Page 48 of A Court of Hearts and Hunger
A few minutes later he descends into the trees again. We walk hand-in-hand, since we’re still invisible and we don’t want to lose track of each other.
We haven’t gone far when four Heartless rush out of the undergrowth and begin sniffing and snatching at the air. They can apparently smell us, maybe even hear our heartbeats and our breathing—but they’re easier to fight when they’re confused about our exact location. It frightens me though, fighting them without knowing exactly where Fin is.
“What if I accidentally whip you? Or what if you lop my hand off with one of those swords?” I ask as I whirl my whip around the neck of a Heartless. Our weapons became visible the moment we drew them, once they were no longer part of our clothing. I’m curious about the rules of invisibility, but there’s no time for a lesson now.
“God-stars, I’d love for you to whip me. Not with your magical whip, of course, but a nice leather one. Why haven’t we thought of that?” Fin’s voice is light and merry, and a Heartless suddenly falls to pieces, severed by flashing blades. “Don’t worry, sugar. Keep talking, and I’ll be able to keep a safe distance.”
I finish off my Heartless with a stab to its neck, cringing at the spurt of black blood. This time I manage to avoid being splattered, and though bile burns in my throat, I don’t vomit.
We continue walking quickly through the forest, until several more Heartless crash through the trees, barring our way. By this time Fin and I have begun to flicker back into existence as the invisibility spell wears off. I tuck away my whip and use both my knives, whirling and stabbing, ducking and slashing. It’s a more focused, graceful version of the crazed fighting I did when I first got to Faerie and had to battle the Rat King’s soldiers.
“You’ve improved so much, dearest,” Fin calls admiringly. I flush and smile at the praise.
Now that we’re both visible again, he’s quite the sight himself. With my attackers dead, I pause to watch him finish off the rest of the monsters.
His lithe body slides along the grass, right between the legs of a Heartless while he slashes its thighs. He bounds upright before spinning gracefully into a fresh assault on the next creature—bends backward at the waist while claws swish dangerously close to his chest—leaps lightly onto a branch before flinging candy darts into the side of a Heartless’s throat—backflips off his perch to decapitate a third Heartless with his signature cross-bladed move.
The effortless, fluid charm of his movements, the savage strength of the blows—it makes me embarrassingly wet for him. He is gorgeously lethal, even without using his magic—a more skilled warrior than Lir, I suspect. He’s of royal blood on his mother’s side, and yet he never flaunts his heritage. He chooses to be the merry vagabond, the clever spellcrafter, the quiet artist stenciling labels for his bottles of portable magic.
I applaud him, and he gives me a grinning bow.
Then he rushes me in a burst of Fae speed, gathering me into a rough embrace and a messy, laughing kiss. “I want to fuck you right here,” he says hoarsely. “Watching you fight is so damn erotic.”
“I was just thinking the same thing,” I confess.
He glances around and groans. “We can’t, though. Too many vines, and the sap, and the Heartless…”
“Too dangerous,” I agree.
Twined in each other’s arms, we lock gazes for a moment. I can see every delicate freckle across his nose and cheekbones. His pink hair is longer now than it was when I met him—it’s tousled from the battle, but it still looks soft as a cloud. He is temptation incarnate, and I, who spent years tending to my needs in a closet—I have no power to resist him. Not when he wants me just as badly.
I seize his collar and tug him closer. “Fuck me, Sugarplum.”
“Gods yes,” he moans, spinning me around so my back is to him.
There’s a quick scramble as I pull down my pants and he takes out his cock. Then he’s bending me over, sliding his cock head along my soaked slit. My pussy lips are nearly as sensitive as my clit, and I almost come from him swiping himself over them, through them.
A howl echoes in the forest—more Heartless on their way.
“Quickly, Fin, quickly, gods, please—”
His thickness impales me, a solid length of hard, heated flesh, ribbed with those delicious piercings. He grasps my hips and rams into my sex.
“I love that you’ll do this sort of thing with me,” he says, his voice jerking with the force of his thrusts.
“I have fantasies I still haven’t told you about,” I murmur.
“What’s that, darling? Fantasies I haven’t teased out of you yet?” He pushes in deep, and I gasp as the pleasure flares wide. I’m nearly there—just a little more—
A Heartless is coming. I can see it some distance away, between the trees.
“Fin,” I gasp. “Fin…”
“Hold on, sugar.” He reaches past the hollow of my hip, massaging my clit in slick circles before tweaking it gently. “Fuck, I love this precious little clit. Come for me, dearest one. Soak my cock, sweet girl—by the old gods, how do you feel this good?”
My mind is blank except for the red glow in the chest of the oncoming Heartless, and the inhuman speed of Fin’s cock hammering into me, and the swirl of his fingers—I’m making sounds, sharp little hitching squeals—and then—a violent twist of pleasure bursts through my clit and I’m gone—paralyzed in the grip of an orgasm so intense I can hardly breathe.
Fin yells out, his body flexing as he comes hard inside me.
