Page 29 of Make Me Bee-lieve

My mouth falls open, and suddenly, I’m at a loss for words. What do I say to her? And how do I even say everything it is I want to say? No sound comes from my throat, even though I want it to. I want so badly to tell her that I care for her, yes, but that we have to be more careful. That this could cause problems for her. For the both of us.

“Well?” she insists, closing the gap between us.

“Polina,” I say. Her bottom lip trembles like she’s about to burst into tears again. I can’t let that happen. “As much as I’d love to do that again, we can’t. We shouldn’t. I’m a human and you’re fae. Not to mention a princess on top of all of that.”

“So?” she blurts, her brows slamming together. “What does my station have anything to do with our attraction? I like you.”

“I like you, too. But you’re engaged. And I think everyone would have something to say about their Caretaker getting it on with their princess.”

Polina puffs out her cheeks. It’s adorable, but this isn’t the moment to point it out. “I don’t give a flying fig what anyone says, or what they think. I’m tired of everyone making decisions for me. I’m tired of living a life under someone else’s wing.”

I wince. It’s not that I’m without sympathy … but it’s obvious that Polina isn’t actually interested in me for me. She’s interested in what I can do for her. “I don’t want to be used, though,” I say, crossing my arms in front of my chest. “You don’t like Elza, or Florian. I get that, but?—”

“I can’t let my first time be with someone I hate.” The words explode out of her. “I just can’t. I like you. I care about you. I want to experience pleasure for the first time with … with you. Not him. Though it’s not like he’ll be able to give me any, anyway.”

I snort. Okay, probably true. The guy definitely doesn’t scream “generous” to me. I’ve known guys like him at the office—they would brag about their one-night stands but could never convince the women to come back for seconds. Telling.

Gathering my courage, or what little of it there is, I grab her by the shoulders and press her up against the wall. She gasps, and I slam my hand against the wall above her head, boxing her in. I’ve seen men do this in movies, and I’ve always wanted to try it, but me being … well, me, I’ve never had the opportunity. Now I have the opportunity, and fuck me if I’m going to waste it.

“Then tell me to stop,” I growl.

I have no clue what I’m doing. My hands tremble. All of this feels completely unnatural to me. And I definitely didn’t have enough clover mead to make any of this easier, that’s for sure. But when Polina’s breath hitches and she squirms against the wall, the faux confidence that got me this far starts to feel real. Like maybe they weren’t making shit up when they came up with fake it til you make it.

“You’re gorgeous,” I rasp, and lean forward to brush my lips against hers. Tentatively, first, to make sure she’s still on board with everything, to give her an out…

But then all four of her arms wrap around my body and pull me against her. Our mouths meld together, and my god, do they feel good. Like the warm, calming rays of summer sunshine. Her pixie dust spills everywhere, getting on my cheeks, my clothes, in my hair. I don’t care.

And I don’t sneeze, either.

POLINA

Calvin’s hands tease at the hem of my dress, hiking it up over my thighs. He’s like an entirely different man in this moment, and not in a bad way, either. Instead of being the inquisitive, shy man with the calm countenance, he is now more like a predator stalking his prey. And I guess that’s me. I’m his prey. My heart pounds in my chest as he hoists me up against the wall. I wrap my thighs around his neck as his fingernails dig deep into my abdomen.

“I was right,” I murmur.

He lifts an eyebrow. “Right about what?”

“Oh, did I say that out loud? Silly me.” I flutter my lashes at him sweetly. “Earlier, I thought about how your arms were slender but looked strong. And here I am, being proven right.”

Calvin’s cheeks color, like he isn’t sure what to do with my compliment.

The sounds of merrymaking continue from beyond the curtain. Fae dance and laugh and clink their glasses together. No one has even noticed I’ve disappeared, even though this ball is in my honor. In Calvin’s honor, too, I suppose. He disappears underneath my skirts—ugh, how I wish I could just tear this stupid dress off and throw it aside—and he burrows his face in my cunt.

He moans and jerks his head back. When he looks up at me, I can’t help but snicker at the sight of his sticky, honey covered face. “H-Honey?”

I chew on my bottom lip and nod. “Mmhmm.”

Calvin’s tongue swipes across his mouth in slow circles, licking the honey clean from his face. “This just keeps getting better and better.”

He buries his face into my cunt again as he presses me up against the wall, sliding me up further and further until I’m practically resting on his shoulders. “By the sun,” I squeak out.

Calvin grunts from below, too busy lapping at my honeyed cunt to bother speaking. His tongue presses deep into my slit like he’s one of my workers collecting nectar, drinking deep from my flower, until he finds my precious bud. He lets out a low moan as he circles my clit with the tip of his tongue in languid circles. I gasp again, and my hand flies to my mouth to keep myself from crying out.

Delicious.

Honey drips down my thighs, but I barely even notice as Calvin licks me like I’m his favorite meal. I bury my fingers in his dark hair, coating his scalp in my pixie dust. My thighs twitch without my permission as the tumbleweed of nerves in my stomach finally comes undone and an explosion of stars shatters across my vision.

I throw back my head and scream his name … before realizing too late we were almost certainly heard. Whoops.

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