Page 46 of A City of Emeralds and Envy
West travels my skin with his lips, wet heated circles along my jaw and throat.
I tug at his clothing, ripping it aside to reveal the smooth green skin of his chest, a tight dark-green nipple. In a blink he makes the rest of the clothes leave his body, pants and vest and undergarments strewn across the scarlet flowers.
“What are they?” I ask as I shuck off my dress. “The flowers? Are they poppies?”
“Yes. You have them in the human realm, too, but their potency is felt in a different way there. I enhanced these so they would work on your friends quickly, yet leave you unaffected.”
“You could have let me succumb and then taken me while I slept.”
“What would be the fun in that?” He wraps one of my braids around his hand. “Your sharpness, your intensity, your savagery—that’s what I find so enticing. I like you vivid and alive under my hands… for now.” One palm runs up my bare back, while the other skims over my breast.
Then he drags both hands down my body, sinking slowly to his knees before cupping my thighs. His thumbs probe between the lips of my sex, pulling them apart so he can see my clit. With a low chuckle of satisfaction he puts out his tongue and licks the little bud of flesh.
I whine faintly and grab his head, sinking my fingers into his hair again, widening my stance to give him better access.
“A pity I won’t be able to taste this pussy again after I kill you,” he murmurs against my clit, and my hips jerk forward, aching for pressure. Laughing, he nuzzles deep, his nose pushing in just the right spot while his tongue bathes the area around my entrance.
Shaken sounds of pleasure quiver on my tongue, leaving my lips in a tremulous cry as he works me closer and closer to the edge. His tongue thrashes over my pussy and I come hard, curling my body over his kneeling form, grinding my mound into his face.
When the shock of pleasure is over, I melt into the flowers, letting my legs fall open for him. He wipes my wetness from his face with one hand and kneels between my thighs, his thick green cock pointing toward me.
He hitches my thighs and bottom up higher. Spreads me wider. Grips himself and guides his cock head between my slick lips.
He doesn’t sink in right away. He teases me with my own wetness, swirling through the slick before pushing fully inside.
The slow fullness of his entry warms my body, a surge of glowing delight that makes me realize I’m not done—I can come again. Ineedto come again, with his hardness filling me up.
West teases my nipple with a claw, sweeps sharp nails under my chin, and draws lines across my throat like he’s planning where he’ll cut it. “You’re godsdamn beautiful.”
“Stop teasing and fuck me,” I whisper.
He laughs and leans over me, beautiful as a glittering blade. “How do you want to die?”
I don’t plan to let him kill me once the time is up. But I’ll play along. “I want you to slit my throat while I’m coming on your cock.”
His length twitches inside me. “Perfection.”
He starts fucking me in earnest then, and I can only gape in delirious wonder. What would the humans back home think if they could see me being taken by this sharp-eared, green-skinned, wickedly pretty creature? They’d probably burn me alive afterward.
I am never going back home. Never. Never…
Energy spikes through my body, and my magic takes over, speeding up West’s movements, driving him into me faster, faster. His eyes widen as I fuck myself with his cock, as I lock my legs around his waist, my silver shoes pressed to the small of his back. He gives a choked cry as he comes hard and helplessly, prey to the frantic friction.
I keep using him, careless of everything but my own climax. He gasps, whimpers at the overstimulation. That sound—the sense of my power over him—it finishes me, and my body convulses with a hard, brilliant burst of ecstasy. I scream faintly, clutching his shoulders… and then I let the magic go, releasing his body from my hold.
He moans, the rocking of his hips slowing, stilling. He’s gasping brokenly, almost sobbing.
When he straightens his arms and pushes back, looking into my face, our eyes lock.
“You, Kin-Slayer, are a magnificent fuck,” he says hoarsely.
“You’re not bad yourself.”
He cracks an incredulous laugh and shoves himself off me. In his movements I can feel how shaky he is, and it thrills my heart.
“Not bad, eh?” he says wryly. “That’s just what every powerful Fae male wants to hear from the women he beds.”
“I don’t give effusive praise.”
