Page 121 of Crowned By the Fae King

I froze in grinding myself on his face, not sure if I'd heard him right, or which string of thoughts to follow.

Cass nuzzled up against me, tongue still on my clit. Can we pause? he asked through our bond, sounding hesitant.

"R-right, sure, of course," I said, half way in a daze. I crawled forward off of him to free my leg, and flopped onto the torn pillows to look back down at him. Feathers whooshed up and started drifting back down.

With a low sound of pleasure, Cass wiped his face off with the back of his arm. He tilted his head back to smile lazily at me, his crown fallen onto the cushions and his expression warm. "Hi," he said.

"Hi?" I said back, still dazed. My eyes flickered down his body to where he had his hand cupping himself. They locked in place, my hungry focus on his cock—not that I could see much. There was… there was a lot of it, though. The shadow of it under his arm had to be ten inches long.

And the way that shadow fell… those were ridges. It had fucking ridges.

Oh, I was in for the ride of my fucking life.

He reached up towards me, and brushed his fingers against my bare skin, leaving glimmering trails of gold behind that sublimated away. "Do you mind switching venues?" he asked, still smiling at me. "I want to fuck you into a most pleasant oblivion, and then I want to kiss you and do it again, but I'd like to do it where no one's likely to walk in on us."

Heat thudded between my legs with a clench of my core. "Oh. That sounds good," I said, staring into his eyes. More than good. As much as I liked the wild heat, the idea of being slow-fucked by Cass while we were both naked and in an actual bed caught me like a bear trap. No way in hell would I turn that opportunity down.

He grabbed his crown and got to his feet, offering me his hand. I took it and let him tow me upright.

Cass laced his fingers through mine instead of letting me go. Anticipation wound through me in heated need. The heaviness of his pulse in his groin thudded between my legs, an insistent drumbeat that demanded satiation. "Your bedroom, or mine?" he asked, glancing down at me.

"Ours," I said, my heart in my throat.

A slow smile spread across his face. "Ours," he agreed, and made us a door.

Giving Fate an Assist

Cass had his hand under my dress the moment the door closed behind us. I leaned back into him with a gasp, startled into it, and Cass dragged my dress off of me. He didn't even bother trying to be nice to the outfit that had taken Pelleas and Yllana so much effort to design and make. He chucked it to the side like a rag and slid his hand between my legs, rubbing two fingers along the soaked lace of my panties.

"It'll be—easier—on the bed," I panted out, grabbing onto his arm to steady myself.

He growled, a sound I could feel through his chest. "Is that how you want me?" he asked in a low rumble. "I'm quite willing to fuck you against a wall, on a surface of appropriate height, or with my wings out for balance while I hold you midair and rut into your beautiful cunt."

Heat shot through me. "Oh," I said shakily. "Tiger's off the leash."

Cass growled again. It was as much a purr of desire as an aggressive snarl of need, a sound that made everything inside me go liquid and hot. He ran his nose through my hair, inhaling with obvious pleasure. "Your tiger," he purred. "Put me on a leash if you want me on one."

"I want you naked," I said, moaning when his fingers dug harder against my clit, sending a spike of pleasure through me. "I want you on your back—oh, fuck, Cassie, I want all of you."

A shudder ran through him. His hot breath stirred my hair. "As you like," he said, sounding suddenly shy. He dragged his fingers up, then slid them into his mouth. I love how you taste—touch me take me—"Do you mind closing your eyes?" he asked hesitantly. "While I undress, I mean? So I don't feel so exposed?"

That didn't make any sort of sense to me. I was going to see him naked either way. I supposed it didn't matter if I didn't understand, though. I could give him grace. "Sure," I said, leaning back against his chest. I flashed him a smile before putting my hands over my eyes. "I won't even peek."

"Very thoughtful," he crooned. He bent down and nipped my earlobe, sending a shock of pleasure through me, then stepped back.

I heard rustling as he undressed. The clothes hit the floor with whispers of sound, one after another. Even that simple sound ratcheted up my anticipation. I remembered what he looked like naked. Those powerful thighs, the long expanse of his dusky skin, the trail of dark hair down his abdomen and the solidity of his torso…

The mattress groaned softly as he put his weight on it. His wings sang, spreading out, Cass arraying himself for me.

I whimpered without meaning to from the feel of of his hand gripping his cock. He stroked himself once, twice, making himself hard again for me. Fuck, that felt so good. My pussy throbbed. I wanted to feel him inside me more than I could remember ever wanting anything in my life.

"Do I get to look yet?" I asked, more than a little desperately.

"But I'm enjoying looking at you so much," Cass said with a touch of wickedness. "Did you put on that little balconette bra and that scrap of black lace for me?" His thumb ran across the sensitive head of his cock, making my clit throb in reply. "I can see your nipples through the lace, dove. Your curls. The peak of your lovely cunt, where I very much want to return my tongue."

"Cass," I whined in protest.

He laughed, his warm chuckle rolling through the room. "Alright," he said. A tingle of nervous anticipation ran down my spine, leaving butterflies in my stomach. "You can look."

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