Page 86 of Beneath the Cursed Veil

She hummed against my shoulder, pressing soft, open-mouthed kisses against my neck. Her teeth grazed my skin. I stilled. Fuck. I’d been so worried about myself losing control that it didn’t even occur to me that she might.

I tried to pull back just a fraction so that she couldn’t easily bite me. I underestimated the woman’s ferocity and her fae instincts because she lunged.

Teeth pressed against my skin, locking down. I barely flinched, but my cock sure as hell did. Her fangs threatened to puncture my skin. I wanted that. There was no point in lying to myself when I’d made up my mind.

Meera didn’t, though. Not yet and not under the influence of pixie dust. Which left me with no choice.

“Let go.”

A sharp, desperate whine went through her, but she yielded to my persuasion. When her hold on my head didn’t get me to move closer, she let out a frustrated sigh and moved her hands to my shoulders.

“Why won’t you let me?” She groaned, moving her hipsagainst mine. My shaft slid against her wetness, applying pressure to her clit.

“Because I promised to take care of you,” I said gruffly. “Which meansno biting.” I prayed to whatever gods were out there that my persuasion held. Meera’s powers were dampened because of the dust, but so were mine. The only difference was she couldn’t think beyond the lust at all. Her attempt to bite me—bind me—proved that.

She wrapped her legs around my waist, the thickness of her thighs holding tightly against me, her nails pressing into my shoulder. I could feel the growl that was building in her chest. Apparently she was a vicious little thing when she didn’t get her way. I hadn’t seen this side of her because I always let her do whatever she wanted in our dreams.

But this was reality, and her biting to claim would have very real consequences that I wasn’t sure she was ready for yet.

“I’m burning,” she moaned, the sharpness of her nails breaking the skin. Sweat glistened at the base of her throat.

She needed relief, and she needed itnow.

“I wish I could be gentle,” I rasped, angling my hips to notch the head of my cock at her entrance. “But you’re not the only one that’s too far gone. Tell me if it’s too?—”

“Fuck me.”

I slammed inside her. My head dropped to where her neck met her shoulder as I groaned. Meera clenched around me.

I slid out, savoring the friction of skin on skin.

“Gods, you’re perfect.” The floral scent in her hair was nice, but it wasn’t what I wanted. Something about that agitated my fury, making me thrust back into her harder.

Meera cried out, losing herself in the fervor.

I licked a path up the column of her throat, the taste ofher sweat and skin soothing me. I sucked on a patch of flesh. She jerked beneath me. Nails pierced my skin as she raked them down my back. The violence of it spurred me on. My hips set a brutal pace that made her gasp and moan.

“Yes,” she hissed. “Right. There.”

She spasmed around me, pushing me to the edge of my release. I gritted my teeth to hold it at bay while she strangled my cock.

The second her orgasm let up, I reached back to wrap my fingers around the back of her knee, forcing her to release me. Her body went lax as her eyes fluttered open.

An expression I’d never seen on her before crossed her features. Her hazel eyes opened wide, almost like she was in shock. Her parted lips trembled. I summoned the tiny bit of tenderness left in me to brush my thumb over the apple of her cheek. Meera shuddered.

“You . . .” she breathed. “We . . .”

I sat back on my haunches and fisted my shaft, squeezing my base to force the orgasm back. “Get on your knees. Press your face to the mattress.”

She swallowed, not moving, as if stuck in a trance.

“Now, Meera.”

Her body rolled fluidly to her stomach. I lifted her hips, bringing her to her knees. “Hands behind your back,” I commanded. This time she obeyed without question.

I held her wrists in one hand and her hip in the other. In a single thrust, I entered her, sinking deep. I groaned, taking in the woman beneath me. Her cheek pressed against the duvet. Every inch of her beautiful form was on display. I started to pull back, only to pause.

Where there should have been nails, instead were claws. Soot blackened her fingertips to the first knuckle, then tapered offinto her soft skin color.

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