Page 51 of Chosen By the Fae King

His palm cupped between my legs, and my heart thumped wildly. I'd never been touched there before. It was both terrifying and exhilarating.

Nox continued to kiss me hungrily, his hand relentless in its exploration. I gasped for breath as pleasure shot through me. The feeling intensified when he shifted his weight to pin me against the wall more firmly.

He deepened the kiss then paused, resting his forehead against mine as we both struggled to regain control of our breathing.

“You tempt me beyond reason,” he whispered hoarsely, tilting his head to capture my lips once more.

This time our kisses were softer but no less passionate. His fingers delicately stroked and teased until I was trembling in anticipation. When I gasped and curved my pelvis into him, he growled low in his throat like an animal claiming its mate.

The wild in me demanded more.

The petting turned to concentrated stroking and my hips tried to roll into the friction of fabric between my flesh and his. Ever so slowly, his fingers ventured under the seam of my panties and one blessed digit found my delicate nub.

I panted and undulated, desperation laying waste to any restraint. My body began to quiver in pleasure while his finger continued its rhythmic caress until I was writhing in torment.

Nox increased the pressure, the feeling electric and celestial. A golden exhilaration of sparks lit behind my eyes. Close to something I sought but didn't know.

“Let go,” he commanded my body. “Just let go and feel.”

I did as he bade, suddenly aware of the stone wall at my back, cool against the heat I was radiating. The thunderous pounding of my heart. My skin as it stretched. My moans as they cracked under pleasure.

It was an explosion of sensations so exquisite that it was painful. The planet blew apart into a blazing comet, pleasure so sharp it would surely cut me in half. I jerked and shivered until the onslaught of sensation eased.

My skin tingled with awareness as Nox trailed feather-light kisses down the column of my throat. Something clicked into place and the wild thing settled. No less aroused, but no more demanding.

His hand inched lower, probing at the entrance to my sex. He pressed further, my muscles flexing. How far was I willing to go with this male?

Something pinched and I winced. Nox froze, easing his face back to look down at me. I couldn't meet his eyes.

He was astonishingly gentle when he withdrew his hand. I stared at it as he lifted it up between us. I flushed at the shiny slick covering his fingers and musky scent of my essence.

And copper.

I stopped breathing, bewildered by the tint of red on the tip of his middle finger. I wasn't old enough to go into my cycles yet. Fae females didn't ovulate until years after they'd come into their powers. It was nature's way of ensuring the mother was strong enough for birth.

Nox's eyes were the untamed side of savage, the smell of lusting male so thick the air sizzled.

“You are untouched.” He stated gruffly.

“Well,” I licked my swollen lips. “I would have to say, technically, I've now been touched.”

“Only by me?”

Reaching for courage, I met his stare. “Yes.”

His nostrils flared, the feral creature behind his eyes stared back at me.

“Nox—"

A pounding on the door interrupted and I jolted at the unexpected sound.

“What?” he barked, eyes still trained on mine.

“Brother,” Lorne's deep voice came through. “We have a problem.”

Nox cursed under his breath then planted a quick kiss on my lips. “We'll continue this conversation another time.”

He went to the door and wrenched it open. Lorne spoke low, in a language I didn't recognize. Nox's spine stiffened.

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