52. Max
Max
Iwent to Aelindor that night in nothing but a robe.
He was in a chair with a book. I’d have bet money he’d been on the same page a while.
I kept the smile off my face and walked to him, swaying my hips.
The next second he was at my side. I never saw him move.
He scooped me up and carried me to the bed. No kitchen island, no closet, no bathtub. None of the places my romance novels loved so much. Good. I wanted his bed.
He’d waited longer than any of them. He’d been my first, and then a blood contract put an ocean between us, and he’d spent every day since looking for a way across.
“I want to try every position,” I said.
He grinned. “As my princess commands.”
I gave him a look. Fine. Princess, then.
He undressed me and took his time looking, while I lay bare on white sheets that smelled like him.
“No foreplay,” I said. “Fuck me first. Hard and fast.”
“Aren’t we patient.” He laughed. “I can do that.”
His shirt and slacks hit the floor, and I looked my fill. His cock was already hard when I got a hand around it. Long and heavy, silk over stone. For a second I couldn’t believe I’d landed a man this beautiful.
What had I ever done to get here?
“So. Which position do you want first, love?” Amusement in his voice, and something a lot hungrier under it.
Easier to show him.
I turned over, belly down on a pillow, and lifted my ass.
He made a sound behind me. Then his hands came under to cup my breasts, his thighs pressed to mine, and the head of his cock nudged my entrance.
“Fuck, you’re so wet. So ready for me,” he purred. “Can’t wait to get fucked?”
I was about to tell him to talk less. Then he thrust into me so hard that all that came out of me was a whimper.
He pounded into me again and again, flesh on flesh, the sound going wet and loud and filthy.
“Is this how you want to be fucked?” he said against my ear.
“Yes. Oh, Aelindor, yes!”
He got harder, stretching me to the limit, and every drag of him lit me up. The Fae drove into me with long, fast thrusts.
My Fae, off the leash. He didn’t show me this side often, and when he did, it wrecked me.
Shit, I was fucked. Helplessly addicted to him. For a second I wondered if mating all four of them was going to turn me into a sex addict.
So be it. They could keep up.
“Am I fucking you hard enough, princess?” he demanded, hips moving in a blur.
I screamed as I came on his cock. He lost his grip on that beautiful mouth and let out a string of filth I’d never heard from him, chasing me while I clenched around him, and we went over together, long and hard and stupid with it.