Page 80 of King of Storms and Feathers

“Tell me what you want,” he said.

“This feeling to end. Please, I can’t stand it. Arrow, I need—”

“You need to come.”

I wasn’t sure what that word meant in this context, but I had a rough idea and a strange feeling that no matter what he did to me, it wouldn’t be enough. I’d want more, more, more.

“How do you get the things you want, Leaf?”

“I ask nicely and say please, like you taught me.” I hissed in a breath and forced the words he wanted to hear through my gritted teeth. “Please, Arrow, I need more.”

“That wasn’t so hard, was it?” He lowered onto his haunches, his laugh huffing against the drenched material of my pants, then with one quick movement, he tore them off.

With a hand on my chest, he pushed me backward and slung my legs over his shoulders, exposing me to the night breeze and his carnal view. I wriggled and tried to cover myself, but he growled and made a tsking sound.

“Let me look. Let me taste you.”

Good gods. What was happening?

And then he bent his head and went to work.

First, he pressed soft kisses on my inner thighs, his breath tickling my most sensitive skin. When his tongue gently laved along my seam, I cried out, shocked at the sensations wracking through me.

His thumbs parted me, opening me to his ministrations. I bucked and writhed and moaned, a terrible, wanton heat rushing through my blood and pumping my heart faster. This felt wrong. Shameful. But I wouldn’t let him stop for anything.

While he nibbled and sucked my flesh, his fingers fumbled at the fastenings of his chest plate, the golden feathers chiming as they hit the marble floor. The sound barely audible over my loud, ragged breaths and his low, animal moans.

I squirmed, levering my weight onto my elbows so I could see what he was doing. The sight of his head between my thighs, those beautiful lips moving over me, savoring my slickness, nearly undid me.

“So good,” he whispered, curling two fingers inside me, another sweet torture.

I dropped my head back, my hips bucking as my thighs shook. I was so close to something that was both amazing and terrifying. So ready to come apart. “Gods, Arrow. Please don’t stop.”

A snarl vibrated against my skin, and he muttered curses as I ground against his face.

“Fuck, Leaf,” he growled and shoved away from me, standing up.

“No! Arrow, come back,” I said, squeezing my thighs together in an attempt to end the agony.

“Do not move or I’ll lock you in the pavilion and stand over you, stroking myself to the sight of you lying there helpless and aching for me.”

“You wouldn’t.”

“I most definitely would. Have you learned nothing about my nature?”

I let out a frustrated sigh. Of course the prick would do it and probably enjoy every moment.

The black leather pants were peeled off and thrown aside. Then he stood naked except for the gold bands and blue magic circling his arms, glyphs moving like dark blood over the muscled canvass of his moonlit skin.

Drinking me in, he laughed at my expression. My gaze fixed on the thickly veined length jutting proudly from his body, and as he gripped it in his fist as if to taunt me, I reached out to touch it. He swatted my hand away. “Did I say you could do that?”

I shook my head.

“Do you know what I’m going to do next?” he asked.

“I hope so. It better be what I think.”

“First, I’m getting rid of this.” He tore the stretchy bands of gold from my chest, then buried his face against my breasts, worshiping them with his lips, tongue, and teeth.

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