Page 4 of The Barbaric Fae's Soul

A snarl escaped him, and he clenched his fist even tighter, as I touched us both.

Thunder sounded over our heads—the first rainstorm of the wet season we’d been waiting for.

“Do you want to touch me?” I asked Aev, as his hips began to jerk a little. He was close; I could tell he was.

“I don’t know how to make you feel good,” he growled at me, even as his fingers slid between my thighs.

His erection started to throb, and I halted my fingers, making him snarl at me.

“You’re too close,” I told him, our eyes locking again for a moment. “Just wait. We can finish together if you wait.”

His jaw clenched so tightly it had to hurt.

I parted my legs further, giving him better access as I took his huge hand in mine. Separating his fingers a little, I guided his index to my clit, and then sucked in a breath when his warm, rough finger moved over it at my command. “This is where it feels the best. Be gentle.”

He slowly dragged his finger around the sensitive bud, and my breathing picked up rapidly.

His eyes dilated as he watched, and he repeated the motion.

“Not here?” He slid another finger inside me as he continued making those small circles, and a noise escaped me. One I didn’t think I’d ever made before.

“Both feel good. But my clit mainly, if you want me to climax.”

He bobbed his head, and I started to stroke him again, slowly.

A hiss escaped him, his hips jerking as he picked up the pace of his fingers on me and in me. And it shouldn’t have felt good—it should’ve brought back bad memories. It should’ve made me run.

But I’d never done anything like this before, and it felt too incredible to consider stopping.

Cries started to escape me. Foreign-sounding cries of hot, growing need. I was close, I wassoclose.

Aev’s hand closed around mine on his erection, abandoning the wooden chest to stop me as I pumped him.

“You first,” he said roughly. “You finish first.”

The words were hot.

So damn hot.

My back arched, and for the first time in my life, I was hit with a pleasure so strong, so intense, that I screamed.

My hand jerked over his erection frantically, pulling it toward me as I shattered, wanting him to lose it with me but having little control over myself. And he didn’t disappoint.

His roar shook the tent as he painted my abdomen with his pleasure. And the pain that had been nagging at me, aching in my bones, since Nev mated with Fovea? It vanished as a new, strong bond fell into place.

Our chests were both heaving as we opened our eyes to look at each other.

My body burned with the memory of what we’d just done as realization set in.

I whispered, “I was coming to make sure you were okay. I didn’t mean to interrupt, or to breach your privacy, or—”

“Don’t apologize.” His voice was hard.

But not cold.

With one hand, he opened the wooden chest he’d warped, and pulled out a loose white shirt. I watched in silent shock as he carefully used it to clean me off. And then he looked down at my core, and realized he was still holding it with one hand.

Buried inside it, too.

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