Page 94 of The Forbidden Fae King

Aldrin rubs his thigh across my core a second time and I hiss in a sharp breath of air at the explosion of sensation. He removes leg from between mine, pushing them further apart with the motion.

He watches my face closely as his hand runs down my breast, over my sensitive stomach and to the band of my leggings. It glides beneath, slipping under my panties as well, until those callused fingers reach the apex of my core. I shudder under that touch and arch my back into him. Aldrin groans as he feels just how wet and ready I am for him.

I grip tightly onto his shoulder as his finger rolls my clitoris again and again, my body jolting with each swirl.

An arrogant grin grows upon those sensual lips as he soaks in my every expression, especially when he slides two fingers deep within me. Then they start to curl.

I melt, right there in his arms, and moans fall from me.

“That’s what I’ve been dying to hear from your lips.” Aldrin growls in my ear.

Those punishing fingers work me hard, trusting and curling deep inside, his thumb tracing circles on my most sensitive part. Waves of pleasure crash over me, building and tightening within me.

I need more of him, but I can’t take too much. Can’t pass a point ofno return. I free my other hand by vaporizing the vines and undo the lacing of Aldrin’s trousers, fingertips grazing over his erection in the process. He grunts in surprise, but doesn’t stop his wicked fingers moving within me.

I pull him free and gaze down to catch the sight of his hardness arching out of his pants. It is almost enough to make me crash into a violent climax. I slide my fingers across its length, pausing to run circles over its head with my thumb, delighting in the feel of it.

Aldrin’s breaths become harsh and throaty, and when I palm his cock and pump it rhythmically, he lets out ragged, soft growls right in my ear.

A deep tension grows within me with each volley of pleasure he rings from me. It becomes so intense my legs shake and I think my heart will give out, but those fingers continue to rub and caress my inner walls until they clamp down on him.

All the sensations clash within me until I reach a boiling point, and I tip over the edge and into a release so strong I cry out from it. Aldrin doesn’t let up as he guides me through wave after wave of bliss, until I collapse in his arms.

My hand still moves across that massive cock, forwards and backward, until Aldrin’s bulky body tenses around me and a choked groan leaves his lips, his seed shooting over my hand in hot spurts.

He buries his head in the crock of my neck and we stay like that for a long moment, panting and reeling. I wrap my arm low around his waist and tip my head to his shoulder. It feels so right, buried within his embrace.

“I didn’t think you’d actually let me touch you,” he admits, voice muffled.

“Just this once, Aldrin,” I say and he nods, but I don’t know if either of us believe me. I have terrible self-control, and he has none at all.

This is only going to end in heartbreak.

Regardless of what grows between us, I have to return home.

Chapter 26

Keira

We travel across a wide road chiseled into a rocky terrain of low mountains with a sheer vertical drop on one side. My skin prickles with fear as we cross an immense bridge that arches over a gulf, its support pillars disappearing into the swirling vapors of hot, misty air below.

Caitlin gives me a wide-eyed look and her face is pale, but neither of us protests.

The altitude and humidity don’t seem to affect the fae, who laugh and joke as they jog all around us. It makes it hard for me to catch my breath and forces me to ride Kai.

We pass through many villages carved into the very stone of the mountainside in sprawls of ornate domed caverns, but they are practically deserted. An inn beckons to us halfway up a mountain, and I dream of a warm bed and hot bath as we approach.

Its courtyard is utterly empty as we enter. The banquet hall and levels of apartments are silent, dashing my hopes. The only sound is the ringing footfalls on the pavers, until two elderly high fae rush out to greet us. I wait at the back of our group as they trap Aldrin in a long-winded story about their woes and the fact they haven’t had a customer in a year.

Apparently, this was once a busy pilgrimage trial for a religious ceremony to a temple at the mountain’s peak.

I join Caitlin where she peers over the railing at the edge of the courtyard, to inspect a waterfall that crashes down the mountain and disappears into the steam. It must pass directly under the inn. Multiple water wheels spin within its cascade.

“There are hot springs here. Inside the mountain.” Caitlin points at a sign singing in the breeze, advertising the pools. “It might make a pleasant home for a Lake Maiden.”

“Yes. That sounds lovely.” I turn, examining the unbroken face of the mountain around to inn, looking for the entrance. I catch Aldrin’s eye instead.

I approach, but direct my attention to the innkeeper. “Can we visit the hot springs?”

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