Page 40 of A Storm in Every Heart
As I watch her come, my heartbeat racing wildly, my shoulder blades begin to throb with a dull ache. My eyes widen in alarm.
That’s not good.
Fae wings only appear in highly emotional situations, like when your life is threatened, or occasionally during sex.
I’ve never lost control with anyone to the point that my wings appeared during sex, not even when I was younger. I close my eyes and try to force my shoulder muscles to relax.Deep breath in…
I breathe in a lungful of Odessa’s intoxicating scent at the same moment as she opens her eyes and looks up at me from the bed. It only makes things worse, and I swear I can feel the wings pressing against my skin as if trying to burst out.
Fuck me.
Mercifully, Odessa chooses that moment to distract me. “Not bad,Your Majesty.”
My eyebrows pull low. “Not bad?”
“I’d certainly give you points for enthusiasm.”
“You—”
I’m about to flip her over and spank her asswith enthusiasm,but my shoulders throb again, and I know I need to do something about it before things get out of hand.
Moving quickly, I undo my belt and drop it on the floor, then kick my boots off, not paying any attention to where they land.I hesitate for a moment with my hand on the top button of my shirt. If I take it off, she’ll see the tattoo, which would require a lot of explanation I don’t care to get into right now.
I glance at the dark windows and decide it’s dim enough in the room to risk it—especially when soon Odessa will be far too distracted to notice.
I drop the shirt on the floor and climb onto the bed, then shift to lie flat on my back. I reach for Odessa, pulling her roughly on top of me.Let the wings try to come out now.
Completely unaware of the reason behind my sudden change in position, Dessa easily obliges. She adjusts, her knees, falling to the bed, bracketing my hips. She grinds against my already painfully throbbing cock, and I dig my nails into her calves just to keep from losing control and impaling her.
I reach between us and run my fingers over her. “You’re dripping all over me. Now tell me again how ‘not bad’ that was.”
Dessa looks dazedly down at me and manages to smirk. “I’ve had better.”
My chest suddenly burns, and even though I know she’s fucking with me, I can’t stop myself from reacting. “That’s bullshit. Who was it?”
She smiles smugly as she runs her palms up my chest and follows them with her mouth, trailing her lips up my neck. She stops when she reaches my ear, sucking on it and trailing her tongue over the pointed tip before whispering her reply in my ear. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”
A growl of frustration rumbles through my chest. Yes, I would like to know. I want to know the names of everyone who’s ever touched her so I can find them and kill them slowly and painfully.
The thought that she might have ever “had better” is unbearable. I want to destroy her for anyone else. I want toown her, want her undone and helpless. I want her to forget everything and everyone else but me.
I grip the outside of her thighs, tugging her forward, up over my chest. She rocks on her hips, and nearly topples over before her hands slam into the wall above my headboard.
I give her no warning before I dig my fingers into her ass and jerk her down, grinding her cunt onto my mouth so hard that her startled shriek is loud enough to wake the entire house.
She’s still drenched from her first orgasm, so I don’t start slow or ease her into it. I wrap both arms around her hips, hauling her forward, and flick my tongue greedily from her entrance all the way up to her clit.
I want to taste every inch of her, burn it so deeply into my mind that even when she’s gone, I’ll still be able to conjure it in the dark: the dizzying slickness of her, the way she gasps and swears in fragmented Hydrattan, the way her legs tremble uncontrollably as I flatten my tongue against her over and over in a relentless rhythm that makes her thighs shake and her knees buckle.
I wrap my lips around her clit and suck. There’s a loud bang, like she slammed her palms against the wall, before she lets out a noise that sounds like both a sob and a laugh.
“Fuck, you’re going to kill me,” she pants, voice gone breathless and wild. “Don’t you dare stop.”
So I don’t. I give her everything: swirling, licking, sucking, my nose buried so deep against her sweet, slick heat that I’m half certain I could literally drown in her. Drown with a smile on my face just like every other weak idiot who chased after a siren.
Odessa screams and convulses, thighs crushing my ears, nails scraping against the wall, and I ride out every wave, drinking her in, humming with satisfaction as she melts into me, boneless and barely coherent.
I let her slump forward as the aftershocks roll through her in fractured shudders. Then, when she finally catches her breath, I slide her off my face and onto my chest.
