Page 9 of How to Keep a Fae

“Get on the nest,” he says coolly. “Hands and knees, head down, ass up and thighs apart.”

A mini explosion goes off in my womb.

“Naked,” he tacks on. His hot gaze sweeps the length of me before returning to meet mine, pinning me like prey. His lips rise in a hint of a smirk. “Just in case there is any confusion.”

Nope, no confusion here.

He strides off for the bathing room. The sound of water follows.

Goodness. I turn toward the bed, the door, and back to face the bathing room. I have turned a full circle and not made a single step.

I’m to present. Naked.

I rip my gown over my head, toss it to the floor, and throw myself onto my nest. My whole body is trembling, pussy weeping—even my nipples are hard.

He doesn’t need any healing. He doesn’t need my blood. Yet I want him to bite. Not because he needs to. Because he chooses to.

My breasts feel unbearably heavy as I crawl into the center and place myself into position as he ordered, with my ass facing toward the bathing room door.

With my whole world centered on the sounds of the water in the other room, I lower my cheek to the soft material of my nest, widen my knees, and wait.

His scent lingers in the room and seems to caress me from the inside out as it passes into my lungs with every breath.

This is so... debauched, waiting for him like this. Presenting myself for ravishment with my ass in the air. Worse, he will suffer no delusion about what this does to me when he sees the slick trickling down my inner thighs.

My pussy aches. Ready for him.

The water shuts off.

Another mini spasm quakes inside my pussy.

I clamp my hand over my mouth to smother my needy whimpers.

His footsteps barely make a sound, but his rich scent wafts over me anew, confirming he is close.

He stops. A low growl follows that shoots liquid firestraight through my core and all the way to my nipples, which peak harder still.

“Now that’s a vision if ever I saw one,” he says.

The tiny hairs on my skin stand to attention.

He draws closer. Arousal pounds through me, sparked by the approval in his words, but also knowing he is looking at me… probably looking at methere.

The nest sinks as he kneels on it. And then a broad, calloused palm slides from my shoulder down to my ass. He squeezes it lightly.

“Very good,” he says.

He moves, the nest shifting under his weight and two hands cup my ass caressing gentle circles that draw his thumbs ever closer to my core.

He rumbles a purr like a big lazy cat, one that dips to a distinctly approving timbre as his thumbs find the slick that’s trickling down my thighs.

“My sweet fae has made a little mess,” he rumbles. “Let me clean you all up.”

Goddess, I swear the devil himself is trapped inside my room with me and cast me under a spell.

He shifts again. A squeak escapes me as a hot tongue laps me from behind. He hums approvingly. My whole body locks up as he continues to lick and lap lightly over the tops of my thighs. I continue to weep slick for him as he holds me gently, getting his tongue ever close to my core.

I can feel the coil pulling tight in my pussy.

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