Page 95 of The Maleficent Faerie
“Why is that?”
“It seems that the Regents and Royals have fallen out of favor. The people of both Caennith and Daenalla are calling for a unified realm, under your rule and mine. After the Guardian’s work began, humans and Fae from both kingdoms went to the border wall and began tearing it down, by muscle and by magic. It’s all but demolished now.”
A cautious joy lights her face. “So—have we done it, you and I? Have we saved our realm and united our kingdoms?”
My answering grin is so wide my face hurts. “I think maybe we have.”
“Thank the goddess.” Her smile turns quizzical. “Does that mean the prophecy was true after all? Are we Eonnula’s promised saviors?”
“Does it matter?” I slide off the bed onto the floor. Kneeling there, I grip her thighs and pull her to the edge of the mattress. My hands cup her knees, then glide upward, pushing the nightdress out of my way. “You’re my savior, my goddess. Allow me to worship you, little viper. I will eat this beautiful pussy, and then you will eat dinner.”
I lean forward, my mouth close to her center. I breathe in her scent through the thin panties she’s wearing, and my mouth waters. She’s been tended and cleaned by magic during her sleep, and her fragrance is as delicious as ever.
Aura pushes my head away gently. “I love your mouth, but I want your cock.”
“I’m scarred there,” I tell her. “It’s not painful for me anymore, but it might feel different to you. It’s no longer the flawless piece you remember.” I attempt a wry smirk, but I suspect it’s more of a pathetic grimace.
A flash of gentle pain in her eyes—and then her gaze turns molten and commanding.
She rises from the bed, holding her head high. “Get up.”
“Aura—”
She slaps my cheek lightly, then takes my throat in her hand. I let her pull me to my feet, my dick hardening at her dominance.
I’m as fearful as I am aroused. I wanted to give her some pleasure first, to soften the blow of what she’s about to see—the ugly scar along the side of my once-perfect cock.
But she’s determined to have her way.
“Lie down,” she orders.
I obey, spreading out my wings, centering myself between them on the bed, and propping my head on the pillows. My heart is pounding. A tumult of anxious thoughts crowd my brain as Aura releases the buttons of my pants, one by one, and reaches inside.
My fists curl tight as I wait for her reaction.
Silence.
“Malec, look at me.”
Shit, I didn’t realize I had closed my eyes. I couldn’t bear to watch her expression when she saw the ruin of me.
With a bracing breath, I force my lashes to part.
When I look down, she’s leaning forward, her rosy mouth hovering just above my cock head. My dick bobs in response to what I’m seeing—her perfect lips opening, sliding over the pink head, taking me in—all the way in—gods-fucking-shit.
She runs me as far into her mouth and throat as she can, then slides her lips off me again. Her wet tongue trails a long, slow lick right up my shaft, over the thick white scar that snakes along the side of my dick. This scar is lumpier than most of the others—just my luck.
“You told me it was beautiful, once,” I grit out. “And now—”
“Now it bears a mark I cherish. A sign of your sacrifice.” Aura sows little kisses along the scar, and I let my head fall back with a groan, tears leaking warm from the corners of my eyes.
“I love you.” She bathes my cock head with her tongue, lavishes it over and over until I can hardly breathe. “I love you, Malec—all of you, no matter how you change. You are mine. You alone. You always.”
She sucks on me earnestly then, her golden head bobbing in glorious rhythm. I’m stricken with desire, panting, writhing, desperate.
Just before I come, she slips off her panties, moves astride my hips, and sinks onto me, embracing me into her warm, wet heat.
I reach forward, jiggling her clit with the tip of one claw, then sending a little pulse of magic to swirl over that spot. With the Void so far away, I don’t anticipate using its power again, but there are plenty of other tricks I can employ for her benefit.
