Page 5 of The Last Heir of Elsewhere

Even a month ago, I never would have believed that I’d willingly stand in the arms of, not just a fairy, but a Fae prince. But, of all the absurd changes in my life lately, somehow Bael’s presence felt the most natural. I supposed that was due to our mating bond.

It had only been just under a week since I’d first acknowledged our bond, but every day it became harder to ignore the instinct to complete the mating. That seemed crazy, as it hadn’t been long ago that I would have denied it was possible for a human to be the mate of a fairy. Fuck, only weeks ago I wouldn’t have known exactly what a matewas, but now Bael seemed to fit in a place in my life I hadn’t realized I was missing anything. We didn’t know all of each other’s secrets yet, and in many ways were still getting to know one another, but somehow itfeltright.

I reached up and threaded my fingers into his short curls. Pulling his face to mine, I captured his mouth with a kiss. His hands on my waist guided me backwards until I felt the heel of my boot hit something solid. I leaned into the resistance and realized it was a sturdy wooden barrel, likely full of some stolen thousand-year-old wine.

I pulled back, my lips hovering just a hair away from Bael’s. I could feel his heart beating against my chest, matching the rhythm of my own. “Should we go back to our room?”

The prince’s eyes flashed, hungry with anticipation. “Fuck no.”

His fingertips traced the curves of my body, his touch sending shivers down my spine. He raised me effortlessly onto the wooden barrel and my breath caught, my knees falling open of their own accord. Bael moved to stand between my parted legs, his hand trailing down to grasp my hip over my skirt.

He kissed his way down my neck, nipping and licking at my skin until he reached the top of my blouse.

“Do not rip it,” I gasped. “I don’t have time to keep mending them.”

He smiled, showing every one of his too-sharp teeth. “You are talking far too much.”

He wrapped both hands around my calves before sinking to his knees on the floor before me. His hot breath sent shivers up my spine, and a moan escaped my lips as he pushed my skirt up, and pressed a kiss to the inside of my thigh.

I tipped my head back. “Fuck.”

“Only say that when you mean it, little monster.”

I was tempted to tell him I meant itnowand bypass any preamble, but forgot the words when he forced my knees wider apart and moved his lips to the other thigh, hands sliding upwards, to discover his path was unimpeded. “Do you mean to tell me, that you’ve been wearing nothing beneath this skirt the entire time we’ve been in here.”

My cheeks flushed, and I glanced away, realizing now what that probably looked like. “Well, you keep tearing my clothing, and?—”

I broke off, gasping, as he leaned forward to press a kiss right over my clit. It sent tingles racing through my body, making every inch of me stand at attention for him as he slowly licked and stroked, causing me to arch into him greedily.

He reached up and palmed my breast, pinching my nipple through my blouse, and the spark of pain embedded itself in the base of my spine. Pleasure built, hot and consuming, and I whimpered. My hips rose of their own accord, and Bael pushed my thighs wider, as if to feast on me—to taste me completely.

I gripped his hair, whimpering as he sucked my throbbing clit into his mouth, his sharp teeth scraping just slightly. Then, without warning, he pushed his long fingers all the way inside me and I braced my palms on the edge of the barrel as my back bowed and I screamed, all my muscles clenching and shaking all at once.

“Fuck me.” I breathed. “I need to feel you.”

There was no hint of hesitation.

Too fast for human eyes, Bael rose to his feet. He undid his belt and let it fall to the floor with a metallic thump, which I forgot the moment his hands landed back on my thighs.

He looked down at me, eyes flashing. His fingers curled, digging into my thighs, hard enough to bruise, and lined himself up with my entrance before slamming into me. I gasped, my body reacting instinctively to the fullness and clenching around him.

His thrusts were slow at first, but they grew faster and harder as we both lost ourselves in the rhythm of our bodies moving together. I let out a moan, feeling him stretch me wider, filling me more completely. Our hips locked together, and I bit my lip hard enough to taste blood, quickly wiping it away before he could notice. Sex and blood—that was how a full mating bond formed, and we couldn’t do that. At least, not yet.

Bael’s hips snapped forward, driving himself deeper into me, making my walls clench tighter around him in response. His hands gripped my hips firmly as he took control, pulling me back toward him before slamming into me again. Each time he entered me was like a jolt of electricity coursing through my core; shooting sparks straight to my clit with each powerful thrust.

A knock sounded on the door, and I whipped my head toward the sound.

“Ignore it,” Bael growled.

His thumb found my clit, and he rubbed up and down, then rhythmic circles, as he thrust into me, our ragged breathing falling in sync. I whimpered, pleasure building in me again, as I rolled my hips against him.

The knock sounded again, harder this time.

“It’s probably Iola,” I gasped. “The meeting…”

Bael growled. “She’ll wait.”

“But…” I couldn’t finish my thought, much less my sentence, when he kept stroking his fingers over and over me in time with each thrust.

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