Page 120 of Atop the Faerie Throne
No. Probably not. But I’ve waited too long, and if this is all we ever get, I’m not wasting another second.
“Chase me,” I whisper, trying to pull him away from the fire and towards the darkness.
But he won’t give in so easily. He remains rooted to the spot, turning me so my back is plastered against his front. “You wanted to dance, little queen. Besides, if the dullahan were to come for us and find me chasing you… I don’t fancy my chances.”
My stomach dips, but I won’t let the curse steal this moment from us, so I roll my hips instead, drawing a tiny, hitched breath from him.
“Next time,” I promise, refusing to dwell on the fact that there might not be a next time.
Thirty-Seven
Caed
Rose is like silk against me, still dancing despite the sweat slicking her body, and Goddess, her hands. They’re everywhere. On my chest, fingers splayed possessively over the rose on my heart, running up my thighs in a tease, cupping my cock for a half-second before darting away again.
The drums around us seem to match my racing heart, and I hiss out a breath as her palm slides over the laces on my leathers.
The dour knight told me that I was free to touch her if she asked. The fucking redcap spent an hour drilling me on how to pleasure her, with a level of detail I don’t want to think about too deeply. I crave doing just that.
So why aren’t I?
I know why. Because some tiny noble part of me knows if we do this, and Danu follows through on her threat, Rose will be even worse off. Every selfish inch of me wants to worship her, imprinting her into my very skin before I die tomorrow, but I don’t want to hurt her.
That sneaky hand caresses the length of me for longer, the heat of her searing through the fabric, and I hiss out a breath. Grabbing both of her wrists and pinning them behind her back, I bend down to her height to kiss her neck, tasting the intoxicating mixture of sweat and glimmering dust that coats her.
“If you keep doing that,” I begin, “we won’t be dancing much longer.”
My control is razor-thin after that enchanted candy almost made me come in my fucking pants. Watching her tease me, practically undressing me with her eyes as she twirled around the fire, made it worse.
But Rose is in a bold kind of mood. “Good. Maybe I want that.”
Fuck. This.
Bending my knees, I toss her over my shoulder, striding for the darkness beyond the bonfires before I can overthink my way out of it. Her delighted laughter hopefully telling the half-interested crowd that she’s a willing participant and not about to be hauled off to Fellgotha.
The Beltaine fires burn brightly, but the surrounding fields are dark enough that I can barely see a few feet in any direction.
When the noise of the pipes and drums is less deafening, and Rose starts to wiggle, I put her back on her feet. She slides down my body like water, fingers scrambling at the laces over my crotch in frustration before yanking the fabric out of her way.
“Little queen, what are you—? Ancestors—Goddess, Rose.” All thoughts fly from my brain, and her name is a moan as the scorching heat of her mouth envelopes the head of my dick.
I watched her do this to the others, but I never thought…
Fuuucccckkkk.
Her tongue plays with the vein on the underside of my cock as she sinks down onto it. Those pouty pink lips look so fucking gorgeous in contrast to the dark purple-blue skin of the shaft asshe holds me as deep in her throat as she can take me, then pulls back and laps at the crown while her hands cup my balls.
Then she does it all over again. And again. She’s everywhere, drowning me in sensation until I have to struggle to remember how to even breathe. Every single bob of her head is like being encased in warm, wet perfection. It’s nothing like anything I’ve ever felt before. In fact, I’m pretty sure Drystan could take my head right now, and I wouldn’t even care.
“Little queen,” I murmur as she pulls back and kisses the head. “You really are a fucking Goddess.”
Her satisfied smile tugs at parts of my insides, and she licks her lips like she plans on continuing, but I stop her with a hand in her hair.
My turn.
I’ve wanted to taste her again since the night I mated her. I drop to my own knees, putting us level, then kiss her, using my weight to force her onto her back. My hand fists the tight bodice of her dress, and I rip through the remaining buttons, sending them flying in all directions. Her breasts spill free, and I sit back, hastily dragging the ruffled fabric of her skirt down her legs until she’s bare in the grass beneath me.
Rose’s spectacular violet eyes are almost shy as she reaches up, trying to pull me closer, but I’m not done looking. If I’m going to die tomorrow, I’m going to do so knowing that I’ve worshiped every inch of her.
