Page 77 of Taken By the Fae King

“If I am yours,” I breathe. “You are mine in return.”

Pleased by my claiming of him, a deep growl of arousal rumbles in his chest and he crushes his lips to my own.

I wrap my fingers around his length, and he groans. “My stav is sensitive,” he rasps. “If you keep doing that, I will not be able to hold back.”

“Is that a bad thing?” I tease, breathless as he kisses a heated trail down my neck. I reach up with my other hand and trace over the pointed tip of his left ear, remembering how sensitive he said they were.

He growls low in his throat and quickly moves down my body, leaving a trail of kisses down my abdomen. He smooths a hand up my inner thigh and whispers against my skin. “Open for me.”

Breathless with anticipation, I do as he asks. His gaze holds mine, full of hunger as he dips his face between my thighs. I cry out in shock and pleasure as he drags his tongue through my slick folds. He concentrates his attentions on the small pearl of flesh at the apex, driving me mad with desire.

I dig my heels into his shoulders, writhing beneath his skillful ministrations. “Kyven,” I breathe. “Please.”

He slips two fingers inside my channel, reaching a spot deep within that drives my pleasure even higher while he continues to tease his tongue through my folds. It’s too much and not enough all at once.

“Let go,” he whispers. “I have you.”

A low growl vibrates in his throat and the vibration moves straight through my core, igniting a fire in my veins. My release roars through me and I cry out his name as I fall over the edge into blissful oblivion.

I tug at his shoulders, pulling his lips back to mine. “I want you,” I breathe between kisses. Reaching between us, I grip his stav. I want him to feel as good as I do.

“Grayce,” he growls low in warning.

“I want you to claim me,” I whisper. “I want you to give me your mark.”

A loud knock on the door startles us both. Kyven drops his head to my neck and groans, seemingly just as irritated as I am at the interruption.

He presses a quick kiss to my lips and then stands from the bed. He tugs the blankets and furs over my naked form to cover me before slipping a pair of pants back on himself and going to the door.

He opens the door just enough to peak outside. “What is it?” he practically snarls.

“I would not have interrupted if it were not important.” I recognize Aren’s voice right away. “But there has been a Wraith attack.”

“Where?” Kyven asks.

“Along the edge of the city.”

“The Queen’s brother Prince Raiden was injured in the attack and so was his friend, Prince Lukas.”

Alarm bursts through me and I jump up from the bed, wrapping the blankets around myself as I rush to the door. “Where are they?”

“Our guards brought them to the palace. The healers are tending to them now.”

CHAPTER40

GRAYCE

Kyven and I quickly wash up and dress, and then he flies me through the corridors to the healing ward. As soon as we reach them, I rush to the nearest bed. Raiden is laid across it, his eyes closed and his face set in a pained grimace as Healer Draymon moves his hands over him.

Lukas is standing beside the healer, growling. “Will he be all right?”

“Yes,” Draymon snaps. “This is not my first patient. Idoknow what I am doing, Wolf-Shifter.”

“Lukas, what happened?” I ask.

His head snaps up and he pulls me into a crushing embrace. “Grayce, thank the gods,” he breathes. “You are safe.”

“Safe?” I ask, pushing away from him. “What are you talking about? Why did you think I wasn’t safe?”

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