Page 47 of How To Tame A Trickster Fae

With wide eyes and the kind of calm demeanor I reserve for sticky, screaming toddlers and angry cats, I step back and finish chewing.

My skin flushes and I fan my face, suddenly hot all over.

I clear my throat, my entire body tightening up, my stomach swooping strangely. Maybe the cookie isn’t sitting right.

I glance back at Caelan, my nose scrunched up, and it hits me like a sledgehammer.

He is so, so, so handsome.

That dark, glossy hair that’s begging to be touched, the sharp angles of his jaw and cheekbones… and those eyes.

I sigh, studying him. The powerful, lean muscles under his shirt look positively rubbable, and before I’m even aware of what I’m doing, I’ve closed the gap between us.

My fingers tug up the hem of his shirt, exposing a breadth of purple skin. A moan slips out of my mouth as I run my hands over his abs, and when I glance up at him, his ice-blue eyes are dilated, his fangs extending.

“You are the most devious, darling creature I have ever set eyes upon,” he says in a rasp, and then his hands are at my hips, pulling me closer to him until our bodies connect.

“Kiss me,” I tell him. I don’t think I’ve ever wanted someone like I want Caelan.

He does as I ask, and there’s nothing sweet or gentle about it. His mouth presses against mine, his fangs sharp against my lower lip. I fit myself against him as best I can, hungry for more, needing all of him all over me.

My hands are pulling at his shirt, and I moan in approval as he breaks the kiss to take it off all the way.

“You’re perfect,” I tell him.

A snarl leaves his mouth as his arms circle my waist again. My hands travel down the expanse of his back, needing to map every surface of his beautiful body. There are rough ridges all along his skin, but I don’t have time to worry about that.

I need more of him, of all of him, and I don’t know what’s taken me so long to realize just how much I need Caelan.

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

CAELAN

Ido not know what’s possessed Wren to throw herself into my arms, to let me devour her with my mouth, to hopefully, finally, taste the sweetness between her legs, but I’m fucking grateful for it all the same.

As if I would ever say no to her.

She’s especially beautiful like this, eyes glossy with lust, cheeks flushed the prettiest rose, and I don’t think I’ve ever found anything or anyone as alluring as I do this mortal witch.

I take her plump ass in both hands, groaning as I squeeze the soft flesh of it and pull her up. Her legs wrap around my waist, and the feel of her hot cunt against my stomach makes me lose what little control I have left.

“Need you,” I tell her, massaging the delicious flesh of that ass. “I want throw you to the ground and plunge my cock so deep inside you, you alluring little minx.” I kiss my way up her neck, scraping my fangs across the throbbing vein there, then begin whispering fervently against her ear. “I’m so glad you’ve finally come to me. I would have waited a century, but this is much better. I will ruin you for other males. Once you have a taste of my cock, you’ll be the one bound to me, Wren.”

She moans, arching her back, and I run my hands up through her blouse, one arm wrapped around her waist as I kiss her.

I could die for the taste of her, and while I was already certainly bewitched, the tattoos scrolling across my skin telling the tale of our entwined fates, after touching her like this, obsession will be the only way to describe what I feel for her.

Obsessed with the way her fingernails scratch lightly down my back, obsessed with the way her breath hitches when I find the stiff peaks of her nipples.

“Wait,” she says, her body stiffening against me, and not in a way that signals pleasure.

I pause, breathing heavily, and do my best to pull my mouth away from the addictive taste of her skin.

“Wait,” she says again, and her voice is panicked, that half-lidded look of lust replaced by wide eyes.

It takes all of my self-control, which I admit is not one of my strengths, to set her down.

Early autumn leaves crunch under her boots, and she backs away from me so quickly she rams up against the rough bark of a tree.

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