Page 50 of Faking with the Fae King

Another sleepy chirp rings out, followed by a different little voice asking, “Sun?”

“No sun,” my little friend sings out. “No bugs.”

A series of little voices around the clearing echo his call. “No bugs. No bugs.”

I spin to face Severin, excitement making my pulse race. “Did you understand any of that?”

“Any of what?” He frowns down at me, confirming whatI’ve begun to suspect.

“I know what my magic is!” I can’t believe it—it’s the coolest power! I throw my arms around him. “No wonder I’ve been hearing voices. I can talk to animals!”

My magic surges again, leaping to mix with his.

Severin smirks down at me, wicked heat filling his eyes. Then he growls, “Good girl.”

My knees give out, and he tosses the light ball into the air, freeing his hands to catch me. Severin crushes me to his chest and kisses me, tasting like wine and sin. Any thought ofnotkissing him evaporates like morning dew facing bright summer sun.

His lips slide to my neck, his fangs nipping at the skin and making me moan.

He growls, his shadows tightening around me. “Do that again.” Another scrape of his fangs, and I do it—I moan again, exactly as ordered.

“Goddess, Hannah.” He jerks forward, pressing the hard length of his cock against me. “Do you feel what you do to me?”

I lift a leg and wrap it around his thigh, tilting my hips until each rock of his hips presses his erection exactly where I need it.

Magic pulses between us, and Severin takes my mouth again in a punishing kiss that’s perfect.

God, I want him so much more than I’ve ever wanted anyone before. I don’t know if it’s because he’s fae or a side-effect of the way our magic just combined, and I really don’t care.

I want him.

I tug at his waistcoat. As sexy as he looks in it, I want the extra layer of fabric gone. Before I can complete the thought, it disappears, to reappear draped over the bush beside us.

At my gasp, he shoots me a cocky smirk that promises lots more delicious surprises to come. He lets go of me, backing away. His boots wink from his feet, and his shirt is next. His wings unfurl to lift him a couple of feet into the air, and he spreads his arms wide, inviting my gaze.

As if I could look away.

Severin hangs half naked in front of me, a fallen angel made for sin, looking far more gorgeous than any man has a right to be. His sculpted chest makes my fingers itch to touch, his abs so sharply outlined I want to lick them. Tattoos swirl across that perfect skin, highlighting the curve of his muscles.

I step forward, and he floats backward, toward the falls. Light from the floating globes sparkles off the cascading water until it glitters like a river of diamonds. He sets down to the right of the waterfall, leaning back against the cliff face.

Even through the background rush of water, his voice whispers in my ear, crystal clear. “Come to me, my betrothed.”

His leather pants disappear, leaving him completely naked. My eyes devour the length of his legs, the strong muscles of his thighs, all outlined by swirling tattoos. My gaze travels upward to his cock, huge and erect and covered in tattoos. I swallow as smoke tendrils lift from it to stretch out into the air, as if reaching for me.

As if ready to touch meeverywhere.

“Holy shit, this man is going to ruin me,” I whisper. And I’m going to love every single second.

My own striptease doesn’t use magic, but the intense way Severin watches my every move tells me he’s just as mesmerized. I toe off my shoes, my hands undoing the fastenings of my jeans. Then I turn my back to him and lean over to slide them down my legs, looking at him over my shoulder as I do so. His eyes lock onto my ass, his dick bobbing with excitement, its shadow tendrils stretching toward me.

Oh, yeah. Someone likes what he sees.

I give my hips a little shimmy, then straighten. My fingers fly down the buttons of my blouse, and I shrug it off one shoulder in a tease, looking coyly back at him. I let the other shoulder slip, then spin to face him right as the shirt falls to the ground, leaving me in nothing but my bra and panties. Thank god, I’m wearing one of my best sets, lace in a delicate blue that looks really good against my skin. I walk into the water, wading across the shallow edge of the pool.

Severin’s eyes eat me up, so hot and intense they leave little licks of fire on my skin everywhere they touch. The beauty of the fae is enough to give even the most confident human a bit of a complex, but the look he gives me burns away all of my doubts. I am beautiful.

I am desired.

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