Page 215 of Wrath of the Fae

I feel her about to climax. It screams at me through our Bond. I swig from the bottle of wine, sit back and enjoy the show.

Cyrus side glances me, smirking a little.

Laughing, I shake my head.

I try to convey my message with a look.I wouldn’t do that if I were you.

But he does it and pulls away, playing his dangerous game of orgasm denial.

‘Cyrus! Goddess damn it!’ she moans loudly, furious at another orgasm fading away before she can grab it. ‘I swear. If you don’t make me come soon, I’m gonna-’

She screams as he smacks her breast and starts moving her limbs like a doll. He’s thoroughly enjoying himself and not holding back, slamming himself into her so hard, if she wasn’t the creature she is, he would have split her in half.

More moaning comes from our beautiful girl.

My head tilts as I try to figure out how exactly he’s managing to bend that way whilst she’s angled like that before I take another swig.

My sweet Little Bird is having the time of her life, twisted up and moaning so fucking beautifully.

‘She has two other holes you can play with, Reid,’ Cyrus calls over before slapping her arse. ‘Don’t you, Princess?’

Her eyes seek me out. One blue. One silver. And both so full of lust and ecstasy I could happily watch her like this for hours.

It does something to me, seeing a physical part of me inside her every minute of every day. Knowing that she can see that sunset because of me.

She reaches out for me.

How can I refuse?

I stand, taking the wine with me, and stroll to them both. When I reach her head, I look down at her.

Fuck. My cock is throbbing, starving for her.

It’s always starving for her.

My heart rages in my chest as I admire her sweat-coated face and watering eyes. Her lips are a little dry from all her panting.

So beautiful.

I kneel and run my hand along her stomach, tracing the Bond markings on her skin.

My markings. My claim.

Mine.

They’re lost in amongst the endless patterns that now cover her. Ancient images and runes that exult her above us all.

Our Dark Queen. Our Leviathan ruler.

Our Bonded Mate.

Power thrums through her constantly, ebbing and oozing from her pores. When she’s overwhelmed, it becomes darker. Cyrus and I both feel it. We feel it all. Her needs and wants. Her joy and anger. Her lust and despair.

And we are more than happy to oblige, meeting every desire she could ever have.

We’re honoured to. We’re addicted to it.

‘You having fun, Little Bird?’ I run my hand across her cheek, sweeping her long hair clear of her face. ‘Does he feel good inside you?’

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