Chapter 27
Dean stared at Lilith and drummed his fingers against the arm of his chair. “What is this about?”
Lilith poured herself a cup of tea and took a seat across from him. “I needed you to leave Fawn’s side.”
Dean shot to his feet, his panic and anger crashing against him like a tidal wave. “If you pulled me away to allow someone to hurt her, I will fucking gut you and keep your head in a box.”
“Sit down,” Lilith clipped. “This must happen for her to live.”
“Do you know who is trying to hurt her?” He closed the distance between them and loomed over Lilith’s small form. “If you’re hellbent on saving her, then tell me and save me the time.”
“I cannot do that,” she replied, her face unreadable. “Believe it or not, I’m bound by the rules of the aether.”
Dean’s brows lowered. “What the fuck is the aether?”
“Also known as heaven, the heavens, Elysium, and a plethora of other things. As a Fallen Fate, my ability to see all possible futures is limited.”
“You have got to be fucking kidding me.” He backed away and fell into his chair. “So you don’t know it all.”
She shook her head. “Not anymore, but I know enough to guide you—if you’ll listen.”
Dean closed his eyes to connect with Cassandra and froze. General Craven spoke to Fawn, laughing. He’d never cursed having a serpent as a familiar until that moment. Who bonds a royal to a familiar without ears?
Dean shot to his feet. “She’s with General Craven. I have to go.”
Lilith nodded once. “It has been long enough. Go to her.”
He sprinted for the door and to the gardens with a sinking feeling in his gut.
Dean found Fawn sitting in the gardens, petting Tickles with Cassandra coiled at her feet. His rib cage rattled with the exertion of running. He’d never pushed himself that hard, and he had to put his hands on his knees. What should have taken twenty minutes took less than ten. “Are you okay?”
Fawn jumped up and advanced toward him. “Oh my gods, what’s wrong?”
Sweat clung to Dean’s hair and dripped down his face. He swiped at it and straightened. “What did General Craven say to you?”
She bent her brows together. “General Craven? He wanted to say hello. He was very nice.”
He laughed humorlessly. “The general is anything but nice.”
Fawn glanced at Cassandra. “She didn’t like him either. What am I missing?”
Dean hung his hands on his hips, his breathing finally returning to normal. “When my father had me punished by combat, the general was my opponent.”
Fawn gasped loud enough to frighten Tickles, and emotions fought for dominance in Dean’s chest. Anger won out. “I would have let Cassandra kill him,” she spat. “How dare he?”
Moving to pull her close, Dean froze when Tickles looked at him from her shoulder with beady black eyes. He paused, the need to hold his mate warring with his need to flee. “Can you put the monster down so I can hold you? I need to hold you.”
Seeing General Craven alone with his mate ripped at something inside him. No matter what Lilith said, he didn’t trust the general not to hurt her. Lilith didn’t know everything anyway. Did his father know that? What a mind fuck.
Fawn deposited Tickles on the ground and walked into Dean’s embrace.
It took Fawn a ridiculous amount of time to convince Dean that General Craven didn’t upset her. Knowing he was the man who put scars all over her mate’s body infuriated her, and had she known, she would have signaled for Cassandra to kill him.
They were safely back in their rooms, and Dean had a shit-eating grin on his face. “Are you ready for your surprise?”
A sheet covered a waist-high object at Dean’s side. “I don’t know. The last surprise you gave me was a leash.”
Dean waved her off. “You have to get over that.”
“I will bring it up at least once a week for the rest of our lives.” She walked closer and fingered the sheet. “Show me and get this over with.”
He frowned at her but removed the sheet and gave her space to look. She blinked. Surely she wasn’t seeing what she thought she was. “Is that a cock attached to a saddle on a rocker?”
Dean prowled forward and ran his fingers across the smooth leather of the saddle. “It will help you learn to ride.”
“I already know how to ride a cock. What is this?” Fawn bent over and touched the stitching at the base of the cock where it attached to the saddle. The shaft and head were made of the smoothest leather she’d ever felt. “Where do they sell these?”
“I had Jeremiah make it with help.”
Fawn started and snapped her wide gaze to his. “You what?” Her face flamed and she considered hitting him. “How am I supposed to face them again?” Oh my gods.
Dean covered her hand with his and guided it to the leather shaft. “You don’t mind people watching you fuck but them knowing you’ll fuck a saddle is too far?”
She gawked at him and waved her hands in the air. “Do you hear yourself? In what world is fucking a saddle a normal occurrence?”
Dean moved her hand over the smooth leather. “Ours.” Her traitorous nipples tightened at his sultry tone. He skimmed his other hand up her waist to her breasts to caress her soft mound. “You like the idea.”
Gods damn her, she did. This was her mate, her forever, and if she couldn’t be honest with him, who could she be honest with? “Yeah,” she replied, her voice husky, “I do.”
“I’ll get you ready to take your new toy.” He went to his knees and parted the overlapping strips of her skirt. A low groan rumbled from his chest. “You wore them today and didn’t tell me?”
His hooded eyes met hers, and she bit her lip. “I knew you’d find out at some point.”
“Fuck, Fawn.” He brought a finger to the strip of damp red silk between her legs. “You’re going to kill me.” Leaning forward, he snaked his tongue between her legs and licked the soft material.
Dean hooked his fingers under the sides of her underwear, slid them down her legs, and stuffed them in his pocket. “I want those back.”
His half-cocked grin heated her skin. “These are mine. I’ll buy you more.”
Rough hands ghosted over her thighs, leaving tingles in their wake. “Touch me.”
“With pleasure.” He hooked her leg over his shoulder and tugged her hips to his face. He lapped at her folds like a man starved, devouring every drop of her arousal to create more. “One day I’ll lay you out on the table and eat you for dessert.”
Silken strands of this hair slipped through her fingers as she held on to steady herself. “More,” she pleaded in a whispered breath.
If she thought he’d devoured her before, she’d been wrong. He sucked and licked like a man who’d starved himself for weeks. His magic tongue slipped in and out, driving her to the brink faster than what should have been possible.
Her walls fluttered and her muscles tightened. “That’s it,” he murmured against her. “Let go, darling.”
Pleasure flooded every inch of Fawn’s body, and Dean clutched her tight to keep her afloat. He continued his assault until she draped her body over his in a panting mess.
He lowered her leg and stood, reaching between her legs to gather any lingering cum. “I think you’re ready.” Licking his fingers clean, he hummed.
Holding the rocker still, he looked at her pointedly. “Mount, darling.”
The leather cock taunted her, tall and proud. “It’s too big.”
Dean positioned himself near the head of the saddle to give her room. “It looks average to me.”
Cocky bastard. Reluctantly grabbing the saddle horn, she stuck her foot in the stirrup and threw her leg over.
Her dress tucked under legs, and Dean released the saddle.
Fawn sucked in a sharp breath and white-knuckled the horn when it rocked violently.
Dean plucked her skirt loose and parted it down the middle, twisting the pieces to the side.
“Sink down, baby. Let me see you take it.”
Never in a million years did she think she would be fucking a saddle. She gingerly notched the head of the leather cock in her entrance and lowered herself. The buttery leather slid smoothly, splitting her open. She moaned and dropped her head back. “Gods.”
“Fuck,” Dean groaned. “Never thought I’d be jealous of an inanimate object.” He positioned himself at her side and slid his fingers to her clit. “Ride, darling.”
The cock’s pliant shaft moved with her as she rocked her hips. The saddle rocked with her, nearly throwing her off balance. “ Oh .”
“Keep your shoulders straight,” Dean murmured, “and move your hips with the saddle.”
Concentrating on her task felt impossible with the sensations shooting through her. “I…”
“Focus. You’ll need to pay attention to your posture no matter the distractions.” He circled her clit harder. “Roll your hips for me.”
Delirium took over and paying attention was a faraway dream.
Her hips moved faster, seeking the promise of a high.
Dean’s other hand slipped the sleeves of her dress off her shoulders and cupped her heavy breasts.
She gasped and moved faster as he caressed her sensitive peaks, alternating pinches with soothing touches.
She shuddered with her oncoming orgasm, and Dean released her breasts to hold the back of her head to his mouth.
Her hips momentarily slowed down, and it was difficult to move with her lips held hostage by his own.
He stopped rubbing her clit, and she protested with a whine. “Move, or you don’t get to come.”
Fawn focused on rolling her hips while keeping her upper body still. The movement came easier now, and he slid his fingers back to where she needed them most. “Good girl. Keep fucking it like the pretty little whore you are.”
Words deserted her, and she opened her mouth on a silent cry. “That’s it,” he murmured against her lips, dragging them to her neck. “You’re almost there.”
She moved faster, rolling and bouncing her hips until everything exploded around her. “You’re perfect,” he praised against her sensitive skin. “Beautiful. I wish you could see yourself.”
Nothing in Fawn’s body worked; every muscle melted like gelatin. “I think I’m going to like riding horses.”
Dean barked out a laugh, slowly lifted her from the saddle, and carried her to the bed. “We’re not done, pet.”
“Don’t call me that,” she mumbled half-heartedly mumbled as he laid her out on the soft mattress.
Warmth laved at her nipple, and she twitched, still sensitive from her riding lesson. “Every part of you tastes sweet.” He sucked her other breast, whispering sweetness against her skin. “I’ll never get enough of you, wife.”
Wife . She liked the sound of that. “We’re not married.”
Dean lifted his head and pushed her farther back on the bed.
His long body stretched over her, and his cock prodded her entrance.
“We’re getting married the second you agree.
” He slammed into her, and her back arched off the bed.
“We’ll go wherever you want to go afterward to celebrate our wedding, just the two of us. ”
She felt every part of him as he thrust into her. “I’ll marry you,” she breathed. She’d give him anything he wanted.
A guttural moan vibrated through him as he emptied himself into her. His movements slowed, and he buried his head in her neck, careful to stay toward the front. “You always know what to say.”
Fawn ran her fingers through his hair. “I meant it. I’ll marry you whenever you want.”
He lifted himself onto his elbow and tucked her hair behind her ear, grazing the top. “Do you want to plan a big wedding?”
Absolutely not. “No. I’d rather it be small with our family and friends, but I’d like my grandparents to come.”
He kissed her softly and pulled back. “We’ll send word tomorrow.”
“Is it true that I’ll be as strong as a royal when we marry?”
Dean’s free hand idly smoothed down to her breast and toyed with her pebbled skin. “Marrying a royal strengthens your magic to match ours. You won’t get a familiar , but your glamour will extend farther and work on non-royal fae.”
Fawn worried her bottom lip. “If it amplifies my magic, what if my magic is still too weak to reach that of a royal?”
His hand stilled for a moment before moving south to grasp her hip. “It will still be stronger than any non-royal.”
“Will we have children right away?”
Dean’s cock hardened inside of her, and he rolled his hips. “Darling, I’ve been trying to put a baby in you since the first night.”
“I take potion to prevent pregnancy,” she said with a tinge of regret. He thrust harder and she clawed at his back. “ Dean .”
“Then stop. I want you swollen with our child.” He moved faster, and her eyes rolled back in her head. “I would keep you pregnant if I could.”
They moved together, bodies slick with sweat. Wet, slapping sounds mingled with moans of pleasure, filling the air around them. “I love you,” she chanted over and over.
He echoed her words like a prayer, until they were both sated and spent. Dean pulled out of her, went up to his knees, and tapped the inside of her thigh. “Open, darling.”
Fawn’s knees fell open, and he reached between them, pushing his leaking cum back into her cunt. “Every drop counts.”