Page 88 of A Court of Hearts and Hunger
“Fuck,” I whimper, resting my forehead against his shoulder. The feathers he’s wearing tickle my cheek and temple.
“Would you like to see what you do to me, sugar?” he says, low.
“Yes, please.”
Fin lets me go and steps back. He releases the buttons of his pants, lays back the flaps, and pulls out his cock. It bounces free, a rigid length curving slightly upward. The tip shines with a clear drop of his arousal.
I’m desperate to taste him, to have him. But we can’t touch, not yet.
I prop one foot on the seat of the ceramic toilet and clutch my gown, pulling it up and bunching the skirt around my waist. Then I tug aside the slip of fabric between my legs, pull apart my pussy lips, and show him the wetness gleaming inside.
“Fuck, Clara,” he whispers, circling his cock with his fingers.
I sink two fingers inside myself while Fin drags his hand along his cock, ragged gasps cracking from his lips.
“We have to be quick,” I warn him, swirling a fingertip over my clit.
He nods, the muscles of his face and throat tensed, his eyes painfully bright. Watching him pleasure himself to the sight of me sends tingling spirals of bliss through my belly, coiling and mounting as I tease my clit with one finger.
He’s huffing, jerking roughly along his length, his eyes flicking from my sex, to my breasts, to my face and then back again. His body tightens, hips yearning forward—he’s about to come—I press three fingertips over my pussy and work them quickly, quickly—
Fin throws his head back, his pretty mouth parted as he sprays lines of creamy white onto the black floorboards. I clamp my other hand over my mouth when I come, bright bliss shearing through my body while I watch him urge the last drops of his release out of his cock.
For a moment we stand there, breathing in tandem, caught in the storm of the love we share, neither of us quite satisfied. But it will have to be enough, for now.
We tug our clothing back into place, and Fin cleans the floor while I wipe the excess wetness from my thighs and fingers. “You have to leave,” I whisper to him.
“Let me reinforce your glamour first.” He cups my shoulders and closes his eyes.
“The Cat wants me to sleep with him tonight.”
“Of course he does. You’re the most fuckable thing in this city.”
“He mentioned taking me back to his house. Keep an eye on us so you know when to follow.”
“I will.”
Footsteps outside the lavatory. Fin goes silent and I freeze, wide-eyed.
Fingernails—or claws—scrabble at the door handle.
Fin produces a piece of pink-striped candy and pops it into his mouth. Swirling his cloak around himself, he backs into a corner. He’s not exactly invisible—there’s a ripple of his presence in the air—but he’s camouflaged somehow. His skin and clothing have taken on the color and texture of the wall behind him, and I’m guessing his scent is hidden as well.
I step to the door just as another Fae opens it—the green-skinned one Fin was laughing with earlier.
They slink backward, throat fins fluttering. “Seelie.” Their eyes scan the room behind me. “You are alone?”
“Of course.” I push my way past them. “Could you show me the way to the Entertainer’s Wing, and help me find the Hatter?”
“For a price.”
“I’ll sketch your portrait.”
Interest lights in the faerie’s eyes. “Agreed.”
We move down the hall together. Fin is undiscovered and our secret is safe, but I can’t breathe easy. Not yet.
Not until all of this is over.
