Page 38 of Faeheart
Instead of answering with words, I closed the distance between us, pressing him back against the wall and capturing his lips with mine. This kiss was nothing like our tentative explorations before. This was desperate, consuming, fueled by weeks of suppressed desire and the magical amplification of the sanctuary.
Wild’s hands immediately found my shirt, tugging it over my head with fumbling urgency. The moment his palms made contact with my bare chest, electricity shot through our bond so intensely that we both cried out against each other’s mouths.
“Fuck, Elias,” he gasped, his fingers tracing the lines of my torso with reverent touches. “You’re so fucking beautiful. I’ve wanted this for so goddamn long.”
My own hands were working at his clothes, needing to feel the heat of his skin against mine. When I finally got his shirt off, I had to pause just to look at him. Wild was lean but perfectly sculpted, his pale skin marked with freckles that seemed to map constellations across his shoulders and chest.
“You’re the beautiful one,” I murmured, leaning down to press kisses along his collarbone. He tasted like summer rain and wild magic, intoxicating and addictive.
Through our bond, I could feel his surprise that an obvious virgin could be so bold, followed immediately by a surge ofarousal so intense it made my knees weak. His hands tangled in my hair as I worked my way down his throat, finding that sensitive spot where his pulse hammered against my lips. I could feel his thoughts, each one of them guiding me to where he wanted me to touch most.
When I sucked gently at that spot, Wild’s hips bucked against mine involuntarily, a broken moan escaping his lips. The sound sent fire straight through me, and I realized I was drunk on the power of making him unravel before my very eyes.
“Fuck, Elias,” he panted, his voice strained. “Where did you learn to—” His words cut off in a sharp gasp as I nipped at one of his nipples, the sensation reverberating through our bond and back to me amplified.
“I’m learning from you,” I admitted against his skin, my voice rough with want. “I can feel what you like through the bond.”
His laugh was breathless and amazed. “That’s... fuck, that’s incredible.” His hands moved to my belt, fingers working at the buckle with shaking hands. “Can you feel this too?”
The moment his palm pressed against my cock through my pants, I let out a deep moan. The dual sensation of his touch and his own arousal feeding back through our connection was overwhelming. I braced my hands against the wall on either side of his head, trying to maintain some semblance of control.
“Wild,” I groaned, my voice breaking on his name. “I don’t... I’ve never...”
“I know,” he whispered, his free hand cupping my face with surprising tenderness. “We’ll go slow. I want to worship every inch of you.”
Another surge of pleasure from down the hall hit us both, and I could feel Atlas’s hands roaming over Caden’s body, could sense the desperate need building between them. It was like being caught in a feedback loop of desire that threatened to consume us completely.
“The bed,” Wild managed to gasp out between kisses. “Before I lose what’s left of my mind.”
I lifted him easily, his legs wrapping around my waist as I carried him the few steps to the ornate four-poster bed that dominated the room. When I laid him down on the midnight blue coverlet, he looked like some ethereal creature from a fairy tale, his ginger hair spread across the pillows and his green eyes glowing with fae light.
“You’re staring,” he said with a soft smile, though I could feel his eagerness through our bond.
“I can’t help it,” I replied honestly, my hands tracing the planes of his chest. “You’re perfect.”
Wild’s breath hitched as I leaned down to kiss him again, this time slower, more deliberate. I wanted to memorize every sensation, every sound he made, every place that made him arch beneath me. Through our connection, I could feel his growing desperation, his need for more contact, more friction, more everything.
“Then touch me,” he breathed against my lips, his hands guiding mine to the waistband of his jeans. “Please, Elias. Ineedto feel you.”
My fingers trembled as I worked the button free, hyperaware of every breath, every flutter of his pulse beneath my touch. When I finally slid the denim down his hips, Wild lifted himself to help, and suddenly his cock sprang free, a glistening bead of pre-cum already forming at his tip.
He was gorgeous everywhere, lean and pale, with that same constellation of freckles scattered across his thighs. When my gaze settled on his cock, flushed and hard against his stomach, I felt my mouth go dry with need. He was thick and long, a vein throbbing on the topside of his shaft. I reached for him, then stopped.
“Can I...” I started, then stopped, heat flooding my cheeks.
Wild’s eyes darkened with understanding. “You can touch me,” he said. “Or do you want totasteme?”
I nodded, unable to form words, and Wild’s answering groan sent another spike of arousal through our bond.
“Fuck yes,” he whispered, one hand tangling gently in my hair. “But only if you want to. Don’t feel like you have to?—”
I silenced him by pressing my lips to his inner thigh, feeling him shudder beneath me. Through our connection, I could sense exactly what he craved, could feel the phantom sensation of what my mouth would feel like on him. It was like having the world’s most intimate instruction manual written directly into my consciousness.
I started slow, my hand wrapped around his shaft. Each squeeze brought a small whimper of approval from his lips, telling me to go further. I experimented stroking him up and down, feeling the way he pulsed against my palm. The bead of pre-cum grew and dripped down his gorgeous cockhead. Finally, I could take it no longer. I pulled him close, my tongue reaching out.
When I finally took his thick cock into my mouth, Wild cried out so loudly I was certain Atlas and Caden could hear us down the hall. The taste of him was intoxicating, salt, natural musk, and a sweetness like honey that made my head spin. Every movement of my tongue sent waves of pleasure cascading through our bond, doubled and reflected back until I couldn’t tell whose sensations were whose. Each movement made my pants even more painfully tight.
“Oh gods, Elias,” Wild panted, his hips fighting to stay still as I explored him with growing confidence. “That’s... fuck, you’re incredible. How are you so good at this?”
