Page 87 of Atop the Faerie Throne
She’s tackling me but bombarding me with fuzzy feelings to allay any negative emotions that the action might trigger. Goddess, what did I ever do to deserve her?
I drop several feet, tucking in my wings as she presses a suckling kiss to the curve of my neck, right over Lox’s beak, then strokes my cat ears in a way that has me all kinds of distracted.
Her interest stirs questioningly, and I banish the tiny voice that tells me I should wait for Drystan or one of the others. She’s out here with me,wants me, and I don’t have the strength to resist her when she undoes the strap at the back of her neck and lets the front of her dress fall to her waist, exposing her breasts to the air.
Is it any wonder that it takes me a few seconds to gather my wits enough to chase after her? Rose, happy now that she’s raised the intensity of our game, squeaks like prey and goes lower, using the branches as cover.
Clever dragonfly. Using her smaller size and wingspan to her advantage.
Grinning, I bank left. I’ve done a lot more flying around her city than she has, so I know she’s about to run out of trees. I headfor where I think she’ll exit the forest with the sun behind me and am rewarded when I manage to catch her around the waist and pull her into me, rubbing my aching cock against the crease of her ass in search of some relief.
“Got you,” I parrot her earlier words back at her, running my lips over the edge of her top wings, which go still as I take over flying for the both of us.
One of my hands releases her, tracing up her ribs to cup her bare breast and torment the warm weight there. Her nipple is a hard little point, digging into my palm as I squeeze lightly, drawing a gasp from her.
“You cheated,” she complains, but there’s no heat behind the accusation. No, she’s too busy squirming, coating my chest in her dust.
I breathe her in and moan.
Goddess, I need to calm down or land. If I do neither, we’ll fly into a tree.
Decision made, I keep kissing every piece of her that I can reach as we start a lazy spiral down to a clearing a fair way outside the city. Every single time my tongue brushes her skin, tasting that heady combination of sweat and dust, my cock pulses.
I need her. Now.
Our feet crunch on the pine-needle strewn floor, but the noises and scents of the forest are drowned out by the racing of our hearts and the shaking desperation in my hands as I shove her forward, forcing her to brace her forearms against the trunk of the nearest tree.
Her pretty wings droop on either side of her ribs, leaving her spine exposed. My eyes travel the length of her, lingering on my mark on her right hand, before flowing back down her body to where two pieces of fabric are all that prevent me from making us as close as two fae can possibly be.
I flip up the skirt of her dress and—Fuck. There’s a wet patch on her leggings. If I had any remaining willpower before, that dark stain erases it. A brief caress of Espen’s coils on my arm and our forked tongue snakes out, letting me bask in the perfect blend of scents that is our combined arousal mixed with the wilderness. It’s a measure of how lost I am that I summon his fangs as well, though I manage to keep them retracted.
Goddess. I should slow down. I should…
Rational thought intercedes for just a second, long enough for me to stammer out… “Dragonfly, I?—”
Her head falls down into the space between her arms, a needy whine breaking free of her throat as she rubs her ass against my crotch. Fuck. I need those layers between us gone, or I’m going to embarrass myself.
“Do it. Take me.”
Gladly.
I run one hand down my abs, borrowing Naris’s claws to rip through the butter-soft fabric hiding her round little ass. A fresh wave of her honey-sweet scent smacks into me the second they’re out of the way, and I don’t even process the time it takes for me to shred my own laces, pull my cock free, and sink straight into her tight, welcoming wet heat.
“Rose,” I groan as she twists, trying to switch our positions. I won’t last if she succeeds. I’m barely hanging on as it is. My fingers dig into her hips, keeping her still, and I collapse over her, licking the length of her glittering spine. “Goddess. Don’t you move. Don’t you fucking?—”
A guttural snarl, torn from my chest, silences whatever order I might’ve given as she tenses her inner muscles, her walls clamping down on me like a vise.
It’s over.
My hips slam against her soft ass as I find the junction of her neck with my mouth. The fangs that were previously safelyretracted, scrape menacingly at her pulse. Warning her to be still. Making sure she knows exactly who’s in charge here as I plunge desperately into her.
The danger drives her arousal higher. The mating bond is vibrating with how much she loves the dominance of the move, and her pulse flutters beneath my lips. I’m shaking, shuddering with the force of our combined need, and my common sense has fled, stolen away by the obscene noises filling our own little private bubble.
This is a bad idea, but she’s so responsive beneath my touch. The cries tearing free of her throat are wild and only for me. Reckless.
Her whimpers start to take on a frenzied edge, her body writhing and sparkling beneath mine, and I know she’s close. I don’t have it in me to deny her. I want to watch her as she flies towards the sun and rapture more than I want my next heaving breath.
“Come,” I hiss against her skin, penetrating deep into her swollen heat for the last time.
