Chapter 14 #2
"Despite my best attempts, Queenie, I've never been good at fulfilling promises. Only made one that's ever mattered to me enough to see through." I bring her hand to my lips and kiss the back of it, delighting in her sharp gasp. "The one I made to you. I will keep my word."
Arden nods, eyes glassy and transfixed on where my lips tasted her. She is sweeter than any of the fairy food I've consumed.
"Because of your wish," she breathes. "You must earn it."
My nod is sharp, even though the wish is the last thing on my mind.
"What about tonight?"
My question comes out in a rush.
"Tonight?" she asks.
My fingers ghost over her cheek, savoring her soft skin. Warmth kisses my fingertips as I trace each freckle.
"Truth be told, I'm probably going to die tomorrow in some horrible way."
Arden gasps, pressing her hand to my chest. Her body falls into mine as if she can physically prevent such an outcome. I smile down at her, grazing the sharp point of her ear.
"I'll die for you happily, Queenie. But when my soul is festering away in this godsforsaken land, I want to be at peace. Not dwelling on my one regret."
The Fairy Queen nods solemnly.
"Taking on this mission for me?"
My lips curl. Doesn’t she know I’d agree to it a thousand times if only to be with her like this?
"Dying without tasting you," I correct.
Arden gasps. Swaying on her feet, her hands curl further into my chest. Mine fall to her hips, feeling her soft curves hidden by the maddening scrap of silk.
"Finn, I—"
"Lie to me and say you don't want it too. Tell me you haven't been wondering—needing it—from the moment we met."
She shivers, rubbing her thighs together. I nearly fall to my knees.
"I—I do want you," she confesses. "But, I can't. I've never been with a male, Finn. I—"
I'm a greedy man, but not a thoughtless one.
As much as I want her, with danger hovering so close, it is not the time nor the place to fully have her. Not when I can't take her properly and ensure it's as good for her as I need it to be.
And I need her first time to be pleasurable enough so that she never forgets me no matter how many centuries pass.
"We'll save that for after. You could die tomorrow just as easily as me."
The thought makes my blood freeze.
If her goodness is gone from this world, it will fall into darkness. I will give my last breath to protect her, to ensure that even if I don't survive, she will. My beast growls in agreement. If I die, knowing she is safe will provide me with solace.
A chill breaks out along my skin, and I need her warm mouth to chase it away.
"Live with me tonight," I beg. "Please, Queenie."
My fingers travel into her hair, shifting through the silky strands. Arden's toes curl against the tips of my boots. Her breasts pillow between us as she tips her head farther back.
"I've found riches and splendor most men would sell their souls for. Hidden lands and jewels of inconceivable beauty." I lower my head. "All of it is trivial compared to how much I want you. I ache, Queenie. I’m burning alive."
A soft moan falls from between her lips.
"I feel the same," she whimpers. "You are everywhere. Consuming me."
"Good." I grin. "You really make a man work for it, Queenie."
Arden giggles as my thumb teases her lips. Her lashes flutter and I can hear the rapid pound of her heartbeat. It matches mine.
"Have you ever been kissed before?" I raise a brow. "Do fairies kiss?"
"Yes," she whispers. "And no, I haven't."
All mine. I nearly start purring along with my beast.
Every part of her belongs to me. At least for now.
Despite my need for her, I won't demand she remain chaste forever. Not when I'm still planning on leaving. I'll show her the pleasure she will one day find with another. Someone who can be by her side when I can’t.
The thought makes my stomach turn.
I shake off the dread of our impending goodbye, refusing to consider it for tonight. This moment is ours. What happens tomorrow has no place between us.
"I fear, Queenie, every male after me will be a let down."
Her green eyes glimmer.
"There will be no else."
It pleases me more than it should to hear her breathy confession. I want to keep her and be the only one to taste her and feel her. To own her pleasure as she owns my heart, but it is unfair.
Another will bring her pleasure.
Not as extraordinary as the kind I plan on bestowing her, but she has spent centuries alone to honor her betrothed's memory. I can’t steal more of her time by demanding she not take a lover—a husband—when I'm gone.
I shake my head, but Arden cups my cheek.
"Please." Her warm breath bathes my lips. "For tonight, let's pretend this never has to end."
I'm all too happy to oblige.
My hands curl into her waist, bringing her flush against me. Her nipples press into my chest. I feel every one of her delicious curves. I could tear her silk dress with one harsh tug.
My need to see her naked is more pressing than my next breath.
"Whatever you want, Queenie. I am your servant after all."
Arden's smile makes my chest ache. Green flames spark in her eyes.
"Kiss me. Your Queen commands it."
I slide my hands up her back to dive into her hair.
"Demanding nobility. I can't wait to hear what other orders you give me tonight."
Amusement and desire thread between us, tethering our hearts.
"You'll just have to wait and see."
The tease in her eyes burns in my blood and decides me.
Lowering my head, my lips come down on hers. What starts as a gentle press turns hungry.
Her unpracticed lips push softly against mine. I press my lips firmly against hers. The Queen hums with pleasure as I guide her mouth, as she had done my magic.
I teach her different pressures. Alternating between savoring the corners of her mouth and the plush fullness of her lips. Nipping at her bottom lip, I savor her gasp. She shakes, eager for more. I taste her with a satisfied groan on my tongue.
Speaking of tongues.
"Open your mouth."
Her eyes flash, but she does as I say.
Slipping my tongue into her mouth, I gently slick it against hers. Arden sighs, pulling me closer. I love how quickly she adapts to me. Her mouth opens wider. She tangles her tongue with mine as I encourage it with gentle teases.
Her rose-and-lavender scent is richer than before. It chokes me with its sweetness. I anchor her mouth to mine by cupping the back of her head.
I taste her fully. My tongue strokes against hers, teaching her how to respond. The first time she slicks hers into my mouth, I nearly spend in my pants. My knees feel weak as I release a shuddering breath.
The painful state of my cock can’t be ignored. It presses into her soft stomach. She rubs against it, causing me to break from her mouth with a hiss.
Sucking down lungfuls of air, I take in her eager eyes.
"Did I do alright?"
Gods boil and fry me—
Her fingers trail over each one of my stomach muscles until she reaches the waistband of my pants. I thought I liked her shy blushes, but her bold touches send my body racing towards its peak.
I watch her confidence bloom as I nod.
"It was the best kiss I've ever had."
Arden is a quick learner. Timid at first, but the passion in her kiss makes my head spin. I need more. I need all of her.
Now.
Preening under my compliment, her shoulders shake. Before I can snatch her back to me, Arden's wings flutter, sending her into my waiting arms. I crush her to me as we fall back onto the grass. Her thighs go on either side of my hips as her mouth returns to mine.
Her uncertainty bleeds away as she tastes me with determination.
With Arden’s body rocking atop me, pleasure lacerates up my spine. My cock spills seed into the front of my trousers. It seeks her warmth, but it will not get what it wants tonight. This is about showing Arden the depths of her pleasure.
My hands trail down her back, skimming over each wing. They feel like burning silk and ripple under my touch. She grips my face as I break for air. Arden's tongue trails over my jaw before she nuzzles into my neck.
Her sharp teeth nip at my pulse.
She is more animalistic than before. An indicator that she is not human. Primal needs surge within her, and I’m the lucky man she’s chosen to relieve it with.
My hips jerk as more seed soaks through the fabric of my trousers.
The Fairy Queen writhes on top of me.
My fingers fall to the back of her thighs, teasing the hem of her dress. I trace her soft skin as her tongue licks over the shell of my ear. She is a wild thing. I am a vessel for her pleasure. Arden can use me however she wants. I’m hers to command, to explore, to own.
I’m her servant after all.
"Tell me I can kiss more than your mouth, Queenie." My hands grip the edge of her silk gown. "Tell me I can take this off you."
She whimpers into my throat. Rising over me, her hair falls around us in a pink curtain.
"Kiss me where?"
I stroke the back of her thighs.
"Everywhere."
"Hmm," she hums, "that is pleasing to your Queen. Very well. You may remove my—"
Her words die in a squeal as I flip her onto her back. My fingers pull up her green dress. Lifting her hips and arms, I toss the offending garment away and stare down at perfection.
She was made for me.
The thought pounds through my head and into my blood. Her beauty causes physical pain. She is soft and glowing. Her eyes are wide as she stares up at me. Her chest rises and falls with her rapid breaths.
Slender fingers flatten to the ground beside her as she inches her thighs open. Arden makes no move to cover herself. She is letting me look my fill.
Merciful Queen.
Her breasts are small and round, tipped in dark green nipples that bead in the night air. Pink freckles dust her shoulders and stomach. Her waist narrows before flaring out into the gentle swell of her hips.
Lush thighs part to reveal the prettiest little pussy I've ever seen.
Pink hair lightly dusts the top while slick, green flesh greets my eyes. It is a relief to know fairy females have similar anatomy as human women.
The discovery makes my confidence rise as well as my cock.
"No male has ever seen you."