Page 4 of How to Keep a Fae

He suddenly peels me away and stares down at me. I blink up at him, still on my knees, vexed that he interfered. I’ve never been like this before, so overcome with lust.

I reach for him again.

He growls, snatches me up, and drops me down onto the nest. Before I can move, he thrusts up my skirts and braces over me, chest heaving.

My legs are spread wide around his bulk. Soft cushions and a deeply layered nest offer softness beneath me. Above is hardness: a predator is staring down.

“What do we have here?” He cups my silk panties that separate him from my pussy, his fingertips right over my core.

I moan.

“You’ve drenched your panties through.” He makes a tutting sound. “Dripping. Dripping for me. Did you like taunting me, bringing an alpha to his knees? There is no hope for it. These filthy panties are going to have to come off.”

“Okay,” I breathe.

He chuckles, still playing, his fingertips tickling back and forth, which is confusing. Didn’t he need to take them off?

He pinches the material over my core and tugs. There is a stretched moment where it sticks before it suddenly comes away. He pushes it back against me, pressing it inside me a small way before tugging again, seeming in no hurry to get the offending garment off.

“Do you do that with every warrior who has the honor of entering your nest?”

I shake my head, blinking at him as he continues his slow caresses up and down my slit. “No… I’ve never… I’ve never done that before.”

“Well, fuck,” he growls, ripping my panties into tatters with barely tempered violence.

I gasp.

Rattling a purr, he plants his mouth over my pussy, lips gliding hungrily over my intimate folds before he pokes his tongue right up inside.

My fingers seek and grip his hair, anchoring him to me.

He swipes up, flattening his tongue over my clit, and then swirling it around the swollen nub—my eyes cross—he closes his lips right over it and sucks hard.

My back arches up, and a climax detonates inside me.

I’m still sparking when he rises, wiping his mouth off on the back of his hand. The expression on his face is truly savage. Goodness, what have I unleashed?

I pant and try to find myself amid the scattered pieces as he lines up and slams into me. The sudden deep penetration snatches the breath from me. The rest is denied when he closes his fingers around my throat, pinning me to the nest.

“Your breath belongs to me, little feeder,” he growls against my ear.

And I give it to him gladly. My body, barely over the last climax, begins climbing straight for another high.

He eases the hold, letting me fill my lungs, and fucks me with deep, hefty thrusts that shoot sparks of pleasure through my core. My breasts bounce around, and his eyes lower to them. His hand slides from my throat to cup one roughly, making the clear healing milk trickle over my flesh.

He stills, his cock pulsing inside, and lowers his mouth to suckle my breast. The gush of release is heady, making me thrash through another climax, held impaled on his huge cock.

His lips move to the other side, sucking deeply, and swallowing my healing down.

I am lost, know not who or where I am. I’m a vessel for his unearthly lust. I did this, I realize distantly—I started this, and now he will finish.

His lips pop off, and his dark gaze locks with mine. He slides one arm under my ass to hold me still and fucks me hard again.

And I love how he places me to his liking, my small body easily moved or held. The wildness of the coupling finds a place of abandonment within me. My nerves zing, awakened to his brutality that engulfs my entire being.

“You can’t hide from me now, little queen,” he says. “Your king has found you.” His lips lower to my throat as he continues the rough strokes. “Your king has found his queen.”

He slams deep and holds.

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