Page 152 of Crowned By the Fae King

Ecstasy slashed through me like a sword. I came screaming, my voice piercing the air as Cass groaned against me, my body hammering down against itself and hot come tearing through me in a glory of pleasure. Every clench of my orgasm felt like the end of the world—every wave of bliss crashed through me with the force of a tsunami.

Cass followed me, came with me, stayed with me. I tugged at his hair, my heart full of him, and Cass obeyed that silent plea. He grabbed me by the hips and pushed himself up, setting me back on his lap like I weighed nothing. His mouth found mine. Tongues and teeth and heat met, Cass kissing me like it was our last hour on earth—I'm here I'm yours I love you so much—and me kissing him back with the same relentless fervor.

My hand found the stiff length of his cock and stroked, the pleasure a spear in my gut. Breathing hard, Cass picked me up, water sheeting off of our bodies. He didn't need to ask what I wanted. He could feel it as much as I did; knew my body like his own.

Holding his wings out for balance, Cass slid me onto his cock, letting my hand guide us together. The groan deep in his chest matched the raw desire in mine. There was no denying who he was to me as he slid in and in, hilting himself in me. My healer, my Fury, my King—a man who belonged to me, body and soul, whose blood ran in my veins and whose Court answered to my hand.

Indivisible soulmates.

Something new. Something perfect.

I rocked with him as he started thrusting, falling into that perfection with total trust. Every drive of his cock into me was a vow. Every draw back was an anticipation. Always together. Never apart.

Tension built inside me again, hot and swimmy. I wrapped my legs around his hips and bared my teeth. More, I demanded, staring up into his eyes.

Cass snarled back, the rumble of his voice filling the winter air, and slammed his cock home.

Pleasure sang out from the pressure of his body in mine. Cass fucked me without relief or mercy, holding me like I weighed nothing and rutting up into me. His wings fanned the air, stirring the falling snow and sending the steam into dancing swirls. Every stroke dragged his ridges along me—sent aching pleasure radiating deep into my core—slammed the curved length of him up along my g-spot with white-hot need.

I felt like a dam in the face of floodwaters, barely able to contain the power of the river. Holy fucking black night, it was so fucking good, the grip of my body and the stark pleasure singing in my veins, the tension rising, and rising, and rising—

Cass held it off, holding my gaze, his panting breaths fogging in the icy air. Want, and need, and desperate passion.

I knew what he wanted—what he needed. Like I was casting a spell, I reached up and wrapped my hand around his throat, watching his lashes flutter and the pulse in his throat pound harder. I almost couldn't see through the haze of pleasure, the world falling away all around me, leaving nothing but the perfection of my soulmate's eyes.

"Mine," I told him, holding his breath in my hand.

"Yours," he rasped out. His fingers dug into my sides. His cock drove into me with each repetition—"gods, I'm yours, I'm yours, I'm yours—" and the sky cracked open and poured out radiant light.

Ecstasy slammed into us and Cass' mouth slammed into mine, a kiss of wanton need. I answered him, fell with him, came with his taste on my tongue and his cock buried to the hilt in me. Heat spread deep inside me with each pulse of come, satisfaction settling into my bones as pleasure stole my breath.

Bliss flooded my veins. My hand loosened on his neck, and I slid my fingers into his hair instead, stroking my thumb across his pulse.

"Mine," I said again, breathing the word.

A smile spread across his face, and then Cass was laughing, his voice as bright as the sun. With a look of pure mischief, he tugged my hips flush to his and let himself fall backwards.

I yelped, grabbing onto him. We splashed back into the hot spring with so much force that half the water surged out, driven out of the pool by several hundred pounds of Monarch and a very broad set of wings. My teeth clacked together as we hit. The jolt sent adrenaline skidding through every inch of me.

I shoved myself up, grinning down at him. "You ass!" I said, sunlight in my veins, laughing for the sheer joy of it.

Cass laughed with me, his gorgeous smile undimmed and his golden eyes warm. "You love me," he crooned, ears tilted towards me.

"I do," I said, the words coming easily. My heart. The fulcrum of my universe. Everything I could ever have asked for in a partner, and so much more.

His expression softened. Cass reached up and traced wet fingertips across my cheek, tucking my hair behind my ear and running his fingers along the curve of it. "My resplendent Queen," he said, the sunlight in his smile. "May I try again?"

He still had his cock sheathed in me.

A wicked smile spread across my face, slow and sure. "Splendor," I purred at him, watching the hunger sharpen his hawk's gaze, "you had better."

Clear-eyed

It was maybe a little bit irresponsible to sprawl in hot springs and have athletic sex from dawn until late afternoon, but in my defense, I'd had to ride a horse and watch my soulmate die. I felt entitled to some amount of relaxation before facing the music back home.

Cass, who remained a responsible adult despite my best efforts, finally groaned, scrubbed at his face, and announced that we should probably get back before Vad and Dani did something recklessly heroic in our defense. Despite wanting very much to stay, I acceded. I did grumble about it, but I let him chivvy me out of the hot springs and make a door back home.

It was as easy as making a door in the palace. No matter the distance, Cass' body was his, and between his healing and my binding, we were so tightly linked to the Court of Mercy that we might as well have been one creature. Stepping from the far south of Mercy to its heart took no more effort than scratching my ankle.

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