Page 60 of How To Tame A Trickster Fae

“I want it,” I tell him, whining slightly, feeling heady and faint with desire.

“You’re not ready to take it,” he warns me.

I don’t like that answer; I don’t like it at all. I grab the bulge, the knot, he called it, and squeeze.

He looses a ragged groan, and I grin in triumph before lowering my mouth to his cock and taking him as deep as I can. He hits the back of my throat, the unbelievable sweet taste of him stronger now, and I suck on him hard, one hand on his knot, the other working the long, thick shaft of his rock-hard cock.

“You want my knot, little witch, my Wren?” he asks, his voice deeper than before. The bulge in my hand is growing even bigger, hotter, as I work him, taking him as far into my mouth as I can manage.

“Tell me,” he demands. “Tell me yes, and I’ll make you mine right now. I’ll fill you with my cum and you’ll be mine until the end of our days. Is that what you want?”

Maybe I’ve lost what sense I had left because right now, with him holding my hair in his hand, his cock in my mouth, it’s all I want.

It feels right.

It feels like the only possible thing to do.

I let him go with a pop, and instead of answering right away, I back up.

He watches me with a lascivious expression, his cheeks a deeper purple now, his fangs even longer than I think they were before.

Slowly, I keep backing up.

Then I turn away from him, go to my elbows and my knees, and shove my ass high in the air.

“I want it,” I tell him. “Give it to me.”

“Such a demanding, perfect little love, Wren, what a good mate you are.”

Mate.

The word floats between us, and I try to grab at it, to hold it close and decipher it.

But he slams into me, and I scream.

He feels endless, stretching me in a way I’m not sure my body can physically handle. The bulge of his cock, his knot, presses into me, and I startle as I realize it’s not even in yet.

“Oh, goddess,” I moan, and he pushes my chest gently down until my back is as arched as physically possible, my body completely his to use.

And I love it.

“So fucking perfect, and all mine,” he snarls, the words less human-sounding by the second. “All mine, little witch. This perfect cunt belongs to me. You belong to me.”

I keen, the noise coming out of me like no sound I’ve ever made before, squirming and pressing back into him.

His hands reach under my body, and then his finger is circling my clit again, soft, gentle brushes at odds with the ferociousness of his voice, at odds with the force of his knot at my entrance.

“Relax, love, relax,” he croons. “Relax and come for me. Come for your fae lover.”

The circles on my clit intensify and I jerk, pressing back, feeling like it’s too much, and then he snaps his hips again and all the breath leaves my lungs at once.

“There it is, there it is, my golden Wren.”

I’m falling apart, falling off a ledge so high I could never see it before, and as he pulls me up, flush to his body, something sharp and unexpected pierces the tender flesh of my neck.

He’s biting me.

The orgasm lasts so long that I’m no longer sure where I end and he begins.

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