Page 42 of The Jester

“If Eldrion catches us, he’ll kill you,” she breathes. “Are you certain?”

I tighten my grip on her thigh. “I would die a thousand deaths if it meant I got to taste you. Just once.” I grin up at her. “Besides, he won’t catch us. No one knows I’m here.”

“Briony knows.”

“Briony can be trusted.”

She falters, unable to think of any more reasons why I shouldn’t touch her. She is wet and ready for me, lust dripping from her pussy because she has been thinking about this since the day we met in the forest.

Because she can feel how much I want her.

She nods at me, and I spin her around. She presses her hands flat to the wall.

As she waits for my tongue, her wings glow brighter, and the air pulsates with energy.

I lift her robe and palm her ass roughly, tugging a delightful hum from her lips.

Her sweetness is intoxicating. I breathe it in, pressing my face to the inside of her thigh. The last time we were together, I was only able to use my hands to please her. Now, I intend to use everything at my disposal.

I nuzzle into her scent.

I have never tasted a higher born fae before. Never dreamed a creature like her would even look at me, let alone fuck me.

My cock strains hard against my pants. I want her to touch me, but not before she has come on my lips.

“Finn...” My name drips deliciously from her tongue.

Finally, I give her what she wants; I breathe cool bursts of air over her clit, following them with my finger. Then I start to suck.

As I devour her, she melts into my mouth. I don’t care if Eldrion finds us. I don’t care if the whole castle hears how much I please her. In fact, I want them to hear.

I want them to know that I will do anything she asks of me. I want Eldrion to know I have claimed her before he has. Because that is undoubtedly his plan; for why else would he have tracked her down and brought her here if not because he is in love with her? Why else would he take her on secret trips outside the castle?

“Do you like that, si’thari?”

She reaches back and holds my head in place between her legs. “Good boy, don’t stop.”

Her praise sends a jolt of arousal to my balls. I groan loudly, and lap harder.

As her moans become more intense, her juices coat my lips and my chin. My fingers move in sync with my mouth, teasing her to the edge, feeling her body tense and coil as she thrusts her hips back to grind onto my face.

I can’t help grinning as I grip her ass with one hand and slide the other down into my pants.

“Do I have your permission?” I ask.

She spins around to face me and looks down. Her eyes flit from mine to the bulge I desperately want to fist for her. “Yes,” she says. “But don’t come.”

Breathless, lust coursing through my body and pooling at the base of my cock, I wrap my fingers around my shaft and moan into her quivering pussy as she hooks her leg over my shoulder.

Her wings pulse with an almost visible energy, warming the air between us. I reach up and run my finger along the lower rim of her right wing. She shudders and moans loudly, and my fingers fizz at the contact.

When I fuck her with my tongue, still stroking the underside of her wing, she reaches down to circle her clit. She slams her fist into the wall, her body shakes, and she lets out a cry that echoes through the chamber, her wings fluttering wildly.

Her come floods my mouth, and I savour the taste, every last drop.

With a satisfied grin, I pull away and help steady her while her legs shake.

Staring at her, I slot my fingers into hers and raise her hand between us.

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