Page 42 of A Court of Hearts and Hunger
He chuckles against my flesh. “That wasn’t the climactic pleasure I spoke of.”
“But it felt so good.”
“Be patient, kitten. I will bring you to the peak.”
His tongue dips through the crease again, flicking toward the top, over a tiny, tender bud of flesh. “This is your clit. A center of keen pleasure if it is teased skillfully. By the old gods, you taste like liquid stars.”
I try to find a response, but he’s licking me more eagerly now, abandoning all pretense of conversation or explanation. I can’t speak either—I can only make faint, weak, wondering sounds. I truly sound like a kitten, as he calls me—mewing uncontrollably as my wet, swollen flesh sends pulse after pulse of glowing pleasure through my abdomen.
“You have to stop,” I gasp at last. “I can’t bear it—I need—please—”
He looks up from between my legs, his mouth wet. “Do you want me to stop?”
“I—I can’t stand it anymore.” My hips twist, and my fingers slip down my stomach, toward my aching center.
“You crave release,” he says. “It will come, if you are patient. Shall I continue?”
With a helpless whimper, I nod, though I can’t imagine how this mounting fire within me could ever be conducive to sleep.
The Rabbit grips my knees. “I will savor you until you fall apart for me. Scream if you like.”
He pulls my clit between his lips, and my hips rise off the bed. I squeal, frantic, reaching down, desperate for something to hold onto—and I find his velvety ears. My fingers curl around them gently.
He cries out, a panicked groan, and jerks back. “Don’t touch them.”
I let go instantly. “But I need—I need—”
The Rabbit gives me his gloved hands and I weave my fingers between his, clutching him tight while his tongue lashes over my sex, and his lips nurture the white-hot star of pleasure growing at the tip of my clit. The star brightens, brightens—and then—
Pure, blinding ecstasy explodes from that spot.
I scream, gripping the Rabbit’s hands for dear life, while my consciousness fractures, scattering into a million shards. He licks me again, and I buck, shrieking breathlessly. Then he’s kissing my clit, pressing into it, and I surge against his mouth.
Panting, I relax against the sheets, slowly releasing his hands.
The Rabbit leans back. “I’d like to consume it all myself, but I should collect some of this for spellwork,” he says reluctantly, eyeing my soaked center.
I don’t protest while he swabs me with a small cloth and seals the damp bit of fabric into a nearby jar.
“You still seem aroused,” he says after a moment. Carefully he tugs off one of his gloves and touches two of his scarred fingers to my clit.
My body responds instantly, a tiny thrill skating through my sex.
“You need more,” says the Rabbit, with a half-smile. “Very well. We’ll continue until you can’t help falling asleep.”
I’m boneless by the time he’s done with me. He was careful not to enter my body with his tongue or fingers, and he told me that the mere presence of his saliva won’t affect my status as an untouched source of magic. Which is a good thing, since I’ve already exchanged saliva and blood with Caer.
When I mention it, the Rabbit nods. “A little Fae blood and saliva does not constitute a spell. There would have to be a third vital essence or other ingredients involved for it to affect you—not to mention words or thoughts of magical intent. The life-debt spell binds him alone, not you. If he’d actually performed a spell that affected your body magically, I would have punished him severely.”
“How?”
“A good beating. I’m stronger than him.” He gives my sex a final pat and licks his fingers. “I think you are finally sated, kitten. Now you must sleep, so I can access your dreams.”
“Only the dreams I will dream right now?” I ask. “Or can you reach dreams I’ve had in the past?”
He picks up a jar of multicolored sand from a nearby table. “I can do both. And with a specific style of magic and a few rare supplies, I can view your dreams, choose the ones I want, even insert myself into them or change their course. But my current purpose is merely to harvest your dreams, untouched. I won’t be entering or altering them.”
“Mmm,” I murmur. I’m already drowsy as he draws the covers over me. “What are you going to do with the sand? Tell me how it works.”
