Page 104 of Lore of the Wicked Wood
“Unfortunately,” he ground the word out and tucked both of his hands behind his head. “This is the best I’ve got.”
Warmth tickled her fingers, and she stared as he enlarged in her grasp. His erection lengthened, thickened, throbbed with wicked power. She gaped in shock, in utter awe of his impressive display. She could’ve sworn she noticed a similar sensation when she’d taken him in her mouth at the overlook, but it had been nothing like this…this was something beyond even her wildest of fantasies.
Her gaze darted back up to his eyes, which were now glinting with amusement.
“How?” she asked.
“Sex fae.” Atlas grinned, his dimples winking. “Remember?”
She snapped her mouth shut.
“Make me come, Everinne,” Atlas taunted, his smirk widening.
“But it…you won’t fit,” she countered, suddenly doubting her own sexual prowess.
He chuckled, settling back against the mountain of pillows. “Oh, I’ll fit. But you won’t be riding my cock tonight.”
Her brows furrowed. She thought he wanted her, thought he wanted to take all of her. Completely. “Why not?”
“Because the first time we have sex, I won’t be using any magic. It will be me, only me, who will make you writhe with need. Who will make you come so hard, you’ll be begging for me again before you’ve even recovered.”
Everinne pursed her lips together and scowled. “You’re so arrogant.”
“But you love me for it,” he countered, winking playfully.
She would not dwell on the word he just said, for it hadn’t seemed to bother him in the least. That was something she would contemplate later, when she couldn’t escape the analyzing chaos of her thoughts.
“Show me what you’ve got, Wildheart,” he murmured as tendrils of his magic slipped into her wet heat with promises of that ever-elusive release. “Make me come, or your next orgasm will remain just out of reach.”
She whimpered, biting her bottom lip. “You wouldn’t dare.”
Atlas ran his tongue along his teeth. “Try me.”
Staring down at the ridiculous size of his shaft, she decided to do the one thing she knew would bring him to his haughty knees.
“Whatever you say, Your Radiance.”
Everinne splayed her body over his lower half, resting her forearms comfortably on his hips. If he were his normal size, it might not work, but the Prince of Prava had decided to show off and she had every intention of making him pay—in the most torturous way. Fitting his cock snugly between her breasts, she lowered her mouth to his tip and sucked.
Thirty-Two
Atlas nearly lost his damn mind.
His knuckles gripped the edge of the bed, if anything, to keep himself from taking a fistful of Everinne’s hair and shoving his cock all the way down her throat. He itched to grab her, to prove his touch was a thousand times better than his magic. He watched in silence as his shaft disappeared between her dark pink lips, as her cheeks hollowed each time she drew him deeper into her mouth. Her dark brown hair tumbled down her shoulders, tickling his legs, and it took every shred of self-control not to jut his hips to see how much more she could take.
He’d expected a hand job, but seeing his cock sandwiched between her two perfectly round breasts while she teased him with her tongue, swirling and sucking on his cock like a damn lollipop, drove him mad with lust. Her nails dug into his skin, the bite of pain a welcome sensation. Every so often she used her teeth, scraping lightly, applying just enough pressure to shove him closer to the edge. Not like he wasn’t ready to empty himself already. One touch from her, one look, and he went tumbling headfirst off a cliff of insatiable desire. That was the kind of effect she had on him, the power she held over him.
Atlas cast his magic out in provocative currents, each potent crest of pleasure acutely focused on Everinne. Her lashes fluttered closed, and she moaned around his length, squirming, struggling to stay in control. He magnified every sensation, coaxing her orgasm to life. Tendrils of incandescent gold spilled from his fingers, wrapping around her nipples and wrists like gilded ropes, snaring around her thighs and spreading them wide. Her eyes flew open, and his power surged, spearing into her slickness with fervent thrusts.
His balls tightened, tension coiling through his muscles when Everinne took him deeper into her warm mouth. Bleeding skies, she was intoxicating. A goddess in the flesh, crafted by the beautiful dark. He would gladly fall into her, wander blindly into the eternal pitch of her volatile magic, if it meant he would never lose her. Spasms ripped through him and his hips jerked as she quivered on the brink of destruction. He erupted then, the release all-consuming. She sucked and swallowed hard, draining him as his cock slipped from between her lips and she cried out his name on a broken sob.
Everinne collapsed, spent from the whims of gratifying bliss.
He reached down, scooped his hands under her arms, and hauled her against him.
“Next time,” he murmured into her hair, brushing a few of the soft strands back from her forehead, “I’m going to taste you with my tongue and fill you with my cock.”
Everinne smiled against his cheek, nipping the lobe of his ear. “If I let you.”
