Page 66 of How To Please A Princely Fae

His cock jerks, and my attention immediately refocuses.

It’s my turn to drop to my knees, and I do so slowly, ready to worship at the altar of my fae prince.

I take him into my mouth slowly, adjusting to the feel of him, the girth of it.

I love it, love the sounds he’s making, the way his hands scrabble for purchase on my bedding. The taste of honey and blueberries explodes across my tongue, making my eyes widen. I pull away from him, watching precum leak from the swollen tip of his cock.

Curious, I lap at it while I pump my hand up and down it, and sure enough… honey and blueberries.

Honey-and-blueberry-flavored cum. Wren’s been keeping secrets.

I smile wryly before taking him deep in my mouth, making him grunt.

Can’t say I blame her—I’m not sure how I would have taken that particular tidbit of information.

“You’re making me so fucking ready for you. I need you. I need to knot you, mate.”

“Then do something about it,” I tell him sassily, then go right back to work on that delicious treat of a dick.

I squeal as he picks me up, tossing me on the bed and lining his dick up with my entrance.

“You’re even wetter for me now,” he marvels, and we both groan as he rubs the head of his cock against my clit. “You’re going to take my knot so good, Willow.”

I bare my teeth at him, sick of the teasing, and dig my nails into his hips, pulling down on him.

“Is that what you want, my soft little witch? You want me inside?”

“Now.”

“Ask nicely.”

“Fuck me hard, right now,” I say through clenched teeth.

He hisses again as I throw my legs around his waist, driving up and onto him.

“Fuck, Willow, that’s it.”

He slams down into me and I cry out, seeing stars.

Full. So full. So good.

We find a rhythm quickly, my hips rising to meet his as he slams into me, coming more and more unbound with every slick slide of our bodies against one another.

He shudders, and I moan as he slides his fingers to my clit again, teasing it, making me more slippery. I’m clenching around him, desperate to come again, needing him so badly, needing something I can’t describe.

“Take it, Willow,” he grinds out, and my eyes fly all the way open in surprise.

He wasn’t all the way in—and now there’s something thick and bulging and swollen pressing into me.

“Fuck,” I moan, caught between pain and pleasure.

Kieran drops his head, taking my nipple in his mouth, his fingers still rubbing my clit as his knot sinks further into me, stretching me.

“Don’t rush it, Willow,” he snarls as I try to aid the process by shoving into him. “Take it slow.”

“I want it. Give it to me,” I demand, practically snarling.

“Fuck, woman,” he says in a low voice, gritting his teeth.

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