Page 216 of Wrath of the Fae

She can’t talk. Her mouth is in a constant “O” as Cyrus slams into her over and over. The sound of their flesh meeting creates a symphony with the crashing waves and their moaning.

I run my thumb along her lower lip before she sucks it into her mouth, working it like she would work my throbbing length.

She teases me, showing me what I could be enjoying, smirking at me as her teeth clamp down.

She draws blood and starts to suck.

Everything inside me becomes desire. Undiluted and all-consuming lust and need.

My cock is in my hand in a second, and I work myself as I watch her. She laps up the blood leaking from my thumb like the depraved and desperate little thing she is.

Depraved and desperate for us. Always and only for us.

I cup my hands at the back of her neck and kneel over her, replacing my thumb with my throbbing cock. I start fucking her pretty little mouth all the way down to her dainty throat, holding her beneath me as I thrust into her just as much as Cyrus is pounding her pussy.

She reaches up and grabs my arse. Her fingertips dig into me as she encourages me deeper.

There is no deeper. I’m halfway down her throat and buried up to the damn hilt.

Her stomach clenches, and I feel her reaching her limit again.

I look at Cyrus, whose eyes are beginning to glow in reaction to her building pleasure.

If he had his way, he would deny her again. His smirk tells me as much. She would go mad but would let him keep playing anyway.

Our perfect girl.

I speed up, rutting into her with unforgiving momentum.

My eyes glow. Our wings emerge, and in an earth-shattering release, we all cry out, gasping and moaning in utter bliss.

Her back arches and fingernails claw across my lower back, drawing blood as she writhes between us, revelling in her well-earned orgasm.

Cyrus and I both spill into her, swearing as she hungrily takes what we give her.

We lower her down and pull out, lying her to rest on the warm sand between us.

‘That’s our good girl.’ I lean down and kiss her lips.

Her eyes are closed, and a euphoric smile lingers on her face.

‘I fucking love you,’ I tell her. And I do. Fuck I do. With all I have and all I am. Exile with her is my happy ever after.

‘Love you too,’ she mumbles, already lost to a sex coma. She pulls us both down to her, guiding our heads to rest on her belly. ‘I love you two more than I have ever loved anyone in my entire life.

I take her hand and watch her arm.

‘Truth,’ I reply to the most amazing words I will ever hear in this lifetime or any other. ‘Finally.’

Her fingers run through our hair, and we watch the stars blink into life as the sun finally sets.

We lie there for hours together, just watching the sky.

The same as we have done every night for the last six months, flying the realm and living in lands belonging to the monsters who now call my lover “Queen”.

Cyrus:

I awake on the beach. Instead of Raven’s stomach as my pillow, I have Reid’s arm under my head.

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