Page 26 of A Court of Sugar and Spice
So why am I compelled to slide my hand up to his neck? To open wider as if I need him to plunge deeper inside me?
We separate to breathe, and then he ducks his head again, capturing my mouth. His strong arms are locked around my body. For a moment he savors my lips, then probes inside again. Each flick of his tongue sends a wicked tingle right to my clit.
I shouldn’t be kissing him like this, feeling like this, when my sister is out there in the Fae forest, helpless to anything that might come along.
But my trembling has stopped.
We keep kissing a while, until my underthings are soaked and I’m like melted wax in the Prince’s arms. If he wanted to slip inside me right now, I would let him. It wouldn’t be the first time I’ve let a stranger fuck me.
Suddenly he lifts his head, tilting it as though to catch a sound with his sharp ears.
A few heartbeats later, I hear it too—a thrumming purr like a hummingbird’s wings, only louder.
A tall, pink-haired faerie appears beyond the lip of the ledge, blue wings whirring. He’s carrying a half-naked Clara in his arms, much the same way the Nutcracker Prince is holding me.
The mole-rat whips toward them, screeching, its maw wide and eager.
The winged faerie darts backward, quick as lightning, but the one of the mole-rat’s snout-tentacles curls around his foot. The winged faerie struggles, but he’s being drawn closer to the open gullet of the monster.
The Prince drops me and we both race into the open, drawing our weapons. Part of the mole-rat’s body is stretched out, extending beyond the edge of the bluff, so we can’t reach its head and neck. But the Prince begins slashing at the creature’s body, and I join him, thrusting my dagger into the pale flesh over and over. White ooze spurts out and I gag.
“I was right,” I shout, breathless with effort. “It’s an oversized cock, complete with cum.”
“You’re disgusting, mortal,” says the Prince, sawing at the creature.
“That’s not what you thought a few moments ago.”
“That?” He scoffs. “It was nothing. I knew you were a licentious woman, and I wanted to distract you so we wouldn’t die. Kissing you was a dull task, but an effective strategy.”
The mole-rat releases the winged faerie’s foot and thrashes around, humping and lurching. The pink-haired faerie deposits my sister in some bushes, flies over the mole-rat’s head, and sprinkles some rainbow flakes on it, scooped from a pouch at his waist.
The mole-rat’s entire flaccid body shudders, then goes still.
The winged faerie tugs two knives from his boots, lands by the creature’s neck and slices its head clean off with a sweeping crisscross stroke of both blades. They’re either very sharp knives, or he’s incredibly strong. The Nutcracker has cleft a decent valley into the creature’s body with his sword, but he wasn’t able to sever it completely.
Sweating and furious, I stop stabbing the carcass.
“A dull task?” I snap at the Prince. “How can you say that?”
He shrugs. “I can’t help it that mortal women are foolishly susceptible to a little oral stimulation.”
“Oral stimulation?” The winged faerie walks toward us, grinning with sharp teeth. “Good gracious, what have you two been doing? Sounds fun.”
“We’ve beennot dying,” says the Prince coolly. “Nothing more.”
Clara fights her way out of the bushes she was dumped in and charges toward me. I meet her halfway, and we clasp each other tight.
“I almost died,” Clara confides.
“So did we. Who’s your friend?”
“He’s an asshole.”
“I’m beginning to think all Fae males are.” I cast a glare over my shoulder toward the Prince, but he doesn’t notice. He’s talking to the winged faerie.
“We thought you were dead,” says the newcomer.
“By the stars’ grace, no,” replies the Prince. “How did the girl find you?”
