Chapter 18
Daisy
An urgency she couldn’t understand took her over. She stood in the bathtub, slipped, and nearly fell. He was up a moment later, his lips locking with hers, the two of them climbing from the tub together.
“Where’s the perfect place?” she asked, running her hands up his wet chest, feeling his incredible body. “Hurry. Where’s the perfect place for your first time?”
“What the fuck are you talking about? The tub would’ve been perfect. The bathroom floor, the wall—I don’t give a shit where we do this, as long as I can fulfill this unquenchable thirst for you.”
Boy was he going to be annoyed when he realized that thirst was never going away. For either of them. This was more than a lay, and they both knew it.
“I’m right here, Daisy,” he said dryly as she grabbed his hand and pulled him from the bathroom. “I can hear you. Maybe work on that shielding.”
She snickered, remembering all that teasing in the human lands.
Her hand tightened, and she was essentially dragging him behind her.
Emotion bubbled up out of nowhere, memories of their meetings, of working together, of how she’d felt each time she’d kissed him.
How she’d felt when they’d huddled together in the wylds, clinging to each other, depending upon each other for survival. How she felt right now.
The thought of falling in love whispered across her mind before she shut it down lest he hear it. Could there be a worse fate? Falling for a fae who planned to kill her with their combined magic?
Where did you go? he asked, and she had no idea what that meant. Nor could she concentrate on abstract questions. Lust blazed through her.
A few of the Fallen looked up from the couches, their eyebrows high.
“Get the fuck out,” Tarian barked.
They didn’t waste any time, a couple snickering as they left. Tarian didn’t wait for the door to click shut before he spun her around and dumped her on the couch. He was on her a moment later, pushing wide her knees and dipping in between her thighs.
She put her fingers through his hair as he licked up her center and sucked. He threaded one finger into her, then two, working in time with the suction on his mouth. She arched as the sensations quickly built. He worked her faster. Harder.
She groaned with her release, clutching his hair before dragging him up.
“Thank fuck it doesn’t hurt guys on their first time, because I don’t have a lot of control right now,” she said, pushing him up to sitting and dropping to the ground between his legs.
She looked up at him in supplication. He studied her feverishly, desire and devotion plain in his beautiful green eyes.
She took his hard length into her small hand, swirling her thumb around the tip before she lowered her head. Her tongue flitted against the slit and around the tip, playful. Teasing. Tasting him and savoring, drawing this out for him as well as for herself.
“You’re perfection,” he said, breath heavy.
She sucked him in greedily. He groaned as his body tensed and relaxed at the same time.
He threaded his fingers into her hair. She used her hand and mouth at the same time, and he applied pressure, directing her at a fast pace.
She sucked down as much as she could, not used to working with something so large.
He grunted, and his torso tensed. His head fell back, and his hand tightened before he looked back down at her, the gold nearly taking over the black as the river ran around his pupils.
His breathing turned rapid, and his magic washed over her body pleasurably.
He gave a long, low moan as he shuddered.
She prepared for the onslaught and gave a confused look at his cock when nothing happened.
“Do I…keep going…or…?” She looked up at him from around it.
He didn’t release her hair, still looking at her, still erect.
“That is a beautiful sight,” he said, and she gave him a few more moments to take it all in, momentarily distracted by his handsome face. It was a guy’s delight, for some reason. She’d never understood why (and this was the only one she’d allowed to have a good long look after she’d serviced him).
His eyebrows lowered. “What…just happened?”
She tried to push up, but he held her firm. “You watched me over your dick. I am pretty sure we are all on the same page there.”
“No.” He leaned down to look into her eyes. “You never understood why guys like that…then your mind went dark. The same thing happened on the way out here. I thought I was preoccupied, but it happened again.”
She swatted his hand away, thinking back. Ah yeah, allowing Tarian to have a look when usually she wouldn’t (because she wasn’t ready to admit special treatment, since that would lead to feelings).
He grabbed her chin, peering deeply into her eyes. Her skin tingled, and pain flared in her temples.
She froze. “What are you doing?”
“You did it again. You’re blocking your thoughts from me, and right now, I can’t retrieve them.
I see the absence of them, but not them.
That’s not normal. I should feel a block, but yours are gone.
I can’t see a way to pry into them.” He leaned back against the couch, releasing her.
“Are you doing something from your training?” He shook his head.
“I can’t think about that now. I can’t focus. Come here. I need you.”
She crawled up onto him, her expectations rising.
Her knees indented the couch beside his thighs.
She lifted up, her hands on his cheeks. She captured his lips as she swung her hips forward.
His tip dragged against her wetness, and he drew in a shaky breath.
She reached between them and took hold of his length, running the tip more firmly against her.
He groaned, gripping her upper arms tightly.
The world paused, and then she sat down slowly.
“Daisy…” slipped from his lips, a whisper of unwavering devotion.
She stopped and came back up, rolled her hips, and worked down a little more.
His girth was nothing to sneeze at, and she had to take it in slowly to grow accustomed to it.
She wrapped her arms around his large shoulders as she continued to kiss him, their tongues wrestling, his body sliding more deeply into hers.
“Oh gods—fuck,” he breathed, his hands starting to shake where they held her. He squeezed her tightly as she took him deeper still. “Fuck, this feels…”
She gyrated her hips and took him all the way in, sitting down on him with a pleasurable sigh. Fuck he felt good. So fucking good. She couldn’t remember anything ever feeling this fucking good.
“So fucking good,” he whispered, and his deep, raw voice gave her shivers.
He ran his hands down her back as he groaned. He leaned back and dragged her with him. His eyes drifted shut.
“I want more of you,” he rasped in a tortured voice. “I want all of you.”
He braced his hands on her hips and his feet against the floor. He held her firmly and started to drive up into her. Her downward slide met his upward thrust, and all the air left her lungs with a moan. Suddenly, she couldn’t get him deep enough. Hard enough.
“Yes, Daisy,” he said, his lips against hers. The way he said it, his tone, sent butterflies through her middle, made increased emotion bubble up. “More.”
She rolled to the side, and he followed her eagerly, fitting between her thighs and striving harder. She wrapped her legs around him. Her nails raked across his back.
“Fuck, dewdrop, this is—” He drove with punishing strokes, and her slippery control fled entirely. Their bodies fit together perfectly, and the feelings transcended the moment.
She called his name, squeezing her eyes shut and chasing her climax.
He was right there with her, gripping her, his lips never far from hers.
The feeling of him consumed her. Took her to a place that had no name.
Everything in her body tightened up, relishing in his strength bearing down on her. In her.
“I’m going to…I’m going to—” She cried out as she blasted apart.
He groaned as he shuddered against her, getting in the last strokes of his release.
Their breathing was harried as they continued to clutch each other tightly. He held himself firmly in her, not pulling away, and she closed her eyes as she drank in his proximity.
That was better than she’d expected. Better than she ever could’ve expected. Fuck that was good. The best, actually.
An aftershock made her shiver, and he lifted. She expected him to pull away, but instead, he grabbed her body and lifted her with him. He returned to sitting with her lying across his chest.
“It’s a really good thing we waited to do that,” he murmured, his palms flat against her back.
“Why?”
“Because we’ve just finished and I want it again. The craving hasn’t gone away at all. It’s gotten worse. If I’d done that before now, I would’ve never gotten anything done.”
“What about now that you have?”
He slid his hands down her back and gripped her butt. “Your ass?”
She yanked away from him in incredulous mock fury. He laughed, and she noticed his eyes. The desire had faded with his orgasm, for now, but the little line around his pupils didn’t return to black. It remained gold, like in the human lands.
His laughter died, and his eyes jogged back and forth between hers, probably dipping into her head and looking through her eyes.
“Your eyes were normal when I first met you,” she murmured. “Like this. Before I became the crystal chalice. Why is that?”
His look was puzzled. “They were? Are you sure?”
“Positive. I thought of you after those first meetings. Dreamt of you. I remember your eyes vividly. They always had that burnished gold strip around the irises. The first time they were black was in this court.”
He studied her for a moment. “I have no idea. They shouldn’t have been, though I do have more magical freedom outside of this kingdom.
Here, the obsidian burned into my back has a tighter hold on me.
The king has a tighter hold on me, actually.
Outside of the court, his leash loosens.
He affords me more freedom so I can see about the chalices.
Maybe it was a usual occurrence in the human realm and I hadn’t known about it. I didn’t stop to look—”
He choked, as though the words he was about to say literally got stuck. He put a hand to his throat and gasped, his eyes tightening.
“What?” she asked in sudden alarm. “What is it?”
He coughed as a smile worked at his lips.
“I was about to say I didn’t stop to look in many mirrors in the human world, and it wouldn’t come out.
It’s a lie. I looked in quite a few mirrors.
I never noticed anything different about my eyes, which means they must not have been gold. Always black. Always what I expected.”
She laughed. “You’re so vain.” The song encompassing those lyrics started to play in her mind.
“With a face and body like this, can you blame me?” He laughed with her. “I do so love human fashion. I know you can’t blame me. I definitely took a few detours into the human shops when I had a chance.” He shrugged. “You need the mirror to know how it looks.”
She laughed again before settling. “So why do I have any effect on the gold?”
He shook his head. “I have no idea. The obsidian is still there. I feel it, like an ever-present sickness. Maybe Eldric will know.”
“Also, I really don’t understand why the Diamond Throne has gold instead of…I don’t know…white. Or something more strongly representing the color of diamonds.”
“The gold is slightly metallic. If white were slightly metallic, it would look like silver, which isn’t worth as much as gold, here or in the human lands. Gold signifies wealth.”
She leaned back to look at him with raised eyebrows, then started to laugh, falling into him again. “Oh my god, Celestials are so fucking arrogant. I can’t handle it.”
“Well? Logic.”
“Sure, yeah. Logic.” She kissed his neck before resting her cheek on his collarbone. “I’d really prefer not to go back to Eldric again. I’d be fine not knowing the answers.”
“We’ll see. He’s a necessary boredom.”
She didn’t feel his release dripping down and remembered the blow job. “Do you not ejaculate?”
“Not until after the oracle has blessed a male with the ability to procreate.”
“Huh.” She kissed him along his neck. His hands lightly traced her back. “That’s pretty great.”
“Why is that?”
“Less messy.”
He tugged on her hair to get her to pull back so he could kiss her. “Move with me, dove. I need more.”
She did. She let all the troubles they had ahead of them slip from her mind as she lost herself in him. She’d get a few days to practice her shielding and her magic, and get ready for the court games, and then she would have to pull her weight.
Until then, though, she would revel in these new feelings. In his body. In his kiss. Until then, she’d try to forget she was a dead human walking.