Page 34 of Conquering the King of Storms

He was already slick, and the realization that he’d already lost it once while going down on me made me hotter.

I slid my hand slowly down the length of him, and he bit down on my lip. The tiny bit of pain surprised me, but not in a bad way.

He pulled his mouth from mine, swearing and eyeing my lip with concern. I tightened my grip on him and pumped up and down his length.

His eyes shut, his head rocking forward and hitting mine. When his grip on the back of my neck tightened, I slowed my strokes a little, wanting to drag it out for him.

“You’re so fucking sexy,” I whispered to him, licking at the tiny bit of blood on the inside of my lip. “I love that I can make you lose control.”

His hand on my waist pulled me closer, and I slid his erection free from his pants. He groaned when the air hit it, and his hand locked me in place when I tried to slide down toward him. “No sex, Sway,” he snarled at me.

Dammit, I’d made him mad.

I returned the favor by rubbing him harder, and faster.

His jaw clenched, and when I captured his lips in my own again, every ounce of the control he had been fighting for failed. He pumped into my fist, his mouth making love to mine as he lost control and painted my abdomen with his pleasure.

Sirus’s hand caught mine, holding it still on his cock as he throbbed, his eyes shut and his lips slowly withdrawing from mine.

“Good?” I whispered to him.

“Think I fucking died,” he growled back.

My lips curved upward.

I tried to slide down to his cock once again, my body all hot and bothered already. This time, he stopped me by slipping a hand between my thighs.

He worked my clit until I’d fallen apart in his arms again, and then I collapsed against him.

The drug was still coursing through my veins, but I was so damned exhausted.

“Need to sleep,” I whispered to Sirus.

“Finally,” he mumbled back.

I smacked him upside the head, and he snorted. “I’m kidding.”

My lips curved upward. “You’re really fucking sexy, Sirus.”

“You’ll feel differently when the drug wears off.” His fingers stroked my arm, though, his touch light and calming.

“I won’t.” I snuggled in a little closer to him.

He continued stroking my arm until I fell asleep against his chest.

Chapter 8

My head was poundingwhen I woke up. I tried to press my palm into my temple, but my hand smacked into a thick arm on its way to my head.

A snore rattled the bare chest pressed againstmybare chest, and I slowly cracked my eyes open. The snoring didn’t bug me; I had been told that I also snored. It pissed Steven off.

Since Sirus snored too, I doubted I’d have that problem. And if I did, I could just tell him to take a hike. That made me feel better about my situation, too.

Sirus was asleep, his arms engulfing me. The wall of the cave was to my back, and his entire body was covering mine, as if he was using himself as my human shield.

Or fae shield, I guess.

I rarely drank alcohol, so the effects of the drug’s hangover—or withdrawal—felt particularly awful.

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