Page 113 of Crowned By the Fae King

"Months," he said roughly. Cass leaned down and kissed the side of my knee. "What do you think about starting from the beginning?"

"Uh-huh," was all I managed.

Cass ducked his chin to hide his laugh, ears tilting forward. "Gods, you're cute. Come here," he said, shrugging down my leg and scooping me into his arms instead. He strode for the bedroom, shouldering open the door, and set me on the bed.

I stared up at him with big eyes, my pulse pounding between my legs and my breath shallow.

He tilted my chin up and kissed me, an affectionate touch. "I'll be a door away instead of a Court away, but let's rewrite those five weeks, shall we?"

"Uh-huh," I said again, my mouth wetting.

Cass kissed me again, bit his lip with an eager smile, and turned for his bedroom door.

I had my dress hiked up to my hips and my fingers on my clit before Cass even got the door fully closed. He groaned and fell back against the door, slamming it closed with his weight.

"Fuck, Quyen—"

His lust-soaked voice made me whine in response. I pressed my hand to my mouth, whimpering with need, feeling Cass yanking at the buttons of his formal pants. My pussy closed down with a flash of pleasure, need building like an avalanche. Fuck, it had been months, and he was right there, his desire coursing through me, his ragged breathing making my throat ache, his reckless want heating the air—

Cass' hand wrapped around his cock, and everything else ceased to matter.

My back came off the bed from the surge of pleasure. The world vanished, replaced by his heat against my palm, his touch shocking through me, his hoarse cry of pleasure filling my ears. I drove two fingers into my soaked channel, grinding up against the bones of my hands, lost to the desperate strokes of his hand.

His soul sang out to mine—cried out for me, wanting me. My blood ran hot, all my skin flushed. Desire throbbed in his groin and made his cock ache, every sensation paired with mine, amplifying mine. My palm against my swollen clit wouldn't have been enough, even with my fingers hooked up against my g-spot, but every impassioned stroke of his hand along his thick shaft felt like he had his hands on me, fingers stroking me with demand.

Harder, he begged, hand tightening on his cock. Fuck, I need—need more, please, gods, more—

The desperation in his mental voice fanned my lust into roaring, reckless need. I angled my hips and shoved the fingertips of my other hand against my clit with rough demand. It let me bury a third finger into myself, the stretch of my entrance a glorious counterpoint to the deep satisfaction of my fingertips digging against my upper wall. Pleasure coiled inside of me with the tension of a snake readying for the strike, winding tighter and tighter. I matched his pace, so wet that that movement of my hand was audible over my harsh breaths.

Tell me you want more, I demanded through our bond, baring my teeth in vicious need. Tell me you want to come. Tell me to make you come.

"Fuck," he groaned from the other side of the door. "Oh, fuck—" Make me come, he sent with raw desperation. Make me come, lioness, I want to come for you—

Nothing mattered to me but the man on the other side of that door and the endless need of his soul. My pussy closed down with a sharp crash of pleasure, imminence gleaming just out of reach. Again, I said, the world falling away.

Oh, gods, sunlight, Cass moaned, soul-to-soul, everything bared for me. I want you to make me come, please let me come—

Ecstasy caught me by the throat. Then come for me, I sent in a gasp, and came screaming his name, my body slamming onto my fingers like the surf crashing against the shore in a hurricane. Heat flooded me, every pulse of my orgasm matched to my soulmate's. Glory sang through me, and his teeth sank into his arm in a counterpoint of brilliant pain. His hand worked in sharp jerks, milking out his orgasm—tearing us through it, chasing ecstasy, making every clench of our bodies shoot lightning-bright pleasure through us.

I let out another soft whimper as euphoria flooded my veins, leaving me limp. My whole body went lax, tension running out of me like water. Bliss filled my veins. I pulled my fingers out of myself and panted for breath; Cass' feathers screeched along the stone as he slithered to the ground.

Wow, he said into my mind, sounding dazed.

I bit my lip, then started laughing, bright and happy. His answering chuckle filtered through the door, followed by a quiet thud as he clonked his head back, breathing hard.

That felt amazing, lioness. I think I might even be able to handle Talien putting opals on you, Cass said blissfully, his sleepy pleasure filtering through our connection as he spoke. You feel very 'mine' right now.

I laughed again at that, shaking my head. I've always been yours, and no matter how many necklaces he puts on me, I'll never be his, I sent, getting up and wobbling my way towards the bathroom.

Cass' happy rumble vibrated through the floor. Good.

All the flowers on the garden wall in the bathroom were in full bloom. Gold dusted the petals and the floor beneath them—not golden pollen, I realized upon investigation, but actual gold dust. I smirked and glanced in his direction. He was a lot better about affecting the Court with his emotions, but hardly perfect.

I'd enjoy it while it lasted.

We managed to pull ourselves together before we were late for dinner. The dress had the desired effect when I walked into the room in my stiletto heels. Talien's gaze sharpened, ears tilting towards me, and even Pelleas and Tech paused in their conversations to take me in. Cass glowered at them all—an expression that only darkened when I sauntered forward and made a playful "gimme" gesture at Talien.

The duke chuckled and stepped behind me, pulling the necklace out of his jacket again. "For my Queen, who has a dragon's greed," he crooned, settling the gems on my bare skin. They were still warm.

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