Chapter 18
In the darkness of her chambers, I drop to the ground and slide my hands up her legs. Her skin is like butter beneath my fingers.
“If Eldrion catches us, he’ll kill you,” she breathes. “Are you certain?”
I tighten my grip on her thigh. “I would die a thousand deaths if it meant I got to taste you. Just once.” I grin up at her. “Besides, he won’t catch us. No one knows I’m here.”
“Briony knows.”
“Briony can be trusted.”
She falters, unable to think of any more reasons why I shouldn’t touch her. She is wet and ready for me, lust dripping from her pussy because she has been thinking about this since the day we met in the forest.
Because she can feel how much I want her.
She nods at me, and I spin her around. She presses her hands flat to the wall.
As she waits for my tongue, her wings glow brighter, and the air pulsates with energy.
I lift her robe and palm her ass roughly, tugging a delightful hum from her lips.
Her sweetness is intoxicating. I breathe it in, pressing my face to the inside of her thigh. The last time we were together, I was only able to use my hands to please her. Now, I intend to use everything at my disposal.
I nuzzle into her scent.
I have never tasted a higher born fae before. Never dreamed a creature like her would even look at me, let alone fuck me.
My cock strains hard against my pants. I want her to touch me, but not before she has come on my lips.
“Finn...” My name drips deliciously from her tongue.
Finally, I give her what she wants; I breathe cool bursts of air over her clit, following them with my finger. Then I start to suck.
As I devour her, she melts into my mouth. I don’t care if Eldrion finds us. I don’t care if the whole castle hears how much I please her. In fact, I want them to hear.
I want them to know that I will do anything she asks of me. I want Eldrion to know I have claimed her before he has. Because that is undoubtedly his plan; for why else would he have tracked her down and brought her here if not because he is in love with her? Why else would he take her on secret trips outside the castle?
“Do you like that, si’thari?”
She reaches back and holds my head in place between her legs. “Good boy, don’t stop.”
Her praise sends a jolt of arousal to my balls. I groan loudly, and lap harder.
As her moans become more intense, her juices coat my lips and my chin. My fingers move in sync with my mouth, teasing her to the edge, feeling her body tense and coil as she thrusts her hips back to grind onto my face.
I can’t help grinning as I grip her ass with one hand and slide the other down into my pants.
“Do I have your permission?” I ask.
She spins around to face me and looks down. Her eyes flit from mine to the bulge I desperately want to fist for her. “Yes,” she says. “But don’t come.”
Breathless, lust coursing through my body and pooling at the base of my cock, I wrap my fingers around my shaft and moan into her quivering pussy as she hooks her leg over my shoulder.
Her wings pulse with an almost visible energy, warming the air between us. I reach up and run my finger along the lower rim of her right wing. She shudders and moans loudly, and my fingers fizz at the contact.
When I fuck her with my tongue, still stroking the underside of her wing, she reaches down to circle her clit. She slams her fist into the wall, her body shakes, and she lets out a cry that echoes through the chamber, her wings fluttering wildly.
Her come floods my mouth, and I savour the taste, every last drop.
With a satisfied grin, I pull away and help steady her while her legs shake.
Staring at her, I slot my fingers into hers and raise her hand between us.
“Take these off,” I breathe.
Her eyes widen and she shakes her head. “I can’t.”
“Tell me why you wear them.” I squeeze her hand tightly.
She closes her eyes, the giddy haze of her orgasm fading quickly. “Because I hurt someone I loved.”
Dipping my head, so she’s forced to look at me, I hold her close. “Tell me what happened.”
For a moment, she allows me to continue holding her, but then she pulls away and paces to the other side of the room, pulling her robe tightly around her waist. When she is positioned by the window, leaning with her back on the sill so she is facing me, she says, “I had the most incredible sex I’d ever had.”
I raise my eyebrows, expecting her to look nostalgic. Instead, she simply looks devastated.
“It was the night Kayan asked me to marry him. We fucked under the stars. It wasn’t the first time we’d done it, but it felt different. I was so lost in him that I lost control.” She shudders visibly, and I cross the room to stand close to her.
“You lost control?” I tilt my head, trying to understand what she’s saying.
“I felt for his emotions. To heighten my own. I wanted...” She laughs and shakes her head. “I wanted to feel what he was feeling as he fucked me. At first, it was incredible. Then I channelled some of it back to him, and it was incredible for him, too. We were in this bubble of euphoria, feeding each other’s pleasure.” Her eyes are wide, and her cheeks are flushed. “But then...”
Ignoring the pang of jealous in my gut, I prompt her to carry on. “Then?”
“Then it all went wrong. He started screaming. Pulled away from me. He was writhing on the ground, his wings flapping like a moth caught in a flame.” She wipes a tear from her cheek and turns away from me to look out of the window. “I watched his entire body break in front of me. I took his magic. It drained right out of him, and left him a shell of what he was.”
I swallow forcefully, and place my hands gently on her hips, leaning into her shoulder with my chin.
“I destroyed him. It took years for him to find himself again. He has his mind back now but...” She inhales sharply and hugs her own waist, gripping hold of my fingers as she does so. “His magic is gone. I took it.”
When she turns around, she looks over my shoulder at my wings. “His wings are like yours now,” she says. “No magic.”
Mine flutter involuntarily, and I allow the bells on the tips to chime. “And you wear the gloves because you’re afraid it will happen again?”
She hesitates, then says, “Not really. I know why it happened, even though I might not know how. If I brush against someone with my bare skin, it enhances their emotions. Amplifies them. Makes them brighter. It doesn’t steal them.” She examines the gloves as if she’s seeing them for the first time. “I wear them because it makes others feel safer, and to remind me of what I did.”
She is crying again. Thicker tears this time, and she sniffs as they roll down her cheeks.
I cup her face in my hands and stare into her eyes. “I have no magic for you to take.” I grip her fingers with my own. “You cannot ruin me because I am already ruined.”
Her mouth opens, and she shakes her head. She looks at her gloves. “I can’t.”
“Alana,” I bark, causing her eyes to snap to mine and her lips to part in surprise. “Let me serve you. Let me show you all the ways I want to serve you. And let me start by showing you my heart.”
She strokes the side of my mask, then kisses me in a way I have never been kissed before.
“I want to let you in,” I whisper into her mouth. “Take what you need from me.”
There is a pause and then, holding my gaze, Alana uses her teeth to pull off her gloves and drops them to the ground between us. “You really trust me not to hurt you?” she asks, her breath heavy in her chest.
My lips part and my hand returns to my cock. “You could never hurt me.”
“Then, come here.” Her eyes widen, feathers of heat dance on my skin.
She smiles, closes her eyes, and inhales deeply. When she opens them again, she dips her hand back between her legs and gathers some of her juices.
She raises her slickened fingers to her lips, opens her mouth, and sucks them inside. A moan of pleasure escapes her lips as she swirls her tongue over her fingertips, never taking her eyes from mine.
“Holy stars.” I move urgently to kiss her, but she stops me.
“Would you like to come now?” she asks, trailing her wet finger down my bare chest, leaving a devastating trail of arousal in its wake.
Without answering, I grab her hips and carry her to the bed, spreading her legs wide, dragging the tip of my cock along her entrance and watching my pre-come merge with her wetness.
“You taste like heaven,” I whisper, pulling down her dress to expose her breasts. “Don’t you think?”
She grins at me. For a moment, I think I see a flicker of violet in her eyes. But it’s gone so quickly, I wonder if it was just my imagination.
“You feel like heaven,” she says, coiling her now-naked fingers around my thick erection.
I dip my head, suck her nipple into my mouth and swirl my tongue around it. While I am teasing her, she reaches between us, grabs my cock, and thrusts herself onto me. I groan loudly and grip the sheets above her head, then straighten myself so I can watch her face.
I need to watch her.
I need to see the way her eyes flicker as I fuck her.
With fierce determination, I thrust into her wet core. Her walls tighten around my cock with every stroke.
I grip her hips, the heat of her skin under my palms sending jolts of pleasure up my spine.
She moans softly, her wings pulsing in time with her breath as she reaches her arms back over her head and wriggles deeper into the mattress.
I pull out, slick from her pussy.
Her eyes snap towards mine, and her gaze narrows. “I didn’t tell you to stop.” She uses her legs to pull me back to her.
“Fuck, I love it when you talk to me like that,” I murmur, positioning myself between her legs once more.
In the dim light, her eyes sparkle and her lips part with anticipation.
“I want you to come on my cock,” I tell her. “I want to feel you come apart around me.”
She nods, her eyes never leaving mine. “And I want to feel you come inside me.”
I slide back in, and she arches her back as we find our rhythm again. The air crackles with energy. I thrust harder as her pussy constricts around me, teasing me with the promise of an orgasm.
I slam into her, the wet sounds of our bodies mingling with her cries, the strokes becoming more erratic, more desperate. I pull her closer, our bodies glistening with sweat.
She claws at my shoulders, then reaches back and tugs my left wing.
The sensation brings a jolt of pleasure and pain to my spine, and I cry out as my pierced tips chime for her.
“Let me feel you come,” she breathes.
I thrust harder, my balls tightening, the tension building inside me like a tidal wave.
Her moans become louder, more urgent, and her wings flutter wildly.
Mine do too, and I grit my teeth, trying to hold back until the moment she permits me to release. “Now,” she whispers, arching her back and grabbing the sheets beside her.
With a roar, I slam into her one last time, my body trembling with the force of my orgasm.
As I come, she gasps, tips her head back, then slams her naked hands onto my chest. Right above my heart. Her eyes widen, then roll back as her cheeks flush and her body unravels. She moans so loudly I swear the room starts to shake.
I explode inside her, filling her completely.
“I can feel you,” she cries out. “It’s like...” She loses her words and holds onto me as if she might fall even though she is pinned beneath me. She sighs as I continue to move within her. And with each wave of pleasure that washes over me, she whimpers as if she can feel it too.
We lie there panting and sweating, our bodies still joined together. She wriggles beneath me, unable to be still, smiling, cheeks flushed.
Finally, I pull out and collapse over her, my arms surrounding her. She strokes my hair as I catch my breath, her fingers moving through the damp strands. “I felt you,” she says softly, her voice tinged with satisfaction.
“You’ve never done that before?” I ask, lacing my fingers with hers.
She shakes her head. She’s staring at our intertwined hands. “Not since I lost control with Kayan.”
“You lost control with me, too,” I whisper, stroking a gentle line down between her breasts, over her stomach, her hips, her thighs. “But there’s nothing you could take from me that I wouldn’t willingly give you.”
“I felt the way you wanted me.” She shifts beneath my touch as if she still needs more of me, turning her face up to meet my eyes. “I felt your orgasm take over, felt it explode beneath your skin. Then it collided with mine and it was like fire inside me. So good it was almost painful.”
She stifles a yawn and retracts her wings.
“Did you feel it? Was it different for you, too?”
I pull her close and kiss her forehead. “It was different,” I smile. “But I don’t think I felt what you felt.”
She yawns again, her body softening as exhaustion takes over.
“Sleep...” I pull a blanket over her half-naked body. “I’ll make sure no one sees me when I leave.”
She murmurs a reply I can’t quite hear, eyes heavy, already halfway below the veil of consciousness. I pause at the door and look back at her. Red hair splayed over the pillows, skin glowing with the remnants of her pleasure.
I fucked an empath.
An empath fucked me.
And now I know what it feels like, I know once will never be enough.