35. Chapter Thirty-Five
~Evalina~
Perhaps I should have been afraid, or at least reluctant. A modest fairy in my position should not have kissed a werewolf so willingly, and definitely not as if her life depended on it, as if I needed the air from his lungs to survive.
As I told Felix, I had no experience with men. Between working in the kitchens and caring for my mother, my free time had been limited, and I hadn’t met anyone who made finding the time for romance worthwhile. Besides Tarron, no one had shown me any outward signs of interest. During those uncomfortable minutes lying beneath Tarron’s mattress while he bedded the woman brought to meet him, I’d felt nothing but disgust at the idea of being the one in her place.
Yet when Felix walked towards his bed, holding me in his arms, my feelings couldn’t have been further from the revulsion I’d felt that day. My body buzzed with anticipation, with desire, and with that warm, tingling feeling that he called the ‘sparks’ of our mate bond.
He promised to teach me what to do and I had no doubt that he would fulfill that promise in ways that benefitted us both.
“You’re so delicate,” he murmured as he lay me down onto the soft mattress. The sheets smelled like him, just like the clothes in his dressing room did, and I closed my eyes to inhale the sweet scent that surrounded me when he lay down next to me, his body pressed tight to mine. “I’m worried I’ll hurt you.”
With his strength and size, not to mention the literal animal he could shift into, he certainly could hurt me if he wanted to, but I had no such concerns. “You won’t. I’m stronger than I look, Felix. I won’t break.”
My words didn’t do much to reassure him.
“Do you…” He trailed off, searching for the right words. “Do you understand the mechanics of mating?”
His formal phrasing drew a giggle from me, my body shaking with amusement at his discomfort. “You mean: do I know how a man and woman fuck?”
Felix’s blue eyes grew almost comically wide before a dazzling grin lit up his face. “Well, shit. I didn’t know you knew that word.”
“I don’t use it often,” I had to admit. “But fae men are no different in their crudeness than those in the terrestrial realm. I hear the way the male servants speak.”
“It sounds strange coming out of your sweet mouth.” His gaze dropped to my lips, sending another sharp zing of desire through me. “But I like that you can speak freely with me.”
“I’ll save it for you, then.” His gaze turned even more heated, and in a rush, I answered the question he asked before we got sidetracked. “And yes, I know the basics, I’ve just never done it before.”
“Okay. Good.”
His head dropped down, his lips pressing against mine again, and my body reacted instantly. He didn’t have to tell me to lean into him, to wrap my arms around him and pull him closer. It simply felt right, and when his tongue pressed against my lips, prodding until they opened for him, and connected with my tongue, the smoldering heat inside me caught fire.
My hips tilted forward, seeking his body out of instinct, and when he pressed back into me, the hard length of his cock impossible to miss, the deep, throbbing ache inside me I’d barely been aware of became all I could think about. His cock felt almost impossibly big against my thigh, and I supposed if it were proportional to the rest of him, it would be bigger than anything I had ever seen in Etta.
Maybe I should have been worried that he might hurt me, sheerly because of his size, but at that moment, I only wanted to ease the aching need inside me.
I only wanted him .
“I’m going to make you come first,” he whispered as our lips separated a few inches, enough for me to gasp in a few breaths. “Have you ever orgasmed before?”
Since I couldn’t be certain, I suspected the answer was probably no, and I shook my head accordingly, my breath too thin to be able to speak.
A deep, animal-like growl rumbled in his chest. “I’m going to use my mouth. I want… I need to taste you. You smell so fucking good.”
His words didn’t fully make sense to me, since he’d already been using his mouth to kiss me, but I nodded in agreement anyway. If something existed that he might suggest and I would refuse, I couldn’t imagine what it would be.
To my surprise, though, instead of kissing me again, he moved away from me, further down the bed, and when I tried to sit up to see what he was doing, he held out a hand to me.
“Lie down. Relax.”
Still confused, I obeyed, resting my head back against the soft pillow that smelled of him, and shivered when his hands slipped beneath the skirt of my dress and began lifting the fabric up.
Part of me wanted to press my legs together and pull the dress back down, suddenly shy at the idea of being so exposed to him, but the other, braver part wanted to spread my legs wider and beckon him closer to the drumming beat at my core that grew even stronger and more insistent the nearer he got.
Felix drew in a deep breath, exhaling it in another low rumble. “Evalina.”
My name sounded as if it pained him to say it, but he couldn’t help himself. His hands trailed up my bare legs, over my knees and higher up my thighs. My heart beat even faster. The pulse between my legs quickened, and when his fingers brushed against the soft hair no man had ever touched before, he let out another groan.
“You’re not wearing any underwear.”
Calista used that word too but I still didn’t know what it meant. “What is that?”
His deep chuckle vibrated against my skin as he pressed his lips to my inner thigh. “I’ll show you in a minute. But first…”
Without another word, his tongue connected with the tender skin between my legs and I gasped in surprise, the sensation new and unexpected, especially with the sparks that lit up every place he touched. He licked me lazily, exploring me slowly, tasting me just as he said he would, and when his tongue dipped inside me, into the hole that ached to be filled, I let out a moan that I had never made before. It echoed in the stillness of the room, and I would have been embarrassed if Felix hadn’t answered it with a groan of his own and an even deeper thrust of his tongue inside me.
Almost without realizing it, my hips began to rock against his face, trying their best to pull him in deeper. His strong hands pushed my legs further apart, his head burying deeper while I panted, the throbbing pressure inside me building almost to the point of pain.
His tongue left my hole and I almost cried out in disappointment, but when it connected with my clit instead, my hips bucked forward, my whole body jolting in undiluted pleasure.
“Felix!” I gasped out his name, my hands grabbing onto the pillow beneath my head as my back arched, my body now out of my control. His tongue didn’t stop, circling around my clit and running over it, the sparks adding to the intensity until I truly didn’t think I could take any more. My legs began to tremble, the need in me growing tighter and stronger until, in an exhilarating release, it crested and broke.
Pleasure flooded my body, unlike anything I’d ever felt before, and Felix hummed in satisfaction from his spot between my legs. I glanced down to see him smiling up at me.
“That’s lesson number one, and it’s the most important one: you should feel that every time we’re together. If you don’t, tell me, and I’ll make it right.”
Somehow, I suspected I wouldn’t ever need to tell him. He seemed to know my body just as well as I did, and maybe even better.
“What’s lesson number two?” I managed to stutter out as my breathing slowly returned to normal.
A wolfish grin spread across his face. “I thought you’d never ask.”