Page 35 of By the Fae

Holly gave a nervous laugh. “Can we turn the lights off?”

“No way. How are you going to learn anything in the dark?”

After months of her turning up uninvited to my fantasies, there was no way I was fucking her with the lights off. I needed to see everything.

She squirmed again on the bed and not in a good way.

“What is it?”

Her thumbnail pressed into her lips. “Can you not look though when I get undressed?”

“Listen, if you want to jump Seth’s bones”—she flinched at the mention of that prick’s name and I received an unwarranted stab of annoyance—“then you’re gonna have to get used to everything. Fucking with the lights on is literally at the bottom of your worry pile, okay? He’s going to want to see everything. Every part of your human body. He’ll want to watch you as he breaks you. Watch you come apart under his touch. He’ll want you to scream his name, and carve up his back, and see your mouth around his cock, and your pussy weeping for him.”

Holly was shaking her head, eyes wide, as though finally realising she had bitten off more than she could chew. “Is that what you want?” she whispered after a few moments. “I mean, is that what all fae men want?”

I took her hand and placed her palm on my erection to show her just how much I wanted it.

The cutest little “Oh my” escaped her lips.No, not cute. Stop it, you tit.

“Do you want to stop now? We can just go back to how things were before. You can choose one of the other guys to pester about their game, and none of this,” I motioned a hand between us, “has to go any further.”

“No. I want to . . . I do . . . Okay.” She knocked the heel of her hand against her forehead. “Okay, yeah. I’m ready.”

I raised an eyebrow.

“Yes, I’m ready, I promise.”

I had an idea. I hooked my hands behind my head and pulled my jersey off, tossing it onto the floor.

“Wow, okay, you’re getting naked. Gees Louise,” she said, raking her eyes over my stomach and chest.

Gees Louise. I couldn’t decide if it was adorable or irritating as fuck. Irritating, definitely irritating. Though I wasn’t sure my fae mouth would let me utter those words.

I stood up and pulled my jeans and underpants down, scooping my socks off at the same time, and kicked those aside too.

“Oh my Gods. Oh my word,” Holly said, glancing at my hard cock, averting her eyes, and glancing back. “You’re huge.”

I didn’t even need to acknowledge it. I was big. Not Taur big, but big enough to turn thighs into jelly. Big enough to rob her of the ability to breathe with every inward thrust. Big enough for her to remember me whenever she took a piss for the next few days.

Kneeling on the bed next to her, naked except for my watch and my Harness Stones, I leant closer and kissed the throbbing pulse in her neck. Holly twitched at the contact and melted into me. Damn, she had no right to smell this good. Like the cardigan she left in my office. Like raspberries and Parma-Violets. Who knew that scent would be so sexy? My cock leapt forward, brushing against the stiff denim of her dress.

“If we don’t take this tent off you, it’s going to get all messed up with my pre-cum.”

She nodded, pupils dilated, breaths coming out ragged and hot against the bare skin of my chest. I tried to unbutton one of the silver dungaree . . . bits. But—What the fuck was this?

“No, you have to push it down and then up like this.” Holly took over, laughing at my inept jiggling. I didn’t think I could hate these bastard clown clothes more than I did. I was wrong. How should I know you needed a degree in fucking dungaree unbuckling to undo those bloody things? Eventually, both straps were freed, so I pulled the dress over her head, leaving her in a tight purple t-shirt and a pair of purple knickers. Just like the ones I’d accidentally glamoured her in. I swallowed my moan. There was already a wet patch developing at her crotch.

I forced my hands to stay in fairly neutral territory, against her upper arms, and not to reach down to feel the evidence of her arousal. I needed to keep it clinical. Emotionless. She wanted lessons. To be taught. How to please a fae man.

That’s what she asked me to do. That’s what she would get.

My cock twitched again, this time hitting the bare skin of her soft human stomach. I closed my eyes and fought against the sudden rush of desperation.

Do not come yet. Don’t you dare come yet.

Would Holly really learn anything if I shot my load before she could even touch me?

“Do you want my t-shirt off?” she asked.

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