Page 59 of How To Tame A Trickster Fae

His hot breath drifts over my pussy, and I keep touching myself as he watches, his fangs looking longer and sharper than ever.

I’m writhing against my bed, desperate to come and so close, when the steel band of his fingers lock around my wrist and he pulls my hand away from me.

His mouth closes around my wet fingers, and I moan as he sucks them, his long tongue grazing the tips.

“My turn,” he rasps, and he presses the palms of his hands to the inside of my thighs, spreading me wide. “Good little witch, you taste so fucking good. I want you to come all over my tongue for me, can you do that?”

He lowers his hot mouth to my sex, and I can’t manage a coherent answer as his tongue laps at my clit, his fangs pressing the lips of my pussy wide open and holding them there. I’m crying out his name, my hands fisting in his hair as he works me. He plunges a finger in, stretching me, and my legs begin shaking in earnest.

“What a lovely witch you are, so wet and warm for my cock, so ready to let me stretch you. So tight, such a pretty pink cunt,” he murmurs, and each word of praise winds me tighter.

A second finger joins the first, and he’s pumping in and out slowly, my pussy making an obscenely wet noise.

“You taste like the nectar of the gods. You are a fucking dream, Wren.” His hips are grinding against my bed, the entire frame creaking. “Tell me what you want, pretty witch.”

“More,” I cry out, my hips bucking.

“Ask me nicely,” he growls, a feral look in those blue eyes.

“Please, please, Caelan, I need more.”

He doesn’t make me wait, and as he adds a third finger inside me, he sucks my clit, hard, somehow lapping at it and finding the secret spot deep inside me that makes me scream.

White fire flashes across my field of vision, my body finally reaching the apex, the orgasm so strong that it seems like gold sparks are falling from the ceiling.

“Look at you,” Caelan says, still pressing my thighs apart. “Look at how fucking perfectly you came for me,” he croons. “Pretty little Wren. Look what you did to me. To the room.”

I blink, and sure enough, there are gold sparks in the air, dazzling and ridiculous, proof of my magic’s happiness at what we just did.

As for Caelan, he’s half-kneeling on the bed, his cock now a deep shade of plum, and thicker than ever.

My jaw drops at the sight of it, and as I watch, it grows.

A bulge forms at the base of his cock, and suddenly, I want to touch it.

I want Caelan to feel as good as I do.

I sit up, slightly dizzy but determined, and take him in hand.

“Fuck, Wren, touch me, yes,” he hisses, and I love it. I love how this powerful male is at my personal disposal.

It makes me feel powerful in turn, powerful and slightly wicked as I lean down and draw the tip of his cock into my mouth.

“I’m going to come in that pretty throat of yours if you’re not careful.”

I back off, licking the proof of his words from his slit, and it’s delicious. My eyes widen in surprise because he tastes like an almond cake I once had at a very fancy party back in the city, and I want more.

“Tastes good.” Shock is clear in my tone.

“fae cum is nutritious, too.” His voice is a croak and he cups my chin, looking deep into my eyes. “You’ve brought out my knot already, little witch. You’ve put me under a spell, body and soul.”

“Knot?” I ask, breathless, wanting to taste him again, addicted to the taste of him already.

“It will stretch you so good, love. You’ll come around my cock over and over again, milking me until you’re fat and swollen with my cum. I’ll lap it from you with my tongue, and make you eat it so none is wasted.”

I moan, and I wonder if he hasn’t put me under some kind of spell, because that sounds fucking perfect right now.

“And you’ll swell with my babe, and I’ll fuck you over, and over, and over again, until all you can think about is how good I taste and how much you want me.” It’s a near snarl now, and the bulge at the bottom of his cock is pulsing slightly.

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