Chapter 13
Daisy
Now it was Daisy who had a crooked grin, stunned into silence. Finally, she said, “I can’t tell if you’re joking.”
“Joking right now would be lying, and I have repeatedly told you I can’t lie to you anymore.”
“Okay, but…” She sat up and faced him fully. “I thought you trapped that female—Sansy, you said her name was. I thought you trapped her with sex?”
“With a kiss. Just a kiss, like you. We were young. She hadn’t been ready to fully engage.
By the time she was…she wanted another. But because of the magic, she couldn’t place her lips on anyone—anywhere on them—without triggering my need to kill them.
She couldn’t take another lover unless all they did was have sex.
Only that. She couldn’t even accidentally brush her lips against a shoulder passionately.
I owned her intimately, and she grew to hate me for it.
I doomed her with nothing but an innocent kiss I didn’t fully understand.
I told you, I never wanted to subject another to that.
I still don’t. I just don’t know that we’ll have any other choice. ”
Daisy’s heart dropped for him. He was a virgin…and was routinely subjected to the disgusting treatment of this court. Princess Elamorna wanted him sexually, and only the royals could “enjoy” him without being trapped in the pleasure, so she tried to force the issue. What an absolute troll.
Well, Princess Elamorna had set herself up to get mindfucked. Daisy specialized in that type of warfare. She had to—it was often the only non-weapon arsenal she had at her disposal. She’d gotten very good at it.
She wasn’t sure what to say to Tarian, though. She was utterly, completely at a loss about this. She had no experience in this situation, and she was woefully shallow emotionally. Her life had never allowed that part of her to flower. So she just got down to the details.
“Why don’t we have a choice?”
His crooked smile was back. Lord knew what he found hilarious this time. Her deficiency in normal human emotion, perhaps? Her somewhat robotic social skills?
He started chuckling silently. “Because Princess Elamorna will have someone verify whether you’re beholden to me.
If you aren’t, she’ll taunt me by having the lowest of guards take you in front of me…
” He shook his head, and she was glad he didn’t go on.
She got the picture, and she had a feeling he knew all this from experience. From Sansy.
“And you thought a tattoo would be enough to throw her off my scent?” Daisy asked incredulously. She laughed, shaking her head. “That never would’ve been enough. Cool. Fine. You’ve done some sexual things, though, right? Because the night when the darkrend was attacking, you were exceptional.”
He sat up fully, his eyes on fire. He crossed his legs in front of him, mirroring her. The sheet fell away from his large, pierced erection and butterflies filled her stomach. He might be the virgin, but she was suddenly more nervous than her actual first time.
“I’ve done everything a mouth can do. And most of the things fingers can do. And I cheat.” His eyes flashed. “Your thoughts direct me. You make it easy to please you.”
“You have my permission to keep cheating.” She looked into his eyes quietly for a long moment. The space between them shrank. His magnetism pulled at her until she was inching closer. The air filled with energy and electricity, sizzling like lightning.
“Now?” he whispered.
She licked her bottom lip, drawing his eyes.
“Now,” she responded quietly, inching closer still. Going slow because for her first time, she had wanted it slow. Slow and thoughtful. She’d needed to be built up high to counteract the pain that would come.
“Except I won’t have pain,” he murmured, watching her advance.
“I have wanted your kiss from the first moment I saw you, when you looked right at my glamor, at me, and frowned. When I was on that ledge, though, a new craving took over. A carnal craving. I’ve salivated over you ever since.
Dreamt of you. Wondered what it would be like—if I would ever receive the gift of the gods and touch you. ”
“Fuck your gods. You’re getting a gift from me.” Her knees brushed his, and he swallowed thickly. She knew how he felt. This seemed…more important than a first, somehow. More consuming. Uncharted waters.
“I’ll probably be shit at this,” he admitted.
She laughed. “I think you’ll figure it out pretty quickly. Dry-humping me has gone very well. What about pregnancy? I know our kinds can reproduce together. Diseases? Not that the latter matters much, since our time is limited.”
“Fae have to see the oracle before we can procreate. That happens when a male is at least twenty, but often it is much, much later. I’ve never been concerned about it. We don’t have sexual diseases.”
“And you are how old? Eight hundred? Two thousand?” She lifted up before climbing into his lap. She had the short nightdress on and the fae rendition of underwear, which was something like briefs, but she figured he’d want to unwrap her, like a present.
His eyes were hooded, the gold winning the war against the black around his pupil. “I’m a mere thirty. An adolescent in fae years. Not often taken seriously.”
Her family hadn’t treated her that way, since she’d grown up fast and early, but everyone else did, given she was young for humans. She knew how he felt.
She slid her hand around to the back of his neck and gently coaxed him closer. Her knees hit the mattress beside his hips, and she tucked her shins under his crossed legs. Chest nearly to chest, she started to lower herself onto him.
He stopped her, grabbing the edges of the nightdress and lifting it.
She raised her arms so he could pull it over her head.
He tossed it away before one hand landed on her back and the other slid up her stomach.
His gaze stuck to hers as he leaned over, until the last moment, when his tongue flicked her taut nipple.
She breathed out, letting her head fall back as his hot mouth enveloped her. He sucked and played as his other hand kneaded the opposite breast. He switched, and she pulsed her hips, feeling it deep in her core.
He pulled back, his eyes on hers again, and slowly lowered her. His thumb found her apex as his hard length settled against her underwear-clad core. He moved his thumb as his lips found hers, groaning when she gyrated on top of him.
“Wait…” She pulled back but he kept going. She drank in the sensations. “You were sleeping naked next to me? Is this what you were planning all along?”
He smiled, capturing her lips again. “I passed out in the other room, actually,” he murmured against them. “They must’ve brought me in here. I woke up not long before you did. That’s why I played the memory for you. I figured that was the least embarrassing way.”
“For you.”
“Obviously. What, you thought you’d be embarrassed by the princess making a show of how much I didn’t want to fuck her?”
She deepened the kiss, reaching down between them and capturing his length. He sucked in a breath as she stroked. He hooked his thumbs into her underwear.
“Equilas, help me. I want this so badly,” he breathed, pushing her back until she lay on the bed. He pulled the underwear away before kissing up the insides of her thighs.
She nearly told him not to use that god’s name but refrained for the sake of the moment.
“Let’s try to quiet that mind of yours, shall we?”
She could feel the smile on his lips…and hear the jingle of the lock on the door in the outer room.
He paused, then kept sliding his lips up and up until he licked right where it counted. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head, and she spread wider. He sucked as his fingers became active…and someone appeared in the bedroom doorway.
“Oh shit,” Niall blurted before peeling away. “No, no,” he said in a frantic whisper. “Don’t go—”
Someone else filled the doorway as Tarian pulsed his suction and two of his fingers filled her just right.
“Oh shit,” Lennox murmured, exiting quickly. She should’ve died from embarrassment, but…it felt too good. She’d count this as practice for what was almost certain to come.
“What did I just say?” Niall demanded. “No, not you too!”
“Why? What is he— Oh, hell yeah!” Kayla snickered before she left again. “See? Please the female. We are much more manageable when we’ve been properly seen to.”
“I guess you’ve never been properly seen to, then, huh?” Niall asked her.
“Just like all the females you’ve been with, yeah,” she responded.
Daisy started to chuckle helplessly, her focus fractured.
Tarian pushed up to his elbows. “I can make them go, but time has gotten away from me. I have important matters to see to this sun. Either we do this another time or we hurry. I vote hurry.” He paused for an answer, and she couldn’t bring herself to say another time.
“Yes?” Tarian lifted his eyebrows. He nodded. “Yes.”
He ducked back down between her thighs.
“No. Damn it!” She grabbed him by his hair and dragged him up her body.
“I’m getting mixed signals here, dove.” He crawled up with a smile, sliding his big body between her knees.
She half laughed, half moaned as his hard length settled against her wetness.
She dragged his head down and captured his lips.
The feel of him against her felt so right.
So comfortable. Easy, as though this was how intimacy was supposed to be.
Safe…when he was the most dangerous person she’d ever met in her life.
“We shouldn’t do this now.” She swore to herself as her core pounded. “Your first time shouldn’t be rushed. I don’t want my first time with you to be rushed.”
“Ah, so this is really all about you, is it?”
“I mean…yeah.” She smiled at him. “But seriously, I want us to take our time. You need to be properly laid for your first time. A quickie only scratches an itch. It’s not enough. I want us to try all the things.”
“All the things…” His eyebrows started to climb as something she couldn’t read flashed through his eyes. “Like…in the butt?”
She sputtered, pushing at his shoulders. “Fucking men. You haven’t even put it in the first place and you’re thinking about what other areas you can stick it in.”
His unabashed smirk was cute. “I’m not a man. I’m fae…”
“In this, there is zero difference. Come on. I want to see about that magic. How are we going to get me there without some fucker trying to accost me and drag me to the king?”