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“Aidan…” I gasp, shocked.
Our gazes meet for a fleeting, disastrous second. The guilt I read in his amber depths wrecks me.
“The queen…” he breathes.
He barrels out of my room, and Thanatos forgive me, I run after him.
Chapter 36
Morheim
WONDER BOY
Summerlands, Faerie, 100 years ago
“Oh.” Beth rests her head on the wall at her back, the midday sun filtering through her bedroom window. “We’re going to be late,” she scolds half-heartedly, tugging on my hair.
I push aside her underwear and drag my fingers across her drenched folds, happy to find her wet and wanton. “It’s just a ball game.”
A hushed breath escapes her. “But you’re playing.”
“I’d rather do this.”
I massage her sweet core until her hips buck, then sink two fingers inside, dragging in and out of her a few times, teasing her just the way she likes it. I crave the sounds she makes when she’s right there on the edge and swallow them with a kiss, our foreheads resting against one another as I drink in the sight of her.
Her nails sink into my shoulder blade. “More. Please.”
I increase the pressure but keep the same rhythm, eager to see her come apart slowly and completely. I take my time, making her mad for that next, deep stroke. Her back arches, the gush of her pleasure dripping along my fingers as she screams, and I smother her loudest cries with my free hand.
When she’s done shuddering in my arms, I lick her arousal off my fingers and pull her in for a bruising kiss. “Meet me in the gardens afterwards. To celebrate my victory.”
“And what if you lose?” she teases with a false grimace of worry, linking her arms around my neck, preventing me from pulling away.
I grin from ear to ear. “Don’t you have faith in your man, Songbird? I wouldn’t let a bunch of weak-minded darklings beat me.”
“I’m a darkling,” she muses, pressing her hand to my erection.
I groan at the pressure and stop moving, unable to walk away.
She palms me back and forth over the fabric, destroying my chances to calm down, before slipping her small hand inside my trousers and rubbing the wet tip with her thumb.
“Ah, flaming hells.”
“If I kept you here, the game would be forfeit, would it not?”
I close my eyes, her hard strokes driving me wild. “Don’t stop.”
She falls to her knees in front of me, her long black braid tucked at her back, her hooded eyes still thick with pleasure. “I want you in my mouth,now.”
It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.
I wrap my hand in her braid and control the pace, her talented mouth wreaking havoc on my body as she traces the shape of my tattoo.
“That’s cheating,” I groan, my cock throbbing so hard, I’m ready to come balls deep inside her beautiful mouth, her tongue doing wicked, wicked things to the tip.
From the way she uses both hands to drive me wild, her caresses urgent and delicious, I figure she doesn’t really mean to disqualify me from the match.
She bobs her head up and down, and I can’t take it anymore, undone like a horny virgin every damn time she uses her mouth. I empty myself at the back of her throat, and she swallows it all, the lustful look on her face morphing into a naughty grin.
