Page 16 of Defy the Fae

“You’re…” She flicks her waist forward, lurching it against mine, so that we reel as one. “You’re inside me only a little. The top of your dick is probing me like a cruel son of a bitch.”

Wicked humor rumbles from my chest. My body enters hers another forsaken inch, then another, then another, which pulls afflicted moans from her.

“And now?” I murmur while nudging her with long, shallow pumps until she’s sopping wet, and I’m as stiff as metal.

“You’re a bit deeper now,” she keens. “Barely halfway. I feel…I feel your cock’s tip inside me…but not the base, and it’s so good, but fucking hell, if you don’t fill me to the brim, I’m gonna scream.”

“I’d like to hear you scream,” I whisper, my muscles clenching, burning from holding back. “I’d like to tear the climax from your throat. You know I can do it. You know how long a Fae can last—”

With the snarl of a sexual deity, Lark grabs my face and wrenches my gaze to her ravenous one. Those mercury eyes flash as she makes her command. “We’re of the mountain, hon. I don’t want you to go deeper. I want you to go higher,” she mutters. “Now fuck me. And do it with your wings out.”

My lips slant in what I suspect is a devilish grin. “Your wish is my will.”

The plumes bust from my shoulder blades. Two vast panels of blue and black snap outward, the lashing sound reminiscent of her whip—another toy that we’ve used during our erotic escapades.

My feathers bristle from the mounting tension, their velocity smacking across the room. The impact throws a flurry through the space. Vines of foliage, which spill from hanging pots, swing above us like pendulums and clack into one another.

The moment my wings have overwhelmed the room to capacity, I clamp onto Lark’s ass and launch my cock into her. Her spine curves, and her cry shoots to the rafters. Fables eternal, her folds seal around my erection, seizing me from the apex to the hilt.

My head falls to her neck, where I groan, breath hot against her skin. “Unearthly fuck.”

Her nails scratch my back, thread through my wings, and drag over the vanes. “Do it,” she pleads. “Now.”

Such delicious torment racks my joints. Indeed, with what I’m about to do to this precious female, anyone will hear. They won’t be able to tune it out.

Without further preamble, I cover Lark’s mouth gently with my palm and whisk into her with measured thrusts. My backside pitches forward, my cock swinging up into Lark, hitting that cinched spot that makes her shout. In a vigorous tempo, I contort my hips and pull those moans from my mate, the need a carnal thing, an unrelenting thing.

Her moans slam into my hand, muffled but still audible to the servants’ ears. I don’t want her silenced, quietly taking my cock. No, I want her rapture blasting to the heavens. I want to hear her dominate this tower. But while I cherish our notorious penchant for fucking in open spaces, another part of me wants to keep this between us, however futile at this point.

I undulate my hips, my erection slippery with her arousal as it pumps in and out of her. The feel of her slickness covering my skin drives me to madness. My length broadens, the pommel of my cock so inflated it hurts in the most decadent way.

My free hand clamps onto Lark’s wrists and jerks them overhead, fastening her to the wall as I piston my waist, lashing every inch into her. Firelight dances across her pleated face. She bows into me, mouth open and raging with noise beneath my palm.

Each moan grates from her chest, in tandem to my thrusts. Her pussy tightens, spasms with every fluid entry and withdrawal.

My own mouth falls open, groans shaking from my throat. I put my entire frame into the effort, the elation traveling to the edges of my wings.

Lark’s teeth nip my flesh. She’s had enough restraint, and I can’t refuse her, won’t ever refuse her. With a hiss, I jerk my hand away, releasing the noises she makes, which run rampant through the great room.

On impulse, I reach for the wind. Once it answers, I snap my fingers.

A breeze strikes like a match against the logs in the central pit surrounded by sumptuous chairs. Timber explodes into flames. They scald the tower with additional light, more ways to see Lark, to watch her face while I make her convulse.

But not yet. Oh, not yet.

When I reminded her how long a Fae can last, I wasn’t being casual. My body keeps going, keeps pumping. This isn’t over until her throat is raw from crying out, until the orgasm is ready to shove her off a precipice.

With my other hand still claiming her wrists, I thrust into Lark with precision, increasing my pace and going higher, higher still. I won’t stop, not even if the momentum threatens to crack my spine in half, not even if the pain threatens to suffocate me. And when she’s falling, I’ll gladly plunge with her.

My mate twists her hips with mine, unable to keep still. I growl, clamp onto her thigh, and hook it over my waist, adjusting the angle of my cock. Then I pick up speed and hurl into her. Her exquisite pussy wraps around my length, saturates it to the base, and catches each deep pivot. Disjointed whines fall from her lips and collide with my own guttural moans.

She’s so open, so wet, so mine.

I’m so buried, so hard, so hers.

Together, we shout. Yet still, we deny ourselves.

And do it with your wings out.

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