Page 72 of Brutal Fae King
I suck in a giant breath—I have so much to tell her about what a bad idea that is—but in the end, I just release it.
“Thank you, Ebelor.”
She smiles. She pulls herself into me again, her legs settling on either side of my hips. Again, another sharp chill through me. Her lips move down to my ear.
“I like you so much better now you’re not playing the Cruel King charade anymore,” she whispers.
I laugh at the back of my throat. My hands run up and down her back.
“You know…” She breathes. “Dralis really tried with me. But all he could do to make me want him is to make himself remind me of you.”
I laugh gently.
“Oh, really,” Ipurr. “Well, that’s interesting, isn’t it?”
Ebelor’s soft lips press a kiss on the side of my jaw.
“I prefer the real thing, though,” she murmurs. “The realking.”
Another delicious shiver as her hips grind on mine. I’m quickly hardening under her, and I’m sure she can tell. She laughs delicately and grinds her hips into me some more.
Oh, yes.
A moan boils in the back of my throat before I let it out. She matches my moan lightly. I tighten my grip on her and start to lean forward, easing her backward, toward the back of the bed and—
Ebelor shakes herself from our embrace suddenly.
“Ah—no! Not like that!”
“Why not?” I ask. “What’s wrong?”
“I…” She pauses, then says. “I don’t want to be… pinned underneath you right now. Dralis…He…
She trails off, but I put the pieces together quickly and lean back.
“Ebelor... He didn’t-?!”
“I’m okay.” She says quickly, “He just scared me.”
“I don’t want to scare you too. I-” But she cuts me off by putting a hand on my chest.
“I know. And I didn’t say stop. I just… want to know I’m safe.” She says.
“You are with me. Always.”
“Good.” She flashes me a wicked grin and pushes on my chest, “Because You’re going down this time,” she purrs, “I want to see you melt!”
My body shudders in her voice. I’ve never had a woman demand things of melike that.
But a throaty laugh escapes me.
“You’re giving me orders now?” I tease.
“I’m your wife,” she answers back. “I’m the only one whocan.”
She gets closer. Her soft mouth plants another few kisses on my jaw, on my neck. Every moment of contact sends another wave of electricity down me. A small groan of delight escapes me.
“Besides,” Ebelor murmurs against my skin, “you said I saved you. Aren’t I owed gratitude? Isn’t this how that works?”
