Page 104 of Across an Endless Sea

“Can I taste?” I ask, my boldness coming from nowhere.

Jaro’s Adam’s apple bobs sharply, and his reply is a hiss of air. “Yes. Anything you want.”

“Only if you don’t take away my feast while you do it,” Lore says at the same time.

Jaro growls, then shifts, getting to his knees by my head. He grips the base of his shaft, holding it steady.

“If you don’t like it, say so and we’ll stop.” He pauses. “And if it’s too much and you can’t speak, just tap my leg.”

I nod, barely listening. My tongue flutters across my lips.

“Wetter is better,” Lore sing-songs. “Suck him deep, pet.”

Jaro looks over at him, but whatever he might’ve said in protest is cut off as my tongue darts out to explore the cleft in the angry purple head before me. He hisses out a breath, hand clenching, white-knuckled, at the base as I take my first tentative taste.

Hmm, not bad.Salty, musky, but not bad or repulsive like I feared. If anything, Jaro’s soft groan might’ve convinced me to continue even if I didn’t like the taste—though I’ll never tell him that. Fortunately for me, my second lick confirms that I don’t mind it. I venture a full, open-mouthed kiss to the head next, and Jaro starts to curse.

“This was a bad idea,” he hisses.

I pull back, alarmed. “Am I doing it wrong?”

“No!” He coughs, cheeks flushing as he realises how loud the objection was. “Don’t stop. I just… might not last as long as you expect me to.”

The damp head of him bounces, tapping against my lip as if echoing his plea. This time, I do as Lore suggested, trying to fit as much of him into my mouth as possible.

Of course, with Jaro’s size, there’s no way I’m going to manage the whole thing. My jaw is stretched almost uncomfortably wide as it is, and I’ve only just managed the head. I dip down, taking a few more inches before he hits the back of my throat. I almost gag.

Note to self: notthatdeep.

Jaro’s body is tense as I pull back, then move forward again. His hands hover awkwardly by his side, and I would pout if I weren’t occupied. He’s holding back. I understand why… but that still doesn’t mean I need to like it.

One day soon,I promise myself,when I’m a little bit bolder, I’m going to demand he let go entirely.Right now… I’m willing to admit that maybe I’m not quite ready.

I bob my head down again, savouring Jaro’s harsh inhale, then flick my tongue along the thick vein that decorates the underside. A few repetitions later, and I think I’ve found a rhythm. My hand instinctively comes up to work the section of his shaft I can’t reach, pumping in concert.

Between my legs, Lore starts lapping again, and I stutter, almost losing pace as his fingers draw out slowly, then press in again. It feels tighter this time, and a second later I flinch as pain tears through the pleasure.

“What did you do?” Jaro demands, pulling away.

“Would you rather have torn her with your cock?” Lore demands, pulling three fingers from between my legs. “Hush, pet. Don’t worry. I’ll make it feel good again, I promise.”

I grimace at the sight of blood. I expected it; yet I forgot about my virginity during the foreplay. Now, with the evidence plastered over his fingers, I feel oddly relieved.

At least that part is over.

Lore whips his cap from his head and gently presses it against the inside of my thigh.

“Oh!” I gasp, head falling back.

Just like before, the sensation of his cap drinking is like a hundred kisses against my skin, only this time it’s right over my clitoris.

“Goddess,” I breathe.

“Nope, it’s definitely just me down here,” Lore replies, grinning before taking his hat away, replacing it on his head.

I search, grimacing, for the trail of damp I know will be there, but his woollen cap is dry and unmarked except for the glistening shimmer of the fae dust that’s dripping from my wings. His chest puffs out as he notices me looking at his cap, like he’s smug about wearing my colours.

“She’s immortal, remember?” he continues, aiming the words at Jaro. “She’s already healing.”

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