Page 61 of Defy the Fae

“And don’t apologize.”

“I don’t want to argue.”

“Now who said anything about arguing? Tell me you won’t allow sex toys in our house, and then we’ll have a problem.”

“There’s enough going on. When it comes to this—” she glances at her stomach, “—I don’t want an ounce of distance between us. No discord. No awkwardness. No disputes. I don’t want to fight.”

I lean in and ghost my lips against her ear. “Then let’s fuck.”

Juniper’s breath catches. I hear it like a root stretching through the soil, deep and subtle. Peach creeps across her cheeks, the color so pronounced it reflects against the window as much as my red hair and her irises.

I crave seeing those treats and much more. I may be a taken satyr, but I’m still a satyr. And when it comes to temptation, I’m one evil son of a bitch.

Like a hunter, my gaze captures Juniper’s. I hold fast until she can’t look away, even if she wanted to. Every shred of playfulness drains from my face, my features dark and intent on her. Still, she hasn’t released that breath.

Good. Very good girl.

With our gazes pinned together, I grip her waist and tug her into me. This way, she feels the heat radiating from my chest and my cock stretching between us, hard as steel and erect against her compact little ass.

Juniper’s mouth parts, and her eyelids flutter, yet not a single puff leaves her throat. At the sight, need flows freely through my veins, the onslaught surging to my dick. It hasn’t let up since this conversation began, though it’s behaved itself so far.

I lean my chin over Juniper’s shoulder. “You remember that night?” Then I twist my head and graze my lips over her cheek. “The night I made you come for the first time?”

Juniper gulps. “Yes.”

I descend to her jaw, letting my voice trail over her flesh, down the side of her throat. “I still remember the clamp of your sweet, virgin pussy around my cock,” I murmur, barely audible. “I remember hitting a tight spot that made you whine.”

Her head lolls onto my shoulder as I slowly pop open the closures of her tunic, one by one. When her eyes threaten to fall shut, my fingers waver. “Don’t,” I tell her. “Don’t look away, or I’ll stop.”

Juniper blinks. Her head doesn’t rise, but she refocuses through her lenses.

Much better. My mouth sketches her pulse point, that small button starting to pound like I’m sure it’s pounding between her legs.

“I remember you strapped around me,” I say, nudging open the flaps of her shirt once they’ve come undone. “I remember your breasts pouring from the neckline of your bodice—like this,” I enunciate as her sweet tits fall into view, the skin of her nipples roughening into pink studs.

Juniper’s chest rises and falls, inflating her breasts with every pant. She stares as I reach up and swab my thumbs over the disks, tracing their circular shapes. They stiffen further, the teasing brush pushing the oxygen from her lungs in one long blast.

“Oh…,” she gasps, arching into me. “Oh, Puck.”

Hell. Yeah.

“I remember the noises you made.” My fingers abandon her nipples and finish off the last of the shirt’s clasps. “So supple and strong, even while my cock broke through you, over and over. Your cunt took it so wetly, so warmly.”

She licks her lips, reaches behind to claw through my hair, and wraps her hand around the base of an antler. I hiss in satisfaction. It’s the same as pulling on my roots or the troublemaker under my pants, only a thousand times better.

My digits grip the tunic and split it open, baring her naked body to the night outside the window. Her flushed tits sit heavily on her chest, her flat stomach trembles, and the sprigs of hair between her thighs glisten. A tiny nub rises from her cunt, the sight parching my throat.

Fables have mercy. My cock twitches, thick and throbbing.

On a hum, I lap at the pulse of her neck, then ride my lips along her shoulder and back to that sensitive crook. “I remember you wanting my cock to go faster.” I plant a teasing, open-mouthed a kiss on her flesh. “I remember doing as you wished, fucking you so thoroughly until you shuddered around me.”

“Puck…,” Juniper heaves, grinding her rump into my dick. “Do you want that memory again?”

“No,” I husk. “What I want is to watch you like this.” My voice is so low now, it’s nothing but a pinch of air. “I want you to know I’m watching. And I want you to see it, too.”

“You want us to see each other while climaxing?”

On a groan, I lift my head and snarl into her ear. “I want that.”

---