Page 151 of Crowned By the Fae King

His warm hands splayed across my inner thighs. "I'm enjoying having you sitting on my lap," Cass said, wickedness lighting his voice. His hips rocked against mine, sliding his ridged cock against my ass. "Maybe I don't want to give that up."

I let out a panting gasp. "Brat."

"It's possible," he crooned. "What are you going to do about it?"

I shoved myself up off of his thighs to the music of his sharp whine of protest, and pivoted to look down at him.

Cass sprawled back to meet my gaze, wings spreading, taking his weight on his elbows. Raw hunger painted his face and challenge heated his golden gaze.

With great deliberation, I lifted one foot and set my toes on his chest, over his beating heart.

Everything about him, from the challenge in his half-lidded eyes to his languid posture to the thudding of his heart beneath the sole of my foot, screamed "step on me." His desire tightened my ribs and built the heavy tension in my core, a yearning that went far beyond anything sexual, the sort of soul-deep need for being actively wanted that made a man beg to be taken.

Watching him, heat pounding in my veins and making my skin ache, I pressed the ball of my foot against his heartbeat in a slow, deliberate motion.

His whole body obeyed me. Cass let me shove him, following the pressure of my toes like a dancer following his partner's lead. He shifted his wings as he went, and I took the invitation, leaning forward and increasing the pressure.

His lashes fluttered. Desire sank into my bones, hot and swimmy, full of wanton, reckless need.

I put my weight on him, forcing him onto his back, deeper in the water. He went with a low moan, hair fanning out in the hot spring and one hand caressing my calf.

I looked down at him under my lashes. I knew the picture I made for him, the water dripping down my nude body and my skin reddened from the heat, the sun to my back and the supercilious expression on my shadowed face: every inch the dominatrix, and loving every second of it.

"Cassie," I crooned, the sunlight falling over my shoulders like a cloak and the steam of the hot springs caressing my skin. "Are you trying to make me mad?"

Cass panted, every breath shallow. The heavy pulse of his arousal pounded between my legs. Wings sprawled, throat bared, legs splayed… he looked as vulnerable as he felt.

"Answer your Queen." I pressed a little harder on his chest, the power of having the huge, deadly King of Mercy under my foot thrilling through me. "Or do I need to drown you to teach you manners?"

My core tensed, his need pulling at me. "I love the look in your eyes and the feel of your pleasure when you play with me, your majesty," Cass said, his voice rough to the point of hoarseness. "If you want my silence, you may need to teach me those manners, but I don't think I can drown."

Hunger roared into life inside of me, a heated need to take. All my skin went hot, my pulse throbbing over my whole body and every breath shallow.

Cass gasped and dropped his head back, baring his throat like a submissive animal—fuck, please do it, I'll do anything for you, I'm yours forever—

I bared my teeth, my grasping hunger sinking claws into my wanting soulmate, and shoved him underwater.

Cass didn't fight. He simply obeyed, as if there was no other option, letting my weight hold him underwater even though he could have easily escaped. My chest and throat went tight. Hot victory coursed through my veins, a lust for control that made me want to push just a little bit further—hurt him just a little bit more.

He would let me. He was letting me. I slid my toes up to his throat and knew that if I wanted to put my full weight on him he would take it, and hurt, and be grateful for the pain.

I pressed down for one heartbeat, and then took my foot off his neck.

Cass surged up out of the water like a primal god. Big hands grabbed me by the hips. With a snarl of raw need, Cass hauled me back down to the water with him. I barely had time to yelp before he had my weight on his face and his tongue buried inside me.

My whole body arched. Pleasure transfixed me. Need snarled through my core with every demanding stroke, the unyielding pressure flaring higher and higher. The flat of his tongue ran across my clit in short hard laps. His reckless want speared through me, burned in my veins, wound the tension inside of me so tight it felt like I would snap, and he didn't let me break.

Cass didn't come up for air. He didn't need to breathe, could focus everything on pleasure, the physical world bending to his will. He seated me more firmly against his mouth with a pleased growl, the vibration exquisite.

My thighs closed against his face, whole body shaking. "Cass," I gasped. My fingers tangled in his hair; dug against his scalp as I ground myself against his slick mouth. Every stroke of his tongue brought hot water with it, the sensation at once soft and electrifying.

He growled again, a rolling sound of thunder that made the water tremble. His golden eyes flicked up towards mine, all but lost beneath the ripples and steam.

He wrapped his left hand around his cock.

I almost came from it, my hips bucking so hard into his mouth that I cut myself on his canine tooth, desperate for it. The taste of blood sang across my tongue for one sharp moment. Cass started stroking himself, long hard jerks of his fisted hand that shot pleasure up my spine and made my pussy clench. Every touch painted itself onto my body. The grip of his hand, the press of his tongue, the way my body begged for him and how my thighs closed against his face—all of it poured into me, Cass holding nothing back, his every sensation and longing mine to claim.

—love you need you have you keep you—yours I'm yours I'm yours—gods, Quyen, you're so perfect, come for me, love—

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