Chapter 46
CHAPTER FORTY-SIX
Istand between the two hottest males I have ever seen and if I had the capability of dreaming, this would be everything I could’ve wished for.
And then some. But I am not asleep and whenever situations like this happen in real life, it never ends well.
Or at least, that’s what I read about in books.
“You okay?” Aramis asks, leaning close enough that his warm breath tickles my ear
“I’m fine,” I respond quickly, even though my pulse is all over the place. Guilt twists in my stomach. Isn’t he bothered by Conláed's proximity? I feel caught cheating, but when I glance up at Aramis, I don’t find anger on his face. Or resentment. Or jealousy.
His lips part faintly as his gaze flicks between me and Conláed before settling back on me again. There is some tightness in his jaw and a slight tension in his shoulder, barely noticeable.
Maybe he is jealous.
Just not possessive enough to make me feel guilty. Besides, this is normal fae behaviour. I shouldn’t be embarrassed about it.
Yet, I try to move, but as if they share the same brain, they step closer so I am pressed against Conláed's chest and Aramis places his hands on my hips. I feel his heart hammering against my back.
“Relax,” Aramis whispers, his voice like a purr curling around my ear. “And enjoy yourself.”
Is this really happening? Someone fucking pinch me.
The rational part of my brain tells me to pull away, to choose. But that part is quieting down with every passing second, so when I start to move, they move with me.
Where Aramis’ hands rest on my hips, Conláed starts to explore higher up my waist. I honestly can’t believe he’s doing so, but it only makes my hands eager to wander as well.
Aramis’ body is a work of art, but Conláed’s even more muscled.
I’ve seen it before, but being able to feel his abdomen makes my core melt.
The sparks around us intensify and Conláed brings his face down towards my throat, licking up its length. My hands dig in his soft curls, pulling him even closer, the stubble on his cheeks only adding more delicious friction.
More. I need more.
And as though Conláed can hear my thoughts, something sharp grazes the sensitive curve of my neck, not yet piercing the skin. A shiver ripples through me instantly, and I tip my head back against Aramis’ shoulder before I can stop myself, silently offering Conláed better access.
A tingling sensation spreads down my arms in a slow wave, and faint golden patterns flicker to life against my skin, winding carefully between the scars etched across my body.
Aramis chooses that exact moment to catch my earlobe gently between his teeth.
I am absolutely done for.
Aramis pulls me tight against him, feeling his erection only urges my movement, the feeling arousing me even more. Conláed lifts his head up, cupping my cheek with one of his big hands, tracing my lips with his thumb.
“You’re driving me insane,” he murmurs and I open my mouth, gently taking his thumb in my mouth, twisting my tongue around it and start sucking, just like I thought about doing once before.
He closes his eyes, tipping his head back just a little and the little muscle in his cheek flutters. The fact that he’s losing control over me drives me wild, and the way he’s staring at my lips, moving closer until there is only a hair’s breadth between us, I’m certain he will finally kiss me.
“I have to go, feather,” he whispers against my lips.
Oh, wow.
That cools down some of the heat rushing through me.
Aramis rest his chin on my head, clasping Conláed’s forearm in a way of saying goodbye.
The fact that you don’t see him in his fae form means something, feather, be careful.
“What do you mean?”
Conláed’s words confuse me. And his lips didn’t move which is just downright bizarre. He walks past Aramis and me and doesn’t look back, not that I was expecting him to.
The sparks have disappeared, but my skin still glows and when Aramis turns me around and kisses me, I’m molten lava in his hands. I stand on my tippytoes, tilting my head back and parting my lips for him.
My need for him is all consuming and before I can change my mind, I break up our kiss and start tugging him along, away from the dance floor, where I don’t see my friends anymore, out of the courtyard, up to the stairs that lead to my room.
Once we reach my hallway, Aramis picks me up with ease and I instinctively wrap my legs around his waist, place my hands on his cheeks and pull his mouth to mine.
We’re inside my room in a heartbeat and he moves towards the bed, sitting down as I straddle him. His erection is prominent and since my most sensitive parts now touch him there, the feeling is divine.
My hips start to glide back and forth and he moans into my mouth. I don’t think I’ve ever felt this powerful, a man, moaning beneath me because of what I do? Fucking wild.
His teeth catch my lower lip as his hands slide up my back and when he softly bites down and I see the need in his eyes, I know what to do next.
My fingers — who tremble just slightly — open the first button. He lets go of me and leans back on his hands, giving me enough space and the time to do this at my own pace.
I push down his shirt down his strong arms and admire my current view. How I would love to…
Oh, but I can.
I bring my face down, just above his waistband and start licking my way up his abs, across his pecs, to end at his throat, sinking my teeth in the soft skin there.
His body shudders beneath me. “Maily,” he whispers, his voice somehow even lower.
“Do you like it?”
He freezes. “Do I…dear moons, gorgeous.” he takes one of my hands and places it right on his hard length. My eyes go big. “Do you feel what you’re doing to me?”
I bite my lip and he stands up, turns us around and lays me down on the bed. His bodyweight presses down into me and his lips leave mine, only to draw a path from my jaw, trailing down my throat, his breath hot against my skin. I arch beneath him, nails dragging across his back.
Feeling there’s too much fabric between us, I start with removing my mesh top. He’s seen this much of me already, but feeling his hands roam my stomach is a new sensation to me.
His lips trail a path along my collarbones, the curve of my breast, remaining eye contact to see if I’m okay with it all. My nipples pebble through the fabric of my bandeaux top and I nearly rip it off myself, just as Aramis lowers his mouth and sucks.
Dear moons.
He roughly pushes his tongue against the sensitive bud and flicks back and forth. My core aches painfully and the little satin black string Neo made me wear is drenched.
I move my hands to the button of my trousers and Aramis lifts himself off me to give me better access. Instead of continuing with what I am wearing, my hands find his button and open it.
A finger lifts my chin up, eyes full of desire meet mine that mirror the same. “You don’t have to do this for me, gorgeous, you know that right? I’m fine with whatever you want. You drive me insane either way.”
I don’t think my heart could get any fuller. I place my hands on both sides of his face and place a soft kiss on his lips. “I want this,” I whisper against his lips. “If you want it as well.”
He takes my bottom lip in his mouth and nibbles on it, gently pressing down. “Say no more, baby.”
Aramis lowers himself until he’s halfway down my body and continues where I stopped before, opening the zipper so excruciatingly slow. His knuckles touch parts of me no one has ever touched before. He steps away and tugs off my shoes, sliding my trousers down my legs until they’re on the floor.
He slowly takes in my body, gaze roaming over every single inch of me and finally ends on the little black thong I am wearing.
Aramis chuckles low, biting his lip as his hands twitch beside him. As if the inability to touch me would hurt him. “Dammit gorgeous, the little panties? I’m breaking over here.”
Thank you, Neo.
Although by the way his eyes are still taking everything in, I could’ve worn the most basic underwear ever and he still would’ve been in awe.
He places one knee on the bed and starts tracing me with the tips of his fingers, from my foot up, dropping kisses on my ankle, the inside of my knee.
I take off my top while he’s watching, take his non-occupied hand and bring it to my breast. His hands feel like magic on its own, my back arching into his touch wanting more, more, more!
“Promise me one thing, gorgeous, okay?”
“Mhm.” He could ask me anything at this point and I’d probably say yes.
“If I do something you don’t like or I am hurting you or anything like that, tell me.”
I can only nod.
“I need you to say it out loud for me, Maily.”
My name is like a prayer on his lips, so I give in. “I promise.”
He moves down, hovering above my centre, locking eyes into mine, asking for permission to continue. I’m unsure of what he will do next, but I trust him so I caress his blond waves and give a small nod. And that is all he needs.
He doesn’t move the fabric of my panties, and gently starts stroking up and down my centre first. If the sensation already is this intense with the tiniest barrier between us, I can only imagine what it will feel like when there’s nothing there.
“So fucking wet,” I hear him whisper, more to himself than to me.
I’m about to apologise for it when he lowers his head, bringing his mouth right above where my need is the greatest and starts licking from my core going up, taking the fabric in his mouth as he sucks a very sensitive bundle of nerves.
A moan escapes me as I throw my head back.
“Dear moons,” I whisper, grasping for air as he picks up his pace.
Reading about scenes like this in a book is something, but experiencing them yourself? I understand now, understand why a woman can go mad with lust. I feel high, high on lust and arousal, one I do not want to come down from any time soon.