Page 45 of Their War

“Why?”

“Because I was a fool earlier. I shouldn't have pushed you away.”

“But you did.” It was both a question and a statement. I needed to know what had changed between then and now.

He sighed heavily. “Did you know that of the thousands of queens in Avalon history, not one of them has ever had a lower fae consort. Not just that, but they've never had an underfae lover either.”

“Okay...?”

“It's never been done. And I'm a fool because I thought that would matter to you. Hell, it still may, but I have to at least tell you how I feel.”

“And what is it that you feel?” I asked, drawn forward to him.

“Like I'll die if I don't taste your lips again. I feel like you're the air I need to breathe, the light to my dark, everything I didn't know I needed and wanted,” he confessed.

My breath hitched as he stepped nearer, leaning over and setting his glass down on the table behind me. Running a hand down my bare arm, he took my own glass from me, twining our fingers as he discarded our drinks.

“I know it's a lot to ask, but could you ever find it within yourself to let me be one of your lovers? If not, I understand. I'll just go back to serving you in any way that you'll let me, but I need to know if there's a chance for more?” His eyes stayed glued to our hands, his long fingers, which contrasted with my darker skin, ran circles across my knuckles and had me holding my breath.

“Yes,” I whispered. His eyes jerked to mine as if he hadn't expected that answer. As if he had expected me to deny him. Reaching up, I cupped his face with my free hand, squeezing his fingers at the same time. “Yes.”

My breath rushed from me with the word as I waited for him to close the distance. I had kissed him before, taking something he wasn't ready to give, only to be rejected. Now, I needed him to make the first move, to claim me.

Slowly, he leaned in until his breath brushed against my lips. My tongue darted out, licking his lips as well as my own, both of us inhaling at the contact. As if that small, brief touch was enough to snap the barrier that held him back, he slammed his mouth down onto mine, claiming me and deepening the kiss. His fingers weaved into my hair, pulling me closer as he tilted my head back for a better angle. He kissed me until my knees grew weak with desire, my own hands holding onto his forearms, desperate for his support.

Weightlessness overtook me while he kissed me, and I knew he just moved us from the living room. Breaking the kiss, I looked around at my new surroundings.

“Is this okay?” he asked, suddenly nervous. I glanced at the warm oak furniture, the sumptuous bed that took up most of the room. It was devoid of any personalization outside of the bare minimum furniture and items needed for sleep.

“This your room?” I asked him, moving closer to the bed, glancing back at him when he didn't immediately answer.

He just nodded. I knew he was waiting for my answer, but I didn't have any words for him right now. Instead, I lifted my tank top over my head and dropped it to the ground, leaving me bare above the waist.

His breath whistled as he inhaled sharply, his eyes glued to my body, taking in my breasts and hardened nipples. I watched him just as closely as I pushed my leggings and underwear down, leaving nothing on between us.

“Brannoc?” I asked him. His eyes met mine, pulled away from my body by force of will alone. When he finally met my gaze, I asked him, “Make me yours?”

“Fuck,” he breathed out, stalking me silently, even as he peeled off his own shirt.

Now it was my turn to inhale. His beautiful chest was lean with chiseled muscle. But what had me completely transfixed was the black ink that snaked across his skin. Symbols and writing in a language I couldn't read, but it didn't stop me from wanting to discover every inch.

I watched as his hands undid his pants, releasing the button before pausing. He leaned in, claiming my mouth again with his. “Are you sure?”

Reaching my hand out, I traced a line of ink that ran from his collarbone down his body to where it disappeared into his pants. “I'm positive,” I told him as I leaned in and tasted his skin, peppering his chest with kisses before sucking his nipple into my mouth, biting down on it gently.

“Shit, Rhowyn,” he breathed. “That feels good.” I hummed in satisfaction, moving to his other nipple, distracting him long enough that my hand could reach inside his pants, wrapping it around his hard shaft.

The breath left him as he groaned, but when I pulled back to look at him, needing to see the pleasure I was bringing him, I stopped. His eyes were now solid black as he looked down at me. I could sense the barely contained violence in that look.

As if something had snapped within him, he pushed me back onto the bed, shedding his pants quickly before I could even register the movement. Pushing up onto my elbows to see him, he stood between my legs, leaning down to cover my body with his.

He claimed my mouth, devouring me until I was completely under his control. His hand skimmed up my side, brushing my breast and leaving me whimpering with the denial of full contact. Instead, he pulled back, shoving two fingers into my mouth. Wrapping my tongue around the digits, I sucked them into my mouth. He closed his eyes on a groan before pulling them away and thrusting them as deep into my pussy as he could and scissoring them inside me. I squirmed under the intense pleasure as he watched me with his black eyes.

I hadn't needed any more lubrication, already wet and ready for him, but I loved his forcefulness. His thumb joined his fingers, spreading me wider and finding my clit. His thumb grazed that nub as his fingers made a come-hither motion, finding my G-spot. I moaned loudly at the concerted effort, my back arching up off the bed until I was nearly sitting. Lowering his head, he took one of my nipples into his mouth, biting down hard.

I flew apart at the contrast between pleasure and pain, gasping as my body squeezed his fingers. He continued to work me until I was a panting mess. “Brannoc, I want you. Please, fuck me,” I begged him, but he just continued, thrusting his fingers inside me.

I tried to squirm away from him, the pleasure too intense and still sensitive after my orgasm. “I wonder...” he started, slowing his fingers, which were now drenched in my pleasure, sliding one finger down. “Have you ever had a lover here, Rhowyn?”

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