12. Puck
Before I entered that alcove, I knew where I was going. I knew how to win. But as soon as I saw her there, punching the wall, I couldn’t resist the urge to mess with her. I had her panting for me. Completely flustered.
And then, she tied me to the fucking hedge.
I have earth magic, so it didn’t take long for me to undo Lysandra’s confines, but by then my mind was so clouded that I went in the wrong direction and wound up lost again.
Stupid. So fucking stupid.
Then, I had to watch her enthrall the entire party by playing the guitar and singing like some kind of siren luring prey into her clutches. I was helpless. No one wanted anything to do with me while she played.
I spent so much of my life on the outskirts of court life. First, while I was just a lowly advisor, and then when I was nothing but Titania’s perceived plaything. I thought I was done. I thought it was finally my turn to stand amongst the powerful and be accepted by them. Lysandra stole that from me tonight.
But I can’t stop thinking about the way her voice turned breathy and wanton, the way her nipples were so hard I could have traced their outline through her bra and dress, and the way her arousal smelled like cherry blossoms. I keep replaying how she bared her throat for me, and that my hands on her pulse made it flutter wildly as her chest heaved.
I storm into my suite, slamming the door behind me—equal parts pissed and so fucking turned on I can’t see straight. The longer I stayed at the party, the worse it got. By the end, I couldn’t even form coherent sentences.
I cannot romanticize this female. She’s the spawn of the devil. My competition. And she clearly knows what she’s doing.
I need to blow off some steam. I haven’t had sex in…a long time. Anyone could make me have that reaction. Although… the blonde courtier who flirted shamelessly at the party did nothing for me, but that doesn’t mean anything.
I strip off my clothes and head for the shower. I need to take care of my raging hard-on. The last thing I need is to be distracted before the first trial tomorrow. I need my emotions in check so I can beat her. And fuck, I want to beat her. I want her on her goddess-damned knees before me.
Stepping straight into the freezing spray does nothing to quell the desire coursing through my body, so I raise the temperature and let the water release some of the tension in my shoulders. I waste no time before grabbing my cock. A groan escapes my lips as my hand tightly clamps around the base. As an afterthought, I throw up a shield to keep any sounds I make or any names that may slip out trapped in the shower with me.
The presence of magic unleashes me, permitting me to fantasize about the very bane of my existence. I squeeze my eyes shut, and I’m back in that dark alcove with Lysandra pinned between me and the hedge. This time, I use my grip on her neck to guide her to her knees where I tap my cock on her insolent mouth. Those pretty pink lips open for me and she teasingly licks the tip before she swallows me down.
“Fuck,” I rasp, pumping faster. Precum beads on the head and I run my thumb over it, smearing it over my length as I work myself closer to the edge. My hips undulate, and my muscles tense. This is going to be hard and fast, no need to draw it out.
I imagine Lysandra’s brown eyes looking up at me through her thick lashes, her skin flush as I fuck her throat with wild abandon. She rips down her dress, letting the strap tantalizingly fall down her shoulder—just like she did in the maze. This time, she bares those full tits to me.
Just as I’m about to come, I imagine pulling out of her mouth as she stares up at me with her tongue out, begging me to come all over her face. She says my name in the same sexy voice she used tonight and I explode, ropes of sticky cum spurting from my cock and into the spray of the shower, where all evidence is washed away. I keep working myself until my dick softens in my hand.
It didn’t help. I’m still coiled tight, obsessing over our interaction.
I’ve never reacted to a female like this before, not even with Edina before the mating bond shattered.
Why won’t she leave my head?
Cursing, I finish my shower and mindlessly run through my nighttime routine. It’s something that’s always grounded and calmed me, even when I was completely adrift. Tonight, it’s not helping.
The size of my bed never bothered me, but tonight the massive mattress feels woefully empty. Maybe I should see if that female from the party is staying in the palace. It couldn’t be worse than spending the night alone with my thoughts.
I loose an exasperated breath, pushing away the fantasy of Lysandra’s voice gasping my name as I slide into bed. With a wave of my hand, I extinguish the magical lights and try to get comfortable under my sheets. My skin feels too tight, too hot. I magically throw open the window, letting the cool breeze drift in. Even that does not help.
My eyes close and I’m assaulted with a barrage of images that include my fantasy from earlier to darker times I try not to linger on. I need sleep. The trial tomorrow is too important, but my mind is determined to keep me awake.
I’m about to get up and grab a book when a faint moan filters through the wall—the same one I jerked off to. My cock instantly rises, tenting the sheets as I wait to see if my brain is playing tricks on me.
Another. This one is deeper, guttural.
How am I hearing Lysandra? I go over what I remember of the building plans for the king and queen suites, but I don’t remember our rooms sharing a wall.
Something ugly and molten churns in my gut as I strain to listen for the sound of another Fae. I need to know who is making her sound like that, and it takes all my control not to climb out of bed and kill the fucker who dares touch her.
What am I thinking? She’s not mine. I don’t even want her, she’s the devil. She can screw whoever she wants.
“Puck.”
What did she say?
Was that Puck or fuck?
Jumping up on the bed, I press my ear directly to the wall, knocking the wooden headboard against it in the process. I hold my breath, willing the pounding in my heart to shut up so I can hear Lysandra.
Come on, princess. Say it again. Let me hear you.
“Puck!”
That was definitely my name. She’s imagining me in that room with her.
Something about that fills me with satisfaction.
I preen as I drop back onto the bed, getting comfortable and grabbing my cock again. There’s no way I can hear this—knowing she’s in there playing with her pussy, thinking of me—without getting off.
My groan is long and low as I start pumping my length. Maybe this will be enough to take the edge off. Maybe hearing that bratty mouth do something other than trick me will—
Wait.
What kind of Fae doesn’t put a shield to silence their room before they masturbate? It’s a common practice, and its something the witches in the mortal realm do as well. There’s no reason Lysandra would be screaming my name if she thought others could hear.
Unless… this is a trap.
I curse myself and drop my cock, where it bobs against my stomach. Of course, this is a trap. She’s done this before. She fucked with my mind when she came to my suite the day she arrived, and she did it again tonight in the maze. She’s trying to burrow further into my head, to keep me distracted so I’m not focused on the trial tomorrow.
Well, two can play that game.
I don’t think she’s faking it; no, her pleasure sounds too real. And quite frankly, I’m too turned on to fake anything, but if I’m going to outdo her, I need to take this to another level.
I throw the sheets off and summon a bottle of lube. A smooth vine that’s thin enough to warm me up slithers from my fingers, and I coat it in the slick liquid before dripping some onto my asshole.
I use the vine to tease myself, pressing the rounded end against my perineum and teasing the nerves at my opening. My moan is unrestrained as the vine works past the tight ring of muscles, sliding in fully.
There’s a gasp from the other side of the wall, and Lysandra’s voice stutters. I release another long groan, not holding back as I work the vine in and out while I simultaneously wrap my hand around my cock.
Lysandra moans again, resuming the game. And it is a game. It’s a power struggle, one I don’t intend to lose. No matter how long I have to hold out.
The sound of vibrations comes through the wall, blocking out some of her softer sounds before it makes her even louder.
By the fucking goddess.
I thicken the vine slightly so it stretches my hole. I pump frantically, both with the vine in my ass and with my hand around my cock. Lysandra provides the perfect audio. The louder I get, the louder she gets.
My mind plays images of her writhing in her bed, a toy pressed to her clit while she fucks herself with her fingers. The sounds turn muffled and my imagination goes wild with the possibilities. Is she shoving her face into a pillow? Using her hand to muffle how turned on she is? Or is she pushing up her large breasts and sucking on her rosy pink nipples?
“Fuck,” I curse as tingling starts at the base of my spine. I grit my teeth as my orgasm barrels toward me. All thoughts of holding out are chased away as I stand on the precipice.
“Please,” Lysandra begs. The sound is like a tether to my cock. The need to come is so strong, but I slow my pace enough to stave off my orgasm. The anticipation of hearing her come is driving me mad with want and my entire body is trembling. But I’ll edge myself as long as I need to.
“Come for me, princess,” I growl, resuming my punishing pace.
Lysandra screams, loud and ragged. I can practically see her body bowing off the bed, trembling with waves of pleasure. It goes on and on, and I double down on my efforts to make myself come now that she has. The vine shifts, hitting my prostate at the perfect angle and I roar loud enough to be heard two courts over. Cum shoots onto my stomach and up my chest, and my vision goes black around the edges.
Her whimper is the last thing I hear before I put up a shield that can silence both her sounds and mine.
I’m not sure who won that game, but as I clean myself up and banish my vine, I can’t help but think I’m royally fucked.