Page 58 of Defy the Fae

My throat unleashes its own rugged sound, sharp and guttural enough to chop down a fucking redwood. I groan, steel my arms around her middle, and snatch her ass in my palms. Hoisting her off the ground, I stroke my tongue between the wet crease of her lips, pushing them wider.

Damp heat swirls around my tongue as it flexes against hers. Juniper’s fingers shave through the hair at my nape, her grip urging my mouth harder into hers. Prickles dance up my scalp and scatter across my antlers.

Fuck. That’s an aphrodisiac more erotic than if she’d fondled the tips of my ears.

My cock jumps. I hiss into her mouth and work my jaw with hers. Another moan cracks from her lungs, and I swallow the living shit out of it like a famished beast. Her taste plunges straight to my balls, which tighten under the breeches.

Everything about this woman drives my senses wild. Juniper’s pert tits rub against my pecs, and her warmth seeps through my vest, nipples so hard I feel them poking through our clothes. More than that, just thinking about the small form tucked inside her brings savage cravings to the forefront.

I’d made her come hard. And she made me come long. That’s how we’d made something even better.

My nostrils flare, scenting the musk of her desire. Wetness is dripping between her sweet cunt with each pass of my tongue. How I’d love to drop to my knees, yank up her skirt, and feast on that banquet until she dissolves.

But when she skates one hand to my cheek, clutching the side of my face like something rare, something worth holding onto, my head explodes.

With a snarl, I grasp her ass and lunge her against me. I haul my mouth into hers, tongue lashing between her lips.

The kiss detonates. On a stunned cry, Juniper surges her body into mine, her mouth falling open wider, welcoming the steady thrust of my tongue, the tempo like a pulse.

Palpitations beat the hell out of my chest. My dick stretches beneath the leather pants, so fucking hard I’m going to combust any second.

Satyrs don’t lose control of themselves. Ever.

That’s another rule she’s dismantled. And I have zero complaints. This mortal can ruin my self-control to smithereens whenever she wants. It’s all kinds of fun.

Never talking my mouth off hers, I back Juniper up against the ancient oak. Leaves and acorns rain from the branches. Her spine hits the trunk, and I brace one hand behind her head to keep the bark from scraping her, while my other arm links under her thigh and yanks her limb off the ground.

Hitching her leg over my waist, I nudge my hips between the V of her thighs and continue to kiss the shit out of her.

My lips smash into Juniper’s, licking into her, lapping each of her moans. Maybe this kiss should have been sweet, tender. Instead, she’s an overachiever, and I’m a satyr with a huntress fetish. We attack each other with obsessive swats of our tongues, as if snatching this moment for all it’s worth, because we only get one shot to savor it.

Bloody true, because this moment only happens once, just like our first kiss. There’s no repeat, we get no do-overs, and we’ve never taken less than everything. Any other way is impossible.

Juniper’s mouth fuses to mine, both of us slanting and jutting as if we’re fucking with our lips. I growl, snagging her tongue and sucking hard. She whimpers, melting under the rocking pressure of my mouth.

Her skirt flutters around my waist, my cock sliding along her crease, that gorgeous pussy throbbing, hot and soaked. I feel it, smell it. And soon, I’m going to do a lot more about it.

I want her naked and panting, with strands of green hair stuck to her cheeks. I want her legs cinched around my snapping waist. I want her delectable cunt parting for my cock, and I want her shouting.

Soon. Not yet. Prolonging the inevitable is part of the charm.

With that in mind, I slow the motions of my lips, lolling them against hers. Juniper sinks into the ancient oak, her mouth yielding under me. Our tongues sweep together once, twice more, before I pry my mouth from hers.

On a stuttered gasp, she peers at me as my forehead sags against hers. I slump into her, my arm tacked above our heads. Our thick breathing chips apart. It could be from finding out we’re no longer two people but three, or it could be the havoc our mouths just wrecked, but I like to think it’s both. It ups the ante.

Juniper’s fingers trail over the sides of my face. I latch my gaze to hers, and the crook of my mouth tips upward.

Dammit. More than ever, I love the fuck out of this woman.

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After dragging ourselves apart, we return to the others with our hands laced tightly. Only one force breaks us apart. Lark and Cove squeal the second we get to the copse, make a mad sprint to their sister, and I get out of the way fast as the females crush Juniper in a hug, with my woman wedged between them like a sibling sandwich.

Cove holds her sister’s face and whispers, “Congratulations.”

Lark echoes the sentiment, hooting, “And here I just thought your eyes had gotten greener from fucking a satyr.” I take that as a compliment as Lark plants a wet kiss on Juniper’s cheek. “I’ll wager that beautiful runt will inherit your brain.”

Cove gets teary, Lark beams, and Juniper’s face softens. In a way, I get this picture. I know these looks from the stories she’s told me, plus what my brothers and I went through. It’s the look of those who’ve lost their parents or never had any to begin with, but now have a chance to do better for their own kin.

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