Page 147 of Defy the Fae

To be frank, I should be thanking Lotus for leaving us alone. For I have other activities in mind, none of which involve rest untilafterI’m done with her. We had separated only for an hour, sufficient time for me to inspect the den and her to bathe in The Mer Cascades under Coral’s guard. And more than enough time for my fingers to itch with need.

We’ve combatted here during her game. After the flood, we reconciled in this spot.

On this eve, I crave more. I yearn for a new consummation, a violent sort of desire. While at the center of this river, at the hub of this deep place, I want to release what has been, then grab ahold of what’s to come.

“A certainty,” Cove repeats, her outtake a wisp in this giant cavern. “Then how do you suggest I respond to your gallant offering? Maybe a hug?”

The invitation lures my mouth to her earlobe, where I rasp, “Try again.”

Cove’s skin pebbles. “A peck on the cheek?”

My teeth snatch the delicate flesh, pulling a stuttered gasp from her. “Again.”

Her head flops onto my shoulder, giving my mouth unfettered access. “A compliment?”

“Again,” I snarl, dragging my mouth down to her pulse point and sucking.

Another ragged sound melts from her as she clamps onto the back of my neck. “A handshake?”

Cursed siren. She’s toying with me. My drumming heart and aching cock both know it.

I seize her tighter, run my lips across her jaw, and nudge my erection against her buttocks. My rigid cock thrusts into her tailbone. But once I scent the wetness leaking from between her thighs, my fermented blood reaches its boiling point.

“Again,” I hiss.

Cove warms as she curls deeper into my body and grates her ass into me. Her words splinter into a moan, “A fuck?”

That same rush of blood launches from my sac to the roof of my cock. I snatch the side of her face and twist her gaze to mine. “That will do,” I growl and take her mouth.

Cove’s eager cry sets fire to my bones. My tongue spears through her lips, parting them with a rumble that collides with her moan. She digs her fingers into my hair, loosening the cinch at my nape. A strand breaks from the tether as she clings to my scalp and rocks her mouth under my own.

I lick into her, my tongue striking fast. My mouth angles and locks with hers, surging us together. Shivers wrack my lady’s frame, and need scalds my flesh.

My groan dissolves against her whimper. My jaw thrusts, putting its weight into Cove’s lips.

I kiss her harshly, and she takes the kiss, consuming it fully. Then her tongue flicks mine softly, and I fade into a million droplets.

But only for a moment. Damnation, only one moment.

Seething, I whip her around just as she scrambles to face me. With her legs straddling my groin, the tip of my cock twitches beneath the heat brimming from her cunt. Fables save me. I’m going to rip into her right here, right now.

Cove splits her thighs over my waist, grabs my face while kissing me, and swats her core against the column of my erection. Her tongue mimics the same tempo as those hot folds of flesh under her dress. I grab her ass and yank her repeatedly into me, my cock skidding along her clitoris.

Cove keens into my mouth. Where our hips row together, her walls throb and soak her undergarments, only to seep through my leggings.

Fuck. I will take her here, in view of every dweller, while the rest of our kin sleep within range.

Only the canal boat smacking the dock strips me of the impulse. I lash out my arm. My fingercaps slice through the rope mooring the vessel. Then I band my arms around Cove’s middle and launch to my feet. Her thighs link around me, and while my tongue rides hers, I stride into the boat.

At my silent call, the water answers and lures the vessel across the river. We cruise over sharks and stingrays. I hunker onto the bench and drive my mouth against Cove’s, and she continues to grind on my lap, killing me in the sweetest way.

Swiftly, the tide pulls us into a tunnel. The blackness intensifies, blotches of darkness shifting from sooty shades to ebony. We travel deeper, farther into the channel, where tails of foliage swing from overhead, one of them brushing my shoulder.

Faint globes dot the low ceiling, their radiance speckling Cove’s features. But despite these fragments of illumination, we’re lost in a chasm. I did not ignite the boat’s hanging lantern for this reason.

The transport halts in a private artery beside a recess chiseled into the tunnel. On either side, slender cascades roll down chinks of rock.

Our heaving mouths echo into the throat of the cavern. My growl scrapes into the murk, and Cove’s whine coils after it.

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