Page 28 of Atop the Faerie Throne
I caress the veiled mark on his forearm, and he shudders. The bond is so vivid between us, bringing a level of understanding that I don’t think we would ever have reached on our own.
He loves me, and the depth of that love is so vast, so incredible, that it steals my breath. With it comes a huge wealth of fear that he will never, ever, give voice to.
Drystan Snowchild has had too much taken from him. It’s so easy to see now that he’s terrified of losing me, too.
When I give myself over to him, surrendering, I can feel the magic happen. The fear lessens, the stranglehold of his need for control eases, and the love shines through.
“Are you going to fuck me, master?” I whisper against his lips, enjoying how pleasure lights him up from within at the last word.
“You’re not in my ropes, huntress,” he murmurs. “You don’t have to call me that.”
“It’s a special occasion,” I say, stealing another kiss as I take his hand and press it against the white mark on my chest, letting him experience just how much I like giving him control in this, how safe he makes me feel.
His hand catches the back of my neck, keeping me close when I would’ve ended the contact. Nipping my lower lip sharply, he releases me and leans back on his elbows.
“Sit on my lap and get me nice and wet, but don’t come.”
Swallowing, I hurry to obey, draping myself over his spread thighs. I gasp as the metal in his dick slides through my sopping wet folds.
Goddess, I will never get used to that.
His big hands come to rest on my hips, drawing me close so that his cock is sandwiched between us, and I sense more than see Bree take up his position behind me.
He’s found some lube from somewhere and carefully works it into my ass as I grind my sex against Drystan’s scorching length, teasing myself with the barbells rolling over my clit on each pass.
“Breathe out for me,” Bree says, and I jolt as he replaces his fingers with the blunt head of his dick.
He whispers his lips over the sensitive point of my ear as he forges his way into the tightest place in my body. His fingers cup my throat, twisting my neck until our eyes meet. It’s a little awkward, but I can feel him using it to tether himself to here and now.
My heart overflows as I realise it gives him the same reassurance that Drystan gets from controlling me. He’s with me, his mate, and my purple gaze reminds him of that.
“I’m here,” I promise as he finally bottoms out, and my lower belly clenches and twists. “And I love you.”
The last is said to both of them, because Drystan is there, finally lining up his now-soaked cock with my entrance and pushing inside.
“Oh Goddess,” I whimper. The metal rubs against Bree through the barrier inside of me, making my nerves spark. “Move, both of you. Goddess, master, move.”
I know he hears the silent ‘please’ that I won’t voice in front of Bree, because his lips quirk.
“Feed me your tits, and I might consider it.”
What?I look at him, wide-eyed, and he arches a brow.
Oh, I could just…How? How can he act so unaffected when I know he’s just as desperate as I am for this? And how does he expect me to manage that while keeping eye contact with Bree?
With my free hand, I cup my left breast and hold it out in offering.
“Higher.”
Irritation sparks, and his palm cracks against my ass before I can give voice to it. My body clenches around them both, and Bree lets out a strangled sound.
“I did?—”
“You were going to sass me,” he counters before I can finish giving my excuses. “Now, lift your tit higher before I spank that next.”
Bossy, domineering… ugh!
I do as I’m told, mostly because I don’t want him giving Caed ideas. One mate who likes to turn my ass pink is enough for any female. The second my nipple is level with his mouth, he draws it between his lips and sucks.
