Page 30 of Kisses at the Crossroads

“I’ve messed up the moment.” My shoulders drop, but Pike tips my chin up to look at him.

“You’re allowed to feel everything you’re feeling, Trick.”

“Lark,” I whisper. “My true name.”

He brushes the hair from my face. “Lark.” He smiles so wide his fangs show. “Suits you.”

My face heats again as I try to bury myself in his chest. “That wasn’t very special, was it? It’s all I can give you. All I?—”

“Lark,” Pike whispers my name and it’s everything. “I don’t need anything.”

“We had an agreement. It’s not fair to you?—”

He presses a kiss to my lips over and over. “I don’t need anything, Lark.” He kisses me again. “Just keep being you and I’ll do everything I can to free you.”

“I’m nobody, Pike. Just a Fae that got caught up in some witch’s scheme.”

“Give yourself more credit than that.” He kisses down my jaw, down my throat.

I’m lost in his little nips along my naked flesh. My cock strains in the tiny shorts. I can’t ask him to touch me, to do more. He’s already done everything.

“Let me take care of you, Lark.”

I nod and reach for him the moment he kneads my thighs. My heart pounds. No one has ever touched me. I’ve never touched anyone else and hope I’m not a bumbling fool that Pike regrets helping.

“Relax, little Fae,” Pike says as he drops to his knees. He hooks the waistband of my shorts. “Lift.” I’m in a daze as I follow his directions. “Good boy.”

Pre-cum leaks from my cock. Pike kisses one knee, then the other as his hands slide up and down my thighs. “So pretty. So needy.”

A whine escapes me as I lean into the mirror. “Don’t tease me too much. You have an untouched virgin on your hands. I’m not going to last.”

He grins up at me while his tail slides me closer to the edge of the counter. “I love your scent.” He presses his face to me, minding his horns, and breathes in.

Pike’s tongue darts out to lick my tip and I grip his horns. “Fuck.”

“Darling, that’s just a taste.” He swirls his tongue around the crown of my cock and I hold on tighter. He takes his time, slurping, tasting, acting like it’s the best treat he’s ever had. The sensation is almost overwhelming and I have to take a few deep breaths to keep from blowing too soon. My hips move of their own accord, his head bobs as he takes more of me in his mouth. I’m not impressive, not like Pike. Whose dick is as big as my forearm and I don’t want to think about how he’ll spread me open one day.

“Sweetheart, I don’t know what you’re thinking about, but?—”

“You have a giant dick,” I blurt out, then slam my hands over my mouth and look to the door.

Pike laughs and goes back to slurping. “I do if you’re comparing dicks in the human realm.”

“Obviously, I am. And the Fae realm. I’ve seen a few in my lifetime, just never touched any.” Still haven’t touched one.

“Maybe we should remedy that.” Pike pushes back to his feet. His erection strains through his pants.

“Can I?” At least playing with him takes the focus off my need and lets me give him something for once. He yanks his belt through the loops and I damn near come from the sound alone.

I slide from the countertop and work the button of his jeans open, then the zipper. He helps me push them down his thighs. “You wear those weird jockstrap thingys.” Not that the strips of elastic and cloth do anything to contain him. It’s like a sling for his dick he’s so hard.

“I like them. You’d look good in one.” The end of his cock glistens. My heart pounds as I reach for him. “You are so red, Lark.” Pike grabs my face and kisses me over and over, taking me out of my haze. One of his hands takes mine and guides me to him. “Tell me to stop if you don’t want this.”

“I want this,” I whisper against him.

We both moan out at the contact. He’s huge and my hand barely goes around him.

“We need lube to make this better. Spit in your hand.”

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