Page 146 of Across an Endless Sea

“But I don’t have a hat to claim you with,” I protest. “Shouldn’t it go both ways?”

“You want to leave your mark on me?” he asks. “Why didn’t you just say so?”

Before I can take a breath, we’re away from the bright lights and swirling robes of the dancers. The music is still loud, so we must not have gone far, but I barely have a chance to look around at the dark, secluded alley before he’s there again, claiming my lips and my thoughts.

Emboldened without an audience, I slip my tongue out to tease the sharp points of his teeth until he groans against my lips and pulls away.

“Playing with those will get you more than you bargained for and me in serious trouble,” he warns.

Then he surprises me by dropping to his knees on the cobbles. His hand cups the underside of my knee and lifts, putting me off balance until I have to grab the wall behind me to stay up. For a long second, he stares up my skirts, then slowly, deliberately, licks his lips.

My cheeks are burning as I try to close my legs, but he holds me open, just staring.

“Lore… someone could see,” I hiss.

“Then I guess you better be quiet,” he quips. “I’m not going back out there until I’m covered in your dust, pet.”

His grip on my leg shifts, and he angles his body until his shoulders are holding me spread open for his gaze. Then, without pause, his white hair disappears entirely beneath the ruffled skirt of my dress, and I feel the hot wave of his breath wash over my core.

“Oh, pet, you’re dripping,” he murmurs, though the words are half obscured by my skirts. “Damn, female, yourscent…”

That’s all the warning I get before he dives in. Lore laps and sucks at every inch of me like he’s a starving male and I’m a feast. That talented tongue finds my entrance and teases it, before quickly moving north to the ball of nerves that’s begging for his attention.

My breath is harsh, coming in tiny tortured pants as he swirls his tongue around it, then I cry out as he draws it between his lips and sucks. He stops, and my cry turns into a small moan of disappointment.

“Shh, pet. You don’t want anyone coming to investigate, do you?”

That said, he returns to his work with a single-minded determination and enthusiasm that only he could ever be capable of. My head falls back against the wall of the building behind me, and I clasp my hand over my mouth tightly as he starts to suck at my clit again before nipping at it sharply.

My hand isn’t helping. I can still hear my laboured breaths, along with the lewd, wet noises he’s making. My heartbeat is in my ears, my skin tight with arousal. My eyes flutter closed as he brings his hand into play, plunging a single finger into my dripping heat.

A sound—like a half gasp—bursts our private bubble. My eyes snap open, zeroing in on Bree’s astonished face at the far end of the alley. Just feet away. His ears are standing up straight on his head, both trained on me as he watches me slowly lose control beneath Lore’s talented tongue.

Then the redcap hums against my pussy, and the vibration destroys whatever hold I had on my sanity. I fall apart in a trembling explosion of pleasure that radiates across my body and causes my eyes to squeeze shut once again.

When I open them, Bree is still there, rooted to the spot, his eyes trained on Lore as he extricates himself from my skirts with a mischievous grin. His mouth is wet, lips painted with me, and his satisfaction rolls through me in waves.

He fixes my skirt, then straightens. “Now every fae we come across will smell your claim on me,” he promises, ignoring Bree. “And if that isn’t enough…” He twirls me in his arms, brushing a hand down my back and drawing it free, covered in the shimmer of my dust. Then he rubs it into his hair until the white locks are sparkling like a thousand diamonds. “There, see? All yours.”

I won’t ever admit how much some tiny feral part inside of me really likes the sight. Instead, I let mortification take hold.

“You can’t just go out in public like that,” I hiss.

“Ah, púca,” Lore says, ignoring me. “Just in time. Rose wanted to mark me, but there’s enough of her dust for you too if you want to share.”

He swipes his other hand through the dust on my dress and extends it towards Bree. Too late, I realise that’s the hand he was using to play with me earlier, and the glimmer on his forefinger isn’t just dust, but the remaining evidence of my own arousal.

“Want a taste?” Lore asks.

For a second, I’m sure Bree will back away. Flee. He looks at Lore’s hand like the redcap is insane—and heis.

The púca shocks us all by taking a step closer.

Then another.

I barely dare to breathe as he closes the gap and grabs Lore’s hand in his own, bringing it to his face. His nostrils flare for a second, and a tortured expression flits over his face before he closes his eyes and takes Lore’s offered fingers between his soft lips.

The strangled sound that leaves his throat is barely audible over the sound of the pipes and drums, but it still draws a fresh ache between my thighs. How can something so absurd be so arousing? I bite my lip to stop myself from making any noise that might stop this strange, hazy moment.

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