Page 157 of Atop the Faerie Throne
Drystan’s plan becomes crystal clear in an instant.
This isn’t a reward, this is torment. And judging by the devious heat in his eyes, he knows it.
“Since she held off, I think you should let her come,” Bree says, stepping back, so he’s beside the dullahan.
What? No! If I come, I?—
Lore, Caed, and Jaro give me no time to protest. My Fomorian’s cock slides into my mouth, hitting the back of my throat just as the assault on my pussy and wings doubles. When my wolf’s free hand shifts down, his thick finger pressing at my entrance, I can’t even fight it.
That one hint of friction is all it takes.
I scream as every muscle tenses, then releases. Even the tiniest movement sets off a rapturous cascade as I vibrate like a fly caught in Drystan’s web. I’m imploding, white light searing through my veins with nowhere to go as I whimper and beg around the mouthful of dick.
The aftershocks make it worse, driving me headlong towards a second orgasm. I see stars. I’m pretty sure I’m crying. It’s too much. Caed draws back, giving me a chance to breathe, to say my safe word.
But what comes out instead is a lust-broken demand.
“Fuck me!”
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Bricriu
Drystan’s smugness radiates from him as we watch Rose writhe helplessly between the other three. Her legs are bound with flower-shaped knots along the seam where her calf touches her thigh. Those pretty locks of rose-gold hair woven through with a purple rope that anchors her hands tightly behind her back before connecting in a pretty bow to the hook in her ass.
What really sets it off, for me, is that her wings are free to shimmer and shake, wafting her dust everywhere.
And it iseverywhere. Lore is going to sparkle so hard at the end of this that we’ll have to keep him out of the sun, or risk blinding other fae.
My hands fist by my sides, wishing I could take his place. Not because of the dust—we’ll all undoubtedly come out of this glittering with her claim—but I want to taste her so badly that my cock aches just thinking about it.
But the ropes on Rose’s legs are joined to his arms. That, combined with the shackles, is a hurdle I’m not quite ready for yet. I may never be.
Fortunately, the view from over here makes up for it.
“You’ve forgotten something,” I tell the dullahan, folding my arms as we wait for Rose to come down from the orgasmic high that’s keeping her trembling and weeping.
“What?” His brows furrow. “It’s perfect.”
I snort. “Sure, except if we try to fuck her like this, the redcap will probably bite off our balls.”
He relaxes, actually smiling as he looks back towards her. “Patience.” He pauses. “How close are you willing to get?”
Tilting my head to the side, I consider it. “As long as I’m not constrained, or beneath anyone, anything goes.”
I’ve been doing well lately, my confidence is higher than it’s ever been, and the mating bond with Rose gives me a safety net that will tell her the second I need to call things to a stop.
Drystan’s eyebrows rise. “Willing to take orders?”
Scoffing, I watch as Jaro sinks another finger into our mate’s dripping slit. “Don’t count on it.”
There are some lines I don’t want to cross.
He accepts my answer easily enough, hand reaching down to adjust himself as Caed sinks his dick so far down Rose’s throat that her nose ends up pressed against his pubic bone.
“Suggestions, then?”
Considering it again, I nod. “Suggestions… sure. You realise he’s about to come, right?”
