Page 26 of Atop the Faerie Throne
“I would die for you, burn Fellgotha to the ground if you asked. Fuck. I’d travel to the afterlife and slay Balor in your name if it would make you believe me, but I understand why you don’t. I’ve been a fucking awful mate.”
What do I say to that? I’m still struggling to form a response when his throat bobs and his hands slowly lower back to his lap, defeated.
I climb to my knees and slip from the bed, padding over to him on bare feet. My fingers find his proud chin, tipping his face back up so I can read him. Over his heart, the chains surrounding the blooming rose tattoo loosen, then shatter, but he doesn’t seem to notice.
He’s too busy studying my expression, waiting for my judgement. Bracing himself for my rejection. My free hand—the one covered in the blue strokes of his mating mark—drops to his pale hair, tugging on the short strands gently.
Then I drop my lips to his and claim him.
Caed stiffens, like he was expecting a blow, then relaxes under the contact. His lips—which are surprisingly soft—part eagerly, letting me take the lead.
I’m not used to being in charge, but I can’t deny the thrill that having him at my mercy brings as I deepen the contact, sweeping my tongue out to twine with his. He tastes sweet, with a hint of that bitter liquorice I’ve come to associate with him, and his body slumps with a silent groan.
Breaking our kiss, I look into his eyes, then up at the rest of my Guard. How far can we go? How farshouldwe go? What’s allowed?
Drystan takes a deep breath, leaning forward and resting his elbows on his knees. “Fomorian, you might as well make use of that big mouth of yours and get her off.”
He’s acting unaffected, but the erection protruding proudly from his lap ruins the façade.
Is there… a little smugness coming from his end of the bond?
He’s enjoying this. Enjoying bossing Caed around from that chair like the domineering lord he is. I thought that Caed would object, but his bound hands are already reaching for my calves. He lifts one foot, pressing a delicate kiss to the inside of my ankle.
My wings flare, helping me keep my balance, but most of my focus is on him.
Caed’s touching me like I’m made of glass and might shatter at any moment. Like I’m precious, and he wants to commit every second of this to memory. He whispers something in Fomorian against my skin, and though I don’t understand it, the tone is worshipful.
I wobble, and Lore is behind me in the next moment. His hands press into my shoulders, then sweep down to cup my upper arms as he takes over the job of helping me to stay upright.
“Shall I show him what to do, pet?” the redcap murmurs in my ear, taking the pointed lobe between his lips and nipping sharply. “Do you want two tongues in that pretty cunt, drinking you down until you come on our faces?”
My breath hitches, and I feel his grin against my hair.
“Yes,” I gasp. “I want that.”
Caed is still kissing his way up my leg, his mouth gentle against the inside of my knee as Lore traces his tongue down the curve of my neck, swirling at my nape before licking a path down my spine.
“You’re dripping dust for them,” Bree murmurs, from the bed where he and Jaro are watching with heat in their eyes.
“And it’s delicious.” Lore’s lips brush the edge of one wing, and I shiver from my head to my toes. He focuses his attention on the dimples at the base of my spine, lavishing them with open-mouthed kisses as Caed lifts my leg.
“Higher,” Lore mutters to him, steadying me with one hand on my hip. “I have a mark that needs to be worshipped.”
Caed lifts my knee farther, encouraging me to rest my unmarked thigh on his shoulder. My hands once again find his hair as Lore grabs my ass, holding me in place as he ducks hishead to my other leg and caresses the red slashing lines of his mark with his tongue.
“Fuck!” I cry out. The contact causes every single muscle south of my navel to clench, and pleasure lights me up from within.
“Pay attention, blue.” Lore’s and Caed’s breaths fan over my pussy, hot against the arousal already dripping down my leg. “You might learn something.”
My hand fists in my redcap’s hair, tugging lightly in reprimand; but this is Lore. He groans like I’ve given him a reward and traces the trail of wetness up my inner thigh with his tongue.
My Fomorian doesn’t seem put off by the taunt. Instead, he huffs out a half laugh that makes me squirm. Those lethal mouths are just inches from my weeping sex, and pleasure is so close I can taste it, so why haven’t they done anything yet?
I can’t tell who gives in first, but two tongues are finallythere, tracing the lips of my pussy. Two sets of hands—one cuffed, and one not—spread me open, steadying me as they take their time feasting on me like I’m their last meal.
One mouth—Caed’s, I think—finds my clit, and I jerk like I’ve been electrocuted. He looks up at me, turquoise eyes molten as he reads my reaction along the bond, then dives back in for more. Flicking his tongue mercilessly against the bundle of nerves until I’m shaking in place.
Lore hums, teasing my entrance with deliberately light strokes as his thumb caresses his mating mark. Their mouths, so close together, combined with their breath against the most sensitive place on my body, have me whining and writhing against their hold. It’s so intense I almost fall over. My hands fist in their hair as Jaro’s larger ones span my waist from behind, giving me the support I need to relax fully into the males devouring me.
