Page 58 of A Court of Sugar and Spice
I shriek my terror to the sky—but Fin doesn’t chew into my sensitive area like he threatened. He sucks my pussy lips recklessly, fiercely, lapping up every bit of my juices, and the tips of his teeth sting me a few times, but they don’t hurt.
He lifts his eyes to mine while he’s eating me out. One of his hands hovers over my belly, claws pricking my soft flesh—a warning to be still.
A shivering, tremulous climax is building inside me, stronger with every lush lick. He pulls my clit into his mouth, dangerously close to those wicked teeth, and I nearly explode—but he raises his dripping mouth and snarls at me like a true predator.
“You’re not allowed to come yet,” he says.
Then he crawls up my body, inhumanly fast, turns around, and kneels astride my face. He pinches my nose between two of his claws until my mouth pops open, and then he pokes his enormous, burning cock between my lips, pushing it as far down my throat as he can.
I’m choking, squirming, clawing at him, but he only laughs, pumping deep and slow. “You can’t say your special word now, can you?”
I almost bite him, just out of spite. But he withdraws before I can make up my mind to do it. And that mercy of his floods my heart with warmth.
He didn’t really bite my pussy, or choke me for more than a second or two. Even though we’re playing, he can’t bear to do more than scratch me up a little. This monstrous side of him isn’t entirely an act, but there’s such compassion in him, even threaded through this savage game.
But I’m not ready to end the pretense. I need more from him.
He’s still hovering over my face, but he has taken a moment to paint my cheek and lips with the arousal seeping from his cock head, all while humming a soft, wild tune.
I see my chance, and I roll away from him, leaping up and racing naked into the forest.
I don’t make it more than two dozen steps before he catches me by the throat and bears me down to the ground again, on my back. I’m kicking, screaming, twisting away every time the tip of his cock gets near my hole. But he’s impossibly, beautifully strong, and within moments he pins my wrists together in one of his hands, knocks my legs out of the way, and surges inside.
We’re both smudged with dirt, wet with melted snow, and smeared with traces of my blood. He has a bruise on his jaw where I kicked him, and he has never looked more glorious. The tiny lollipop earrings swing in the lobes of his pointed ears as he fucks me, never taking his eyes from mine.
“I can’t hold back anymore,” he says, terse and strained. “I’m coming—I’m coming inside you—aahh—Clara—fuck—”
He shudders violently, heat flowing through my insides as his cock throbs. The sensation is overwhelming, and the sight of him—blue wings rigid and vibrating, his pale body flexed hard in orgasm—I can’t bear it, and I come, too, my legs curling, sharp shrieks bursting from my lips.
The climax is the best I’ve ever had. Also the longest.
My mind swirls into rainbow darkness, and I’m shaking, venting my ecstasy in a shrill, broken voice.
Fin claws me closer to him, pulling me into a sitting position. We’re locked together, chest to chest, still joined. The heat of his body melts into mine, warming me as the cold starts to seep beneath my skin.
“We’ll rest a moment.” As he speaks, a conjured cape of soft white wool appears, encircling my shoulders. “But I’m not done with you yet.”
Finias has caught me for the second time.
This time he has me bound with ropes that smell like black licorice. I’m suspended between two trees, with my limbs extended. Since I’m completely nude, I should be freezing, but by some magic of his, I’m not.
Maybe it has to do with the warm glow of the lights he has conjured, which float around the clearing where he has strung me up. He says the lights are similar to the spells around our campsite—protective and defensive.
Fin is enjoying the sight of me while savoring another one of his peppermint sticks. He’s licking it to a point like he usually does.
“Where do you get those peppermint sticks?” I ask. “The night we were attacked, you were naked, yet you had weapons ready.”
“I keep them in my pocket.” He grins, taking the peppermint stick out of his mouth. “It’s a sliver of interdimensional space accessible only by magic. I can store a limited amount of items there and access them at will.”
“But how do—”
“No, no, little prey. Hush now.” He produces a round pink candy from midair, pops it into his mouth, then approaches me. I turn my face away, but he grips my chin, forcing it back around, and crushes his lips to mine. I open instinctively, lured out of the game by the irresistible sweetness of his mouth, and he pushes the pink candy onto my tongue. A blast of delicious flavor startles me, and I hum with delight.
“That should keep you quiet.” He gives me a saucy grin. Then he takes the tapered end of the peppermint stick and touches it to my nipple. I jerk at the cloying, sticky contact. An answering tingle of arousal flickers through my clit.
With the tip of the candy, he draws widening circles on the same breast, until my belly is quivering, my limbs trembling. Tiny bursts of pleasure dance through my clit.
Fin places his warm hand on my stomach, sweeping it over my skin, slowly moving upward until he cups the underside of my breast.
