Page 22 of Mischief Maker
“Then this time, I won’t ask you to.” He draws me closer. “I will give myself quite freely, if that is what you want.” His clawed hand roves over my hip, saying all the same words as his mouth, and I want more of it—more, more. I want to know what Kireth tastes like, what he would do with me if he could do anything he wanted. His hand is just a taste, a sampling of what could come later.
I need the full meal.
“Faela.” Kireth’s voice startles me, and I realize I’ve been staring for some time. “You are fairer than any woman I’ve ever laid eyes on. And this is the truth.” His fingers twine with mine, and he brings them up to his lips. In his eyes, I think I see a budding shyness, a quiet fear that I might reject him.
But I want him. If I were to give myself anything I dreamed of, it would be to feel my own naked body pressed flush against his.
“Will you join me?” he asks, tugging my hand gently toward the water. “Let me wash your hair. Please. It will cost nothing.”
My words fall back into my chest because it feels too scandalous to let them out. Yes, I want to be naked with him. Most certainly. But wouldn’t it be terribly lecherous of me to say it out loud? Instead I nod and reach for the hem of my dress. A wide smile spreads across Kireth’s face as I pull it upward, then bring it over my head and arms. Underneath is my slip, and the demon’s eyes rove over me hungrily as I rid myself of that, too.
Now I’m bared to him, and it’s cold, so my nipples are tight and hard. Kireth leads me down the bank as he backs up into the river, drawing me along until the water is up to my hips, and I’m relieved to at least have my most private parts hidden.
Kireth tugs me even closer to him, and I follow without resistance. I want him nearer, too. I long to feel that ash-gray skin with the twirling markings carved into it pressed against mine.
Then he wraps his other arm around me, and my wish is granted. The gap between our bodies closes, and Kireth brings my head to nestle in the crook of his neck as he embraces me. His nose nuzzles my hair, and his claws comb through it as if I am a precious and beloved thing. Slowly he kneels, bringing me down with him into the river until we are both under the surface of the water, surrounded by each other’s bodies.
Then, at last, he kisses me.
Kireth
If this is all I get of her, that will be enough.
Faela’s lips are as soft as butter, as sweet as honey, and they sate a thirst in me I didn’t know I had. She’s tentative and shy, and I wonder if my sad girl has ever been kissed before.
There is so much I don’t yet know about her, but I will learn it.
I draw her further in, weaving her legs around my hips, showing her where to tangle her hands in my hair as I kiss her with every last ounce of my patience and restraint. I will need to take it slow for her, leading her deeper like one would guide a foal across a stream, for as long as she wants to come with me.
After she’s settled in my lap, Faela relaxes against me. I draw my tongue across her lips, and she lets out a surprised gasp. With this opening, I sweep inside her mouth, showing her how this silky appendage could be used to pleasure her. I suckle her, paying attention to every corner until her lips are open for me and her tongue is tangling with mine. She shudders under my hands, letting out the tiniest of moans as I teach her mouth how to dance.
While I tease her in one place, I wander across her naked skin, brushing my thumbs past the plump curve of her breasts down to the swell of her behind. I’ve been trying to keep my cock under control so as not to frighten her, but it has a will of its own. It fills and fills the longer I kiss her until it’s fat and swollen, and I can’t help that it’s now pressed firmly against her soft rear end.
To my greatest surprise, my small Faela begins to rub herself against me. The tight ropes of my control slip and fracture as she moans under my mouth, and her perfect ass drags along me. My hands become even more eager, more bold, roaming down her thighs and up her belly, then under the sultry swell of her breasts. She does not flee, as I had feared—she leans even deeper into me, her body warming under my hands as her arousal takes her.
So my sad girl does have another side, a lush side, a side that thirsts for pleasure. I didn’t expect her to be so sensual, but every movement I make, every press of my claws in her flesh, earns a whimper.
She is sensitive. Good.
I have not been a chaste god. That was never my purpose, never my intention. I enjoy all of life’s bounties, delight in them, and find every opportunity to bask in the glow of desire. I have found joy in monks, in fairies, in strapping young men. Each carried their own flavor, their own unique aroma, and I appreciated all of them for what they were.
But none of them compare to what it feels like to twine myself around Faela. Her nipples brush across my chest as she breathes, and her delicate pussy caresses my cock with each of her unconscious movements. She simply radiates sex, as if it were baked into her blood, and the smell of it is roaring my name. I want to eat her, absorb her into myself, and never release her again.
Most certainly, she is my chosen one. The one picked for me from the thousands of years that have passed since my making.
Forty.
I startle myself out of my own licentious haze with the thought. My time with her is limited. This may be one of only a few moments I can share with her, and I would rather it be on a soft bed in a warm room than in a dirty river.
We can do the river thing later, once I’ve unlocked the feral, lusty animal inside her.
With Faela still wrapped around my hips, I get to my feet. She gasps at the shock of cool air above the water and peels her lips away from mine.
“Kireth...?” she asks, clasping me tight as if I might drop her.
I chuckle into her hair. “Hold on to me. I’m taking you home.”
This earns a scandalized little gasp. “Like this?”
