Total pages in book: 129
Estimated words: 121339 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 607(@200wpm)___ 485(@250wpm)___ 404(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 121339 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 607(@200wpm)___ 485(@250wpm)___ 404(@300wpm)
His other hand wrapped around her neck in a choking hold, pulling her higher onto the couch. She had to pull her legs up to accommodate, getting her knees under her and thankfully out of the shadows. The voices died away and, with them, her uneasiness. Still, she knew they were there. Could feel their presence slinking along the floor under them.
Tarian let go of her neck and forced her down to him. She captured the base of his cock and ran the tip along her lips. She swirled her tongue around it, and he sucked in a breath.
“That’s right.” His voice was louder, commanding. Passing fae would definitely hear him, and likely the clusters seated around them, too. “Good.”
He pushed her down harder, and she acted like she wasn’t sure, bracing against his thighs and resisting. His fingers tightened, and he worked her up and down his shaft, pushing into her throat and growling with need. Her fingers tightened on his thighs. She sucked rhythmically, swirling her tongue at the tip before being shoved down again. She felt her own desire start to climb, enjoying pleasuring him despite the posture of her body. Delighting in his taste and feel despite her tenseness and the act she was putting on for the court.
“That’s it,” he groaned. “Nice and deep. Take it all the way in, human.”
She did, her wetness leaking down her thighs.
He pulled the hem of her dress up over her rear, exposing her. She jolted, but he cooed in her mind.
Focus on me, little dove. Focus on how good it feels. I’ll keep you safe. They will see you—see us—but they will never touch you. I will make sure of it.
With the chalice magic, she felt for the closest person, her vessel not full and wanting to rectify that. That fae had too much power, though. Those were always the prickliest. The most prone to notice when she was trying to take some—or so it seemed with the Fallen.
She hunted for another and another as Tarian’s fingers ran down her center. He groaned as she repeatedly took him in, and he dipped two fingers into her, stroking just right.
“Hmm,” she purred, liquifying against him. The act of restraint was over. It was too hard to pretend.
“Yes, that’s right.” She took him all the way in, wanting to do this for him in a way she’d never cared to for anyone else. “Please me, human, and I will give you a present.”
She’d hold him to that.
He chuckled within her mind as his fingers worked. She redoubled her efforts against him, wanting him to control her harder. To be rougher.
He did so immediately, tensing, his fingers going faster. She strove, tightened—
“Come for me,” he said, and she had no choice. She shuddered with him deep in her throat, groaning around his cock. “That’s right.” He pulled her off him by her hair. Drool dripped from her lips. “Now, you will fuck me.”
As though by magic, she felt drawn to obey. To crawl up and over his lap, leaving ample time for the court to glimpse his continued hardness. If they’d missed it in the hall, this was another opportunity.
He helped her guide a knee over his hip before collecting her dress and bunching it at her waist. Everyone in view, and a lot of them had stopped to gawk in obvious surprise, would be able to see him enter her. He was leaving nothing to the imagination. No fuel for the naysayers. They couldn’t excite him, but this weak little human slave could hold him in rapture. He would be magically compelled to kill everyone who touched her.
She clasped his face with her hands and found his lips, prideful of the effect she had on this magnificent and beautiful fae. His breath was uneven with desire. He lowered her, lining himself up and then pausing. Slowly, purposefully, he pulled her down the rest of the way.
She groaned from how good it felt, wrapping her arms around his neck and leaning harder against him. His heat radiated around her, and she began to move, rolling her hips and feeling all the delicious friction.
“That’s right, dewdrop,” he cooed, the fae term of endearment that made her heart catch. It was so much more beautiful than “baby.” So unique to him, to fae.
He kept one hand on her waist, holding up her dress, but the other tangled in her hair. His lips devoured hers. His body inside of hers consumed her, washing away the strangeness of doing this for spectators. Of being intimate in a fae court.
She moved faster against him, unraveling, losing herself to him. The princess could have been standing right behind her and Daisy wouldn’t have known. She dropped her hand between them, working herself as she gyrated.
“You’re the only thing that makes this court bearable,” he murmured against her lips. “The only beauty this court has to offer.”