Page 54 of Atop the Faerie Throne
When his grip turns steely, I lean into him.
“I have a confession to make,” he murmurs silkily against my skin.
“What?”
“I may have…misledthe dullahan about my plans.”
Blink.
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Lorcan
She tenses as we reappear in the middle of the massacre, but I quickly distract her by moving my other hand down to the crotch of her leggings and pressing the heel of my hand across her clithard. I can feel her heat through the fabric, and it’s glorious.
“You’ll keep us safe, won’t you?” I ask with false innocence, loving the way her eyes widen with alarm.
It’s not just fear, though. Those pouty lips part on a gasp as I rotate my palm, shifting the pressure enough to drive her to her toes as she chases it. She wants this. Danu made her to be a redcap’s mate. My fucking mate.
She’s so pretty when desire darkens her features. Prettier still surrounded by carnage. My mouth goes dry at the vision of her naked, painted in blood.
One day! One stab at a time—or was it step? Eh. Who cares?
Ghosts surround us, their spectral outlines blurred by the sea of under fae passing through them as they join the fun. When redcaps go to war, we don’t bother taking our caps off to collectthe blood. We just rip our enemies apart until their life-force falls like rain.
Glorious, sticky red rain. The brim of my hat extends to collect as much as possible. Blood showers Rose as well, splattering her in victory as I use my thumb to angle her jaw back and up towards me and kiss her.
Fucking perfection. The taste of her, mixed with the scent of death in the air and the warm wetness of blood on my skin, is heady. Her teeth nip at my tongue in quiet reprimand, and I take the punishment gladly. She can bite all she likes, as long as she doesn’t ask me to stop.
The spirits around us fight on. Screams erupt from all directions, making my pulse race until I’m dizzy with it. Drunk on Rose and violence.
Grinding my cock against the plushness of her ass, I rotate my palm again before using my claws to rip away the fabric separating me from my mark. It’s only her thigh, but she tenses a little until she realises she can’t feel the cool air on her bare pussy…yet.
I’m not obsessed with touching my mark. I just want to do it every second of every minute of every day. And when my ears pick up the sound of someone approaching before I can indulge myself, it makes me a little bit stabby.
Without looking back, I blink. Our would-be-attacker’s throat tears like paper under my claws. Blink. I’m back in front of Rose this time, kissing her like her world is ending as his blood joins the fountains around us.
Should’ve maimed him a little more. Oh well. Next time.
I can almost hear the smoke whistling out of the dullahan’s ears from here. It makes me grin and kiss my pet harder.
She moans into my mouth, her perky little breasts moulding to the shape of my free hand as I massage them over her tunic. My claws leave dark stains on the fabric.
I want to see his blood on her so badly. How pretty the red will be against that creamy skin. I’ll clean her up with my hat and?—
Nope. Don’t rip it off.Don’trip it off.
She asked me not to. I shove my hand under the hem of her tunic instead.
There’s always next time, after all. Therewillbe a next time—if I don’t fuck this up. The others think our lush little female is too delicate for this, but they’re wrong. Look how far she’s come. Even now, with death all around and an audience, she’s responding so sweetly to my touch.
When my hand finally becomes reacquainted with her breast, I rake one blood-streaked claw over the hard little bud of her nipple until she gasps against my mouth and sucks on my tongue like it’s my cock. One of her tiny hands reaches down to cup my crotch in return, and I grin ferally against her.
“What do you plan to do with that, little pet?” I ask, hoping against hope that she says something like ‘fuck it’.
I swear I come a little every time she says filthy things to me.
Rose glances up at me, a hint of intoxicating vulnerability mixed with the determination and mischief in her purple gaze.
