Page 62 of Defy the Fae

“And do you promise to fuck me good?” she asks, making it sound like an innocent plea. “Will you fuck me so very good that I can’t keep my eyes off us? Will you fuck me like a satyr? Will you do that for me?”

Growling, I seize her jaw and swivel her face up to mine. “Fuck, yes,” I rasp, then seal my mouth with hers.

Our lips slant and clutch, firm and deep and everything at once. I pry her open and stroke my tongue inside, the flat sweeping into her. My lips ride hers, grinding us together.

Juniper moans, both of her hands now clinging to the nape of my neck. She takes my kiss the way she takes my body—wholly, hotly. Always a slow buildup before we hit the ground running. After that, no limits.

Like soulmates if not fated mates.

Like wild things and deliberate creatures.

Like a human and Fae. Like hunters.

I lick past the seam of Juniper’s mouth, her lips yielding under mine. My tongue skims hers, every flick urging another moan from her lungs. Our bodies fit and rock, the curves of her ass gyrating with my dick.

A feral sound rumbles from my chest. I tear my mouth from hers, and it takes Juniper’s eyes a moment to flutter open.

Once they do, I bite her lower lip, then brush them with my own. “Watch,” I mutter.

Her head swings toward the glass, where our reflections stand. Our chests siphon for breath, and a layer of sweat shimmers down her body. Her shirt hangs open, but I don’t take it off.

Instead, she holds onto my nape. We stare as my knuckles track down over one lush breast, across her pert nipple, then down to her navel. Her thighs spread on reflex as my fingers sink between them and comb through the hair covering her pussy.

A whimper breaks from her mouth, but she keeps looking, keeps watching with me. My own mouth unhinges as I brace my palm over the crease of her body. Instantly, heat and arousal drips from the cleft, damn near scrambling my brain.

“Shit, Juniper,” I mumble.

She makes another pained noise. “Puck. Right there.”

“Where, luv?” My wrist presses into her clit. “There?”

“Yes. More. I need—”

“Shhh,” I coax.

But she does the opposite, crying out as my palm cups her cunt and begins to rub. I contract my hand, curling my fingers and stroking her, petting her while she rolls her hips. I massage her folds while our gazes stay linked, our mouths hanging open and throwing loud noises into the room.

My thumb finds that kernel of nerves and begins a steady caress over the distended flesh. I etch that peak, tracing around its swollen shape, then patting it until she’s sobbing with need and soaking my fingers.

I seethe with approval. All the while, we stare, our pupils blazing on each other.

The space between her brows crimps, the spectacles shifting with the movement. A muscle rams into my jaw. My thumb presses harder into her clit, rolling that sensitive little peg with my digit.

She goes with it, moaning out loud with me. And when that’s too much and too little, I swirl her wetness around the oval opening, spreading it. Then I slip my hand forward and sink two fingers into her pussy.

My growl hits the ceiling, and Juniper cries out. Her walls cinch around me, sucking me in. It scorches as I probe my digits higher, thrusting nice and slow and long.

Juniper keens, jutting her waist on top of my hand.

“That’s right,” I encourage her. “Ride them.”

She nods, straddles my fingers, and whisks her hips, meeting the steady pitch of my wrist. My free thumb flits against her clit, everything moving in sync.

But there’s more. I see it in Juniper’s likeness while she chases the pleasure, the hunger so potent, it makes the head of my cock bulge.

Somehow, I manage to utter her name. And she knows to let go of my nape, reach behind, and shove down the front of my pants. I manage the rest, stomping them to the ground.

I see Juniper’s eyes rove over my naked abdomen and glimpse the thick, ruddy crown of my cock. We move quickly. She returns her gaze to me in the window, and I grasp one hip, fixing her in place.

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