Page 151 of Wrath of the Fae

‘I can feel my dick in your throat,’ he laughs darkly, fucking me as I struggle for breath. ‘You take me so well, my Queen. Fuck. Look at you.’ His fingers flex around the bulge in my throat as he sinks in deep and holds himself there, filling me.

Reid returns his fingers, fucking me hard and firm as he devours me with his tongue. My back arches and my feet curl as I feel that sweet pressure build.

Cyrus pulls out but keeps his fingers firm, and my breath stolen as my first orgasm in this remade body builds and builds.

‘I want to take your first orgasm in my mouth,’ he whispers.

When he kisses me, demanding and forceful, I climax hard, moaning desperately and unashamed into his open mouth. The ground trembles in reaction to it. My power swells, and I see my body shimmer in the darkness with a wave of gold. The shimmer fades as I ride it out, and I’m back in the dark.

I’m spun around onto all fours.

They swap. Cyrus steps into the water, spreads me wide, and exposes me to him.

‘I have missed this,’ he breathes.

His fingertips dig into my arse cheeks as he keeps them pulled apart and uses his tongue… there!

‘You can’t do that!’ I insist, utterly embarrassed and trying to pull away. ‘Cyrus!’

He delivers a hard slap to my backside. The vicious smack echoes around the room and makes me yelp.

‘Yes, I fucking can,’ he argues. ‘And I fucking will. Don’t pull away from me again.’ He pulls me back onto his face, and to prove his point, he presses his tongue inside the resistant hole, laughing as I whimper and turn crimson.

‘No need to be shy, my Queen,’ Reid sighs, gathering my hair in a ponytail. ‘Every inch of you is delicious. Don't you dare deny him. Now open.’ He taps my lower lip. ‘Nice and beautifully wide.’

I tilt my head upwards and obey, feeling him still gathering my hair in his hands before he grips it tight and buries his many inches into my waiting mouth.

He swiftly begins slowly and deeply driving himself into me.

Cyrus plays with my pussy, using his fingers to stretch and massage me. Two fingers. Three. Four! But his tongue… that’s new. I’ve had their fingers and cocks there. Never their tongue. It’s wrong. Forbidden.

Fuck! FUCK! FUCK! It’s heaven!

Cyrus delivers a sharp slap to my backside. I wince and moan.

Another smack.

That swollen need in my core builds. I realise he has all four fingers buried inside me, right up to his knuckles.

Another smack and I explode around his fingers, clenching around the knuckles he has half inside me.

My orgasm tears through me like an explosion, sending electricity to every atom of my being.

Cyrus pulls himself out of the water as Reid pulls on my hair so I’m kneeling before them, out of breath and humming inside and out.

I twitch when I hear the unmistakable sound of a slice through skin.

Then I smell it. A sweet and demanding scent.

‘Open!’ Cyrus commands, tapping my lower lip.

I pull away. His fingers tighten around my throat, keeping me held in place.

‘Where do you think you’re going?’ he asks darkly. ‘I said open.’

‘It’s wrong.’ My voice is barely a whisper, utterly consumed with lust and need. And now hunger. That smell… it’s everything. I want it. I want to taste it. Consume him completely. But it’s blood. It’s wrong. When a droplet lands on my lip, I shudder with need. My traitorous tongue takes it, and before I can see reason, I grab his arm, seeking out the cut and devouring every drop that leaks out.

Feeling the warmth of it slide down my throat has me moaning. With each drop, I feel stronger. More alive. More grounded in the world. Less like I’m about to shatter into atoms and blow away on a breeze or erupt into a raging monster hellbent on destroying everything and everyone. My lust reaches an insane level and has the throbbing between my legs, screaming for attention. I hold his arm to my mouth, and my other hand goes between my legs. I sink my fingers inside me, desperate for satisfaction.

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