Page 42 of Mischief Maker
Oh. The sensation of her is heavenly. I’ve never felt anything so pure and full of life as her cunt. I could drown in it, in her, and happily never come back up for air. I kiss her furiously as I fall into her depths.
“My sweet farm girl,” I say, the words tumbling out of me of their own accord. Why am I saying them as if I know her, this woman who came knocking at the door of the gods?
Because I do. When her gaze meets mine, her mouth open in a moan of pleasure, I remember her.
My Faela. She’s found me.
I can only hope that she’s forgiven me, too.
Faela
My god. My immortal. My Kireth.
There are no words to describe how it feels to be joined with him again, to have his perfect, lithe body on top of mine. He’s limitless, thrusting so deep inside me that I can’t imagine there’s anywhere left for him to go.
He’s staring into my eyes now as he drives ever further, and I’m certain that at last, he recognizes me. I don’t know what spell Lucia cast to place this obstacle in my way, but we have surpassed it together.
Kireth’s motions become feverish and irregular as he encircles me with his arms, bringing my face into the curve of his neck. There, he clutches me tight as he gives me all of himself, and through his groans, I can hear my name muttered over and over. I know it’s him, really him, because he’s tipping his hips and aiming for the place he knows I love, that one red-hot spot where each stroke of that marvelous cock triggers a bone-deep blast of pleasure. I’m crying out for him, my legs flung tight around his waist, drawing him farther and farther inside me as that tension in my belly grows. Feverishly he pumps, his sweat dripping down onto my forehead as he groans and pries me ever wider. There was a void inside me that’s now filled, and I never want to imagine my world without him.
“Yes,” he murmurs into my ear as I writhe and moan, trying desperately to release. “Come for me, my beautiful woman.”
He slams into me hard and his cock grows even fuller, swelling with his own end. Every string in me is stretched to its limit, and suddenly, they all snap.
My thighs clench as I suck him inside so that we never have to be apart again. Kireth heaves with the force of his climax and it drags me along with it, into that bottomless place that’s reserved just for us.
There is no bounty so great as being loved by a god.
Spent, Kireth wraps his arms around my middle and rolls us over, our legs tangled, his dripping cock still wedged firmly where it belongs. He nuzzles my hair, feeling all along the edges of my body with his hands as if he can’t believe that I’m real.
“You came for me,” he whispers. “My Faela.”
“I had to.” I brush the curve of his horn with one hand, just remembering him, memorizing him. “When she took you away...” I ache just thinking of it, how the last words I’d spoken to him were so hateful. “I need you. I love you. I don’t want to do all of this—existing—without you.”
He fervently kisses the top of my head, and I can feel his heart hammering in his chest. “I would never leave you. But I’m not sure that you can stay here, either.” There’s defeat in his voice.
“Then come with me.” I hold him even closer. “Return to the farm with me.”
“I don’t think I can.” He shakes his head, letting out a heavy, unsteady breath. “This place... I can’t leave it. I am trapped here. I cannot go back with you.”
Dread settles over me. Did Lucia really send me all this way, taunt me with the possibility of saving him, only to find he’s locked inside a prison?
“That can’t be right.” I bury my face in his neck. “That’s not what she told me.”
“Who told you?” Kireth’s voice fills with suspicion. “Was it my mother?”
Before I can answer, there’s a crash, and a few shouts rise up. We unspool our bodies from each other, and Kireth pushes aside the curtain to look.
He freezes, his mouth hanging slack. “Lucia?”
I grab my slip and put it on over my head as Kireth gapes. Far down below us, the doors have been opened wide. With a carefree confidence, Lucia strolls in.
“Ah, Kireth.” Her eyes crinkle at the edges as she smiles up at us. “And the farm girl. You made it.”
The doors fall closed behind her.
Once my dress is on, we walk hand in hand down the steps to the mezzanine, where the great fountain in the center happily burbles. There’s a knowing smirk on Lucia’s face as we approach together, Kireth’s hand inside mine. He might be a god, but Lucia frightens even him.
“You made it past my obstacle,” she says to me with one eyebrow arched, her lip curled. “You’re not as stupid as you look.”
