Page 20 of The Calling of Caellaias
Scooting down, I palmed one of her breasts and ran my thumb over her nipple. Maeyve bit her lip and stifled another moan.
Pinching her nipple, I scolded her, “I want to hear every sound that comes from that mouth.” Bending down, I sucked her other nipple into my mouth and swirled my tongue around the hardened peak. She gasped and gripped the sheets. Refusing to leave the other sideunattended, I gave it the same treatment. From there, I trailed kisses down toward her bikini line.
Sliding off her lap, I reached for her leggings and skimmed my fingertips just under the hem. She arched her back, and my heart began racing. The need I felt deep down to touch her—to feel her soft skin—amplified. When I pulled her leggings down over her thick thighs, I wanted to bite them to see how she’d react. With every intimate touch, kiss, and bite, she responded as if she hadn’t been touched in a long time.
Kneeling between her spread legs, I trailed kisses from her knees to her panty line. Switching to the other side, I kissed halfway down toward her knee before biting her thigh. Maeyve’s back arched as she screamed in pleasure.
“Oh my… That felt so good. Please do it again,” she said breathlessly.
I licked the spot I bit and then did as she asked. Her reaction was the same as before, making me giggle. I licked the bite mark again and trailed my fingers up the outside of her thighs, reaching to pull off her panties. Once those were deposited onto the floor, I trailed kisses back up her body.
“Scoot up on the bed further. We wouldn’t want you sliding off now, would we?” Maeyve complied without question. Smirking, I praised her, “Good girl.”
Leaning over her, I ran my fingers over her belly's smooth, olive-toned skin to her bikini line. I slid my finger down her wet, warm center, eliciting another gasp. Teasingly, I ran my finger up and down several times.
Maeyve groaned and, through gritted teeth, said, “If you don’t stop teasing me, I will gladly strip you instead and –”
I shut her up by sliding a finger inside of her and pressing my thumb to her clit. She gasped as I pumped in and out at a slow pace, trying to find the perfect spot to make her lose control.
Between moans, she whimpered, “Oh. My. God.”
After a few more languid strokes, I added another finger and sped up my pace. She moaned louder, and her back arched off the bed. When her hand found my shoulder, she dug her long nails into it. My own pleasure surged deep down in me, and I let out a soft moan.
She continued to pant and gasp as I went, but I could tell this wasn’t getting her close enough. Trying to increase her pleasure, I replaced my thumb with my tongue, slowly licking her clit. She cried out in pleasure and began shaking. Speeding up my tongue, she rode my face and fingers, finally finding her release. I continued to lap at her, sliding my fingers in and out until she cried out one last time. The sounds had ceased, but she lay there, legs shaking uncontrollably, sucking in deep breaths.
Pulling my fingers from her, I licked each one slowly, savoring the flavor of her arousal. Then, I licked up her slit again and hummed. When I lifted myself onto my elbows to glance up at her, she was already staring down at me, still trying to catch her breath.
She sighed and laughed. “Wow. Are you sure you haven’t done this before? Because there’s no way this was your first time pleasuring a woman. That was amazing!” she said as she sat up.
Smirking, I shifted onto my knees and reached out to pull her toward me. Once she got close enough, I kissed her deeply, and she slid her tongue into my mouth.
I bit her lip and then pulled back to look at her. “Let’s go take a shower. I’d like to admire that body of yours a little more.”
Crawling out of the bed, Maeyve followed me into the bathroom and helped undress me, planting kisses all over my body along the way. She was intoxicating. I didn’t think I’d ever be able to get enough of her.
Once we were finished with the shower, I grabbed each of us a towel, and we got dressed. I extended an offer for her to stay the night, but she declined and said she had some things to take care of at home, so I walked her downstairs and saw her out.
Chapter twelve
Maeyve
Before I left Anevae's cabin, I felt something I'd never felt before: I felt complete. The second I walked out the door, there was a tugging in my chest, as though one of my pieces existed only within her, and the further away I got, the less whole I felt. All I wanted was to feel her skin against mine for the rest of my life.Did she feel the same way? I hoped like hell she did.
My mind flashed with images of her skin on mine, followed by thoughts of that perfect body. It had been a long time since I'd been intimate with anyone, but no one could ever compare to her. If she would have let me, I would have worshiped her body all day and night. I shook my head, trying to clear it. If I kept this up, I would march right back up to her house and never leave again.
I wandered down to the end of the driveway so I could shift and look over the land more in my fox form. If I shifted too close to her home, I risked being seen. I was paranoid that she'd find me out when I wasn't ready.I was afraid of her reaction and couldn't bear the thought of not being near her if it went bad.
Reaching her mailbox, I undressed and stuffed my clothes into it. I wanted to keep them clean and dry in case it started raining. It was late spring, after all, and the weather tended to do weird things at a moment's notice. After I undressed, I got on my hands and knees, took a few deep breaths, and shifted.
After I felt the last bone settle into place, I wandered back into the woods to approach the ward again. As I drew closer, the ward shimmered lightly in the distance. Still apprehensive about stepping over the boundary, I approached it and halted, taking a moment to compose myself before I continued. I was still concerned something would happen even though she had permitted me to be there; I had crossed the barrier multiple times that day without repercussions.
When my nerves finally calmed, I picked up a paw to cross the boundary. As it reached the ground on the other side of the ward, I slowly followed suit with the other. When both paws were securely on the ground and there were no problems, I shook off the fear and trotted on, heading straight for the area where I'd found the ward's origin earlier in the day.
After Anevae invited me over, my biggest priority was investigating the ward. Then, I wanted to make sure nothing else had been tampered with on the property. As we walked through her property earlier in the day, we discussed the land and her plans for each garden plot. I enjoyed listening to her discuss her work; she was very passionate about it, and her dedication was evident in the thought she put into each of her experiments without even having started.
The first time I came to her property after she moved in, I spotted the origin of the ward on the eastern side of the cabin, which was magically inscribed into the ground and glamoured to the human eye. Anevae showed no indication that she could see it when we were out earlier; she didn't even seem to notice the ward surrounding her home at all.
Themagic connected to the ward was a power so intense that I had no doubt a faerie from the royal family was the one to create it. My question then was, why? Why would a fae from the royal family be protecting this woman—whatever kind of beingshewas?
