Page 70 of A Palace of Smoke & Mirrors
He studied my eyes intently.
“Please,” I added after a moment.
“I thought you’d never ask for me again.”
twenty-three
She Was Obviously Enjoying It
The hallway was cool, quiet, and dark. I was the complete opposite as Wrenlock slowly peeled the dress off my body and replaced the fabric with his hands. My skin was burning, my breath came in heavy gasps, and I was sure there was a light blazing within me brighter than anything I’d ever felt before.
Wrenlock stepped back to let the dress fall away from me. The fabric scarcely had time to pool around my feet before he reclaimed his place against my body. Wedging his arm between us, his hand slid down to my clit, and his mouth claimed mine in an overwhelmingly needy kiss.
My back bowed as his fingers dipped inside of me, but it only lasted for a moment. Wrenlock removed his hand and brought his fingers to my mouth, coated in my arousal.
“Open,” he instructed. My eyes flared with shock, but I did as he asked, and his own narrowed with determination as he pushed his fingers into my mouth. Instinctively, I closed my lips around them. “Good girl. Nowsuck.”
A small moan built in the back of my throat as I sucked the taste of myself off his fingers.
“You taste that?” he crooned, tilting his head to the side to examine my profile as I swallowed and continued gently sucking. “That’s the taste I’ve had in my mouth for weeks now. Fuck food and drink, Aura. The only thing I’ve been able to think about since that day on the dining room table in the House has been the way it felt to bury my face between your legs and make you come against my mouth.”
He slipped his fingers out from between my lips, and I fell back against the wall, panting wildly. Faeries couldn’t lie outwardly, and I couldn’t find a loophole in his declaration.
“And the day in the bedroom upstairs?” Wrenlock continued, unbuttoning his shirt. He shrugged it off and cracked his neck. “Fuck. I want you to make a mess all over me, Aura. I want your pussy to make my cock glisten.” His hands went to the waistband of his pants, but he paused. “You are sure?”
Biting my lower lip, I nodded eagerly. I was more certain about that than I had been about anything in a long time. It was inevitable—like I had no choice in the matter.
“Words, Aura.” He frowned. “I need to hear you say it.”
I swallowed. “I’m sure that I want you to fuck me up against this wall, Wrenlock.”
He groaned and freed his cock from his pants, pumping it twice in his fist before closing the distance between us with a single step and bending to capture one of my nipples between his lips. Wrenlock’s mouth was warm, his tongue soft as it traced circles around the aching peak, and an orgasm started to build in my core from that singular brush of his mouth alone.
I moaned, the sound raw and unrestrained.
Reaching down, he secured one hand around my thigh and hitched my leg around his hip. I felt the tip of his cock nudge me, and I wasn’t sure if the wetness I felt slipping between us was from him or from me—
“You might want to pick up that dress,” Lucais suggested. “Since you’ve started killing the servants, it’s become increasingly difficult to convince any of the remaining staff to service your bedroom. I think it’s unlikely they would be eager to help you wash Wrenlock’s ejaculation out of Faerie’s finest mulberry silk.”
If I wasn’t so shocked, I might have screamed, but as it was, I could barely catch my breath.
Wrenlock’s shoulders tensed. He looked in the direction of the High King’s voice and said, “Lucais—”
“Your presence is requested at the party,” the High King interrupted. “You are dismissed. And if you’re going to apologise for trying to fuck my mate against a wall in one of my hallways, please don’t bother. I’ve been here the whole time, so I’m aware that it’s exactly what she asked you to do, and she was obviously enjoying it.”
Wrenlock inhaled sharply through his nose. He bent down to gather up my dress, but the fabric disappeared before his fingers could grasp it. It was back in its place on my body, and Wrenlock’s clothing appeared on the floor a few paces further away than where he’d discarded it, beside a broken picture frame that we’d knocked down from the wall. He looked up at me from beneath furrowed brows, an apology and a warning in his gaze.
“It’s okay,” I whispered.
“Tick-tock,” the High King sang from the shadows.
“I’ll find you later,” Wrenlock promised.
And then he was dressed and striding for the closest doorway. He brushed shoulders with the High King, who emerged from the shadows dressed in black formal attire trimmed with golden thread that sparkled in the moonlight like the stars in his eyes.
Lucais began to walk towards me, but I wasn’t in the mood for a discussion. He had no right to be jealous—not after everything he had said and done—and I didn’t like thinking about it.
I’d lost count of how many times he had wound me up only for Wrenlock to make me come undone.
