my breath and turn us, so she’s cradled across my chest.
Unbidden, the vision Danu once showed me springs to the front of my mind. I held her like this, then.
“I saw our son, once,” I tell her, my voice so quiet that I don’t think she hears me.
