Page 94 of Fae Exile

She growled, sitting upright; the cover fluttered and slid down her waist. “I’d rather hang out with umbracs.”

I frowned. “Me too.” I absolutely meant it.

She glared at empty space for so long I thought she was going to get up.

But then she yanked the sheet the rest of the way off us and let it fall to the floor.

My eyes were wide as I waited to see what she’d do next.

Openly, blatantly, she ogled my body. She stared at my cock, then trailed her gaze over my skin like fingertips. Up and down she went, always slowing at my dick.

Still, I waited, my erection tightening with every passing sweep of her stare. My tattoos were glowing so intently they rivaled the rising sun beyond the windows.

She straddled my hips, dangled her tits in my face, and just as my lips leapt for a nipple, she swayed away alluringly.

Her grin was wolfish. “If that kinda shit’s what awaits us, then we’d better stockpile some imagery to keep us occupied while we listen to them drone on about whatever nonsense.”

Before I could wholeheartedly agree, she cupped her tits, heavy in her palms, flicked both nipples with a finger, threw her head back, and lowered herself onto me in one smooth stroke.

I couldn’t tell whose groan was louder, mine or hers. Probably mine.Holy fuck, this woman is going to make life one wild ride. Literally.

One thing was certain, whatever aristos lived on the other side of these walls, they heard us.

She rocked her hips, gliding up and down my erection, slicking it. She pressed her chest forward, at last placing her breasts within reach.

When I tweaked her nipples, she grunted her approval, and slicked more.

“That’s it,” she encouraged, rolling her body along mine as if she’d been making love to me for decades.

Elowyn was obviously a woman who understood her body. And she went after her pleasure.

Just seeing that made my dick harden further, till I felt the head pulse within her tight walls. She squeezed them around me. Another loud groan from each of us.

I sat up, holding her ass steady on top of me, and told her, “I’ll wait however long you need. However long you want. You’re my matenow, you’ll be itthen. You can take all the time you need to come to terms with that. You don’t need to say?—”

“Oh, please,” she snorted. “As if you and I don’t both already know you’re my mate.” Her hips rocked across mine.

I held her in place. “What’d you just say?”

She rolled her eyes. “You heard me fine, you just want to hear me say it again.”

“You’re right. I absolutely fucking do.”

“Rush Vega, arrogant sonofabitch with apparently every reason to be.” She pushed through my hold to rock on me, punctuating her point. “You’re my mate.My mate. There, happy?”

“Blissfully so.”

I spun her onto her back and thrust into her over and over again, then growled into her waiting kiss, “You’re my mate.”

I let all of myself loose then. I thrust and thrust and thrust inside her, wanting to give her everything I had.

When I could feel both our ethercrests rising, when my balls were tight to my body, and her moans were growing louder and longer and more indulgent, she suddenly stilled entirely.

Automatically, I reached for my dagger, tucked between the mattress and the bedframe. I flicked a look behind us.

Her moaning transformed into shrieks.

I whirled around to face her again so fast my vision blurred.

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