Page 61 of Conquering the King of Storms

“How about you fill it with something harder?” I panted, trying to stay as quiet as I could.

“Don’t tempt me.” The words were almost feral.

Before I could reply, the man descended.

Two of his fingers plunged inside me, and his tongue flicked my clit hard and fast.

His wind flooded my mouth as I lost control, rocking desperately against his face and fingers.

He didn’t withdraw from me immediately, slowing his licks and touches first instead.

“Damn,” I panted, trying to catch my breath.

“You’re fucking sexy,” he growled back at me, then slowly dragged his tongue from the top of my core to the very, very bottom.

Every part of me tensed and throbbed.

“You’re really, really good at that,” I whispered. “And you have to be hard. I want to watch you get yourself off again.”

Honestly, I wanted to be the one to get him off again, but I wasn’t about to risk his tentative acceptance. Next time, it would be my hands on him if not other,betterparts of me.

“In the shower, so there’s no mess.” He scooped me up off the bed, hauling my exposed body up to his and holding me against his chest as he carried me into the bathroom.

Sirus set me down just outside the shower, stripping his pants off quickly. I about drooled as I watched his ass step inside and turn the water on. If my dress wasn’t such a pain to get on and off, I would’ve slid inside with him.

He turned to face me, and my gaze devoured him as he wrapped his hand around his cock.

Water slid over his hair and down his body as he began stroking himself.

I would’ve flushed at the sight if I wasn’t already so hot.

It didn’t take him long to lose control, and when he lost it, he did so with his eyes locked on mine.

And fuck, that made me feel like I was his whole damn world.

Chapter 14

Sirus driedoff and put his pants on, I adjusted my dress, and then we headed out of the inn hand-in-hand. The café was really close, Sirus explained to me as we walked.

Sure enough, we found the place quickly. It was larger than I thought, but cozy and comfortable with sand-colored walls and low, white tables. Thick cushions for sitting on were tucked partway beneath the edges of the tables, and I immediately found our group at the table in the middle of the space. The rest of the café was empty, so I assumed the kings had cleared everyone else out.

The female water fae chefs were wearing the samebreezyclothes as the rest of us, and the male chefs wore the same simple pants as the guys in our group. My eyes were glued to them as they cooked. They didn’t use pots or pans like we did on Earth; they used their magic.

Soup of some kind spun and danced in warm globes above our heads, making the room smell incredible. The globes morphedinto long rivers of liquid and vegetables, and then began forming other shapes.

Sirus led me to the table, and when he lowered me down to one of the sitting-cushions, I finally glanced over at him and found the corners of his lips turned upward.

My face warmed, and he squeezed my hand lightly.

“My stunning mate,”his wind whispered to me.

I was so red I probably resembled a strawberry, but tried to focus my attention on the conversation that was already going on.

“The water fae want me to stay here in case Leolal awakens Heliai,” Flame was growling at Sirus. Ivy was squished up against his chest, like he had anchored himself to her, and she looked amused.

Sirus nodded. “Should they awaken, the water fae will need more power than they currently possess.”

“Then Flood and his human can stay.” Tariq tossed a hand toward the glowing-eyed king and the redhead who sat beside him. She paused, a spoonful of soup pressed to her lips.

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