Arthur
She didn’t leave me.
And she never would.
The Beast roared in my veins, demanding I tear at her skin with my teeth and do what he could not.
Instead of ignoring him or pushing him aside, I allowed him space. I allowed him to witness what I would do to the Ravenfae Goddess of the Veil. What I would consume that night with this woman within my thrall.
Her gown was shredded in seconds, a beautiful adornment to her body, but very much in the way of my hands on her skin, my tongue on her breasts, pulling the taut peak of her nipples into my mouth, one after the other.
She moaned my name and we were gone from the chaise. I picked her up, ready to tear away her undergarments, finding she wore none.
“Tell me to stop,” I offered, pulling at the last strips of black silk tangled between her legs. She laid bare on her bed in sheets of silky evergreen, her wings splayed wide behind her as her skin flushed under the hunger in my gaze.
No gown Piffle would ever create could compare to this.
I shuddered, admiring all the inches of her skin—the heavy curves of her lower breasts, the white marks of skin stretched across her hips and belly—the same dark curls she’d laughed about in a book of poems, my epiphany from the Veil to love her for all time.
MINE. OURS. TASTE.
I nodded in agreement, bending over her on the bed, waiting so patiently for her to tell me if she wanted this, too.
BITE. BLOOD. HUNGER.
She reached up, sliding her hands around the back of my neck. “Tonight, I am yours. Consume me, Arthur.”
It was all I needed to hear before my mouth was on her again, my tongue exploring hers, my hands returned from Beast, sweeping over her breasts to her back, pulling her to me. Her legs wrapped around me, and I tore free of her arms, sliding my mouth down the length of her body.
A taste. Just a taste and I’d be a better man in the morning.
Just a taste of what she’d been giving me between her legs, and I’d be cured of all my greed, my thoughts of elation that she could not just leave me.
My sick pleasure knowing that through the fire of her fever, only my mouth could soothe her.
I grasped the underside of her thighs, pushing them back to her torso, sliding my tongue up her center, inhaling in the raw scent and sweetness of her.
An adorable squeak came from her lips, and I smiled with another pass, knowing far too well what other sounds I’d pull from her chest by the time I was through.
I took my time there between her legs, holding her underneath me, refusing to ease up even when her nails dug into the back of my hands so hard, I felt the skin break and her body shudder, shaking through her cries of pleasure.
When I was sure she’d had her first release of the night, I slowly freed her legs, letting them fall back down as I settled between them.
Shame on me for thinking a Goddess could be spent so easily. Her mouth was over mine in seconds, exploring the taste she’d left there, her hands pulling at the waist of my pants, ripping them away until she found her grip around my cock, so hard I thought I’d burst at the slightest of her touch.
She read me like a book, stroking fast, pulling me into a place of such want and need, I could have spilled into her hands right there.
“Take me,” she whispered on my mouth. “I must have you inside me.”
I became so feral with need, I nipped at her bottom lip, drawing the slightest bead of blood. Instead of shock or anger, she responded in a soft moan, delivering my death sentence, for I would cease to live if she ever found a way to leave me.
I pulled her body to mine, slipping inside her with the ease of a man who knows a woman and the decadent mess he’d left there at the pleasure of his tongue.
Within seconds of harsh thrusts, I spilled into her fully, refusing her any room to breathe because my fingers came next, sliding into her, curling against her inner walls, driving a maddening moan from both of us.
She reached down and pulled them out, her tongue licking and sucking as if she was starved of the taste of both of us for all of her centuries.
It was enough.
Like a rabid dog, I flipped her, my cock still hard as I pounded into her from behind, gripping her wings and forcing her back to my chest. I bit at the skin of her neck, bringing a cry of pleasure and pain from her lips.
I’d mark her. I’d imbue myself into every inch of her skin so that one day when she did leave, because I was dead, the scent of Beast would follow.
Any man, fae or mortal, who touched her would know I’d been there.
I was the one who fucked her senseless. I loved her beyond the limits of skin and bone and sinew.
I loved her everlasting, ferally, completely, and that would be my legacy.
Not Heartstone Castle
Not the Underrealm.
Her.
The Ravenfae Goddess of the Veil was once consumed by a monster. She would not survive unscathed, but scarred, forever roaming the realm with a Beast upon her soul.