Page 16 of Evil Eyed
“Then get busy.”
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Iwasn’t sure what had triggered Aidan’s dark side to come out.
But I liked it.
I liked it a lot.
I didn’t want to have to think. Or remember. I didn’t want to be sad. I didn’t want to worry about when the dark fae might attack us again. Or what my painting might mean. Or how we could possibly defeat an invincible immortal High Court fae. Or how I could keep my treasures alive. Or what it might mean if I really was fae.
All I wanted was right here. Warwick’s emerald eyes glittering like green fire, staring up at me as I leaned down over his erection. The feel of hard satin in my hand as I dared to squeeze my fingers around his cock. Aidan hadn’t said no hands, though I didn’t want to push my luck too far.
I wrapped my lips around the head of Warwick’s dick and swirled my tongue over his slit. I could taste him already. Not salty or bitter at all, but more like freshly crushed herbs.
He shifted beneath me, sitting up so he could cradle my head in his hands. Supporting my chin in his palm as I started to take him deeper into my mouth.
Aidan’s big palm stroked down my back, making me arch and rub up against him like a horny cat. “Lift that ass, babygirl. Give me an easy target and make Keane drool with anticipation.”
My cheeks burned, imagining what I must look like. My head in Warwick’s lap, his dick gliding in and out of my mouth. My generous backside up in the air, bare to them. My breasts dangling and swinging as I bobbed my head. From the corner of my eye, I saw that Keane had rolled onto his side, moving closer so he could watch everything without interfering.
Aidan squeezed my ass, kneading his fingers down the curve of my buttock to my hamstring. His fingers were so strong, harsh and heavy without actually hurting me. Though the threat was there. He could leave fingerprints in my flesh if he wanted. He could bruise me.
Part of me wanted to see what that would feel like. What it would look like tomorrow if I looked in a mirror and saw his handprint on my ass. A kind of mark in my flesh. A brand. Though it wouldn’t be permanent.
He’d already left a permanent mark on my heart. They all had.
His skin was rough against mine. The calloused hand of a warrior, well used to wielding a sword in battle. He stroked his thumb up my slit, the rough pad rasping my tender flesh even though his touch was gentle.
“So fucking wet, and I haven’t even started yet.”
My cheeks burned hotter, but it wasn’t embarrassment this time. Heat and desire coiled through me, winching my entire body as tight as a drum. Warwick thrust deeper into my mouth, pushing my lips open wider. Making me feel the strain in my jaw. The burn in the back of my throat.
The first swat on my ass made me jump with surprise. My breath rushed out on a muffled oomph. So hard it took my breath away for a moment, much harder than he’d spanked me before. That had been playtime compared to this. I shouldn’t have been surprised, though. I’d asked him to spank me harder next time.
Warmth bloomed on my skin. I jolted again when another swat burned my other cheek. Back and forth, heating my ass into a flaming bonfire. If he’d thought I was wet before, I was absolutely soaked now, even though my eyes watered. Every strike of his hand made another wave flood me. My pussy clenched and throbbed, a deep, empty ache of need that made me wriggle around on Warwick’s thighs. I groaned around his dick. Louder. A wordless plea for more. Relief. Anything.
Aidan slapped the lower curve of my buttock, the edge of his hand striking along the hollow where my ass met my upper thigh. The sweet, sweet sting drew another ragged, higher pitched squeal from my throat.
“Ah,” Aidan ground out. “There’s that sweet spot. Let go now, babygirl. We’ve got you.”
His words pounded through my head.Let go. Let go.
Something flipped inside me. A light switch toggle that made all my bones dissolve. All the thoughts in my head cleared away, leaving behind a faint buzz of static or white noise. A place where I didn’t have to think or act or plan or react.
All I had to do was exist.
Distantly, I was still aware of them, though my head felt like a hot-air balloon drifting away from my body. Warwick supported me, controlling the speed and depth of his thrusts. Going deeper. His face tight with control, even though his eyes burned like twin pits of lust. His fingers tightened on my face. In my hair. Pulling me closer. Shoving his dick deeper into my throat.
Aidan changed the angle of his swats into a lifting motion that rocked my entire body. I couldn’t feel the distinct strokes of his hand any longer. Only the continual blaze of heat through my core. It took my mind a moment to realize he’d stopped spanking me. That his hands were in my hair, pulling my head back. Lifting me backwards.
I blinked, trying to focus through tears. To understand. My lips were numb. My chin, wet with drool and slobbers but not cum. Warwick hadn’t—
Slowly, in a daze, I watched him grip his cock, tipping it down slightly. His thighs shook beneath me, his breathing loud. My name on his lips. As thick liquid shot from his dick. A soft, pearly green that gleamed in the overhead light like the prisms of a cut emerald. Droplets splattered my breasts and throat.
Chest heaving, he gave me a wicked grin as he dropped back to lie against the pillows. “There be your sparkles, love.”
I looked down at myself, ridiculously pleased to see that as the fluid absorbed into my skin, it left behind opalescent green glitter. I stroked a finger over the shining mark, and it didn’t wipe away. “How long will the marks stay?”
