Page 57 of Petals of Innocence

“Oh, of course not,” he said with a wink, which made her chuckle. Once he had the laces undone, he pulled the bodice open and pretended like he was inspecting her breasts for some magical marking “Hmmm, nothing here.”

She rolled her eyes and turned around as she pulled the bodice down her body. She slid her hand under her hair and pulled it off to one shoulder. “This is what I wanted to show you. I have been marked with the apparent ability to produce some form of smoky wings and fly.” She felt Ciaran softly drift his fingers along the abstract shape of the wings on her back, sending a trail of heat along her naked skin.

“I don’t know how to make them appear, so I’m not sure...” She was having a hard time finishing her thoughts as Ciaran moved his hands to brush along her sides, then across her stomach, before moving up to grasp her breasts in either hand.

He began to knead her flesh as his mouth descended on the side of her neck, then began gently kissing it. After the first moan to slip past her lips, he alternated between pinching and pulling on her nipples, which brought her just to the brink of pain before switching back. The kissing had become sucking and biting, which led to even more moans out of her.

At some point, he had slipped her leggings down to her knees and freed himself from his own pants. “Do you trust me, little witch?” he whispered in her ear as he trailed his hand down towards her core. She gasped as his fingers brushed over that spot, which sent her flying higher.

“Yes,” she hissed out as pleasure began to fully take over her body.

Ciaran walked them to the very edge of the rock cliff, then used his other hand to firmly grasp the hair on the back of her head at its roots. He pulled her head back as he began to work her faster with his other hand.

He used his foot to spread her feet apart a bit more before lifting her to meet his cock with her core, using only the hand that was still rubbing the sensitive spot. “Let yourself be wild and free. Trust I have you,” he said as he entered her in one swift motion. Then he used his grip on her hair to push her upper body forward and down; she was dangling off the side of the cliff.

The only thing keeping her from falling was the hand between her legs and the hand gripped in her hair. She knew she should be afraid, but she wasn’t. The only thing she could feel was the way Ciaran was pounding into her. He continued to pleasure her from the front, and there was a slight sting in the back of her head where her hair pulled. The view was breathtaking, and the pleasure mixed with the adrenaline took her to a higher level of pleasure she had never thought possible.

She felt her walls begin to pulse as her pleasure began to reach its crescendo. Ciaran increased his pace, and she felt his wings beat the air around them just as she noticed they were moving even higher. Ciaran was flying as his cock continued to claim her. He pulled her head up to his chest, only to move his hand from her hair to wrap around her throat. “Are you going to come for me, little witch?” He asked as he climbed higher and higher into the sky, right alongside her pleasure.

Just as she felt herself reach the crest, Ciaran took them plummeting towards the obsidian waters far below. The combination of pleasure bursting from her and the adrenaline of the free fall had her screaming out her release. She thought she might black out from the overwhelming mingling of feelings. Just before they hit the water, Ciaran roared his pleasure as he released inside her. Then he snapped his wings out so they coasted just above the water. He began to slowly fly them back up to their rock.

Etain had to hold on to Ciaran for several moments after they landed to be sure her legs would hold her. She gave Ciaran a wicked smile when she said, “That, my prince, was incredible. I had no idea such a thing could be done. I think this is my favorite spot now as well.”

Ciaran threw his head back as he laughed. He helped Etain retie the laces of her bodice, then ported them back to their bedchambers. Neither of them had much energy for anything else, so they changed for bed and climbed under the covers to find each other’s embrace before falling asleep. They didn’t have time to stress over the coming ceremony and celebration the following night.

Forty Six

“What?”Ciaranasked.Keshad been speaking, but he hadn’t heard a word of it.

That morning he’d woken before Etain and decided to arouse her by kissing his way down her body. She slowly stirred and smiled down at him, still half dazed from sleep. He could tell her body had fully awoken well before her mind did, as he brought her pleasure with his mouth – twice. He was still feeling particularly smug over the way Etain easily responded to his touch. The sounds he could get her to make made him feel like a god.

Kes rolled his eyes clearly annoyed with how distracted Ciaran was. Ciaran was having a hard time keeping his mind off his mate with their ceremony happening in a few short hours. He wondered what it would feel like to have the mate bond complete.

He’d heard stories that some mates could communicate to each other from long distances through the bond. He even heard they could share power back and forth in a way which made each of their wells drain slower. If he were honest, he was mostly intrigued to find out what new ways the bond would give him to elicit his favorite sounds from Etain.

He thought it was funny that all his life he had been focused on breaking the curse, focused on making the Night Court strong enough to defend against the ever encroaching Day Court. Yet, he hadn’t once thought about what his power would be like after he and Etain ascended their thrones. It would happen immediately following their mating ceremony, but he found himself focused solely on the completion of their mating bond.

“Ciaran, we need to be prepared for anything this crescent night. I fear for Anin’s life, and she won’t give me any answers to help me keep her safe,” Kes let out in a frustrated huff.

“Why not use one of your five questions?”

Kes looked surprised Ciaran even knew about them. Of course, he did. Kes and Anin wore the markings on their fingers, and Ciaran knew what that specific marking meant. His father had used it on him once when he was not yet grown, but not a youngling any longer either. It had resulted in his father having immense power over him, knowing his one weakness – Kes. From that moment on, Ciaran had built a wall between himself and his cousin. Certainly that seemed to be weakening more and more over the years his father had been gone.

“I did. I used one, and now she is completely ignoring and avoiding me at all costs. How am I supposed to protect her? She is absolutely infuriating. The best I could come up with was enlisting her sisters to help keep an eye on her, at the very least, if they won’t tell me what I need to be ready for.”

Ciaran thought about everything they had learned about Anin. It really wasn’t much, and what they did know was mostly irrelevant to the situation Kes had found her in.

“I do not think you have ever been shunned by a female, dear cousin,” Ciaran said with a chuckle, hoping to ease some of his cousin’s anxiety. It worked mildly, and Kes barked out a sarcastic laugh.

“No, I suppose I haven’t. She is difficult, mouthy, and quick to fight back. Normally I enjoy all of that to no end, but when it comes to her safety, I find myself unable to compromise. What am I to do, cousin?” Kes being ever the dramatic fae threw himself on the couch with a huff. “Oh! Don’t even get me started on the ways she teases me. I haven’t been this hard all the time since we were young fae!”

Ciaran laughed at his cousin and, not for the first time, wondered if perhaps Anin was his mate. He needed to tell Kes about the rest of the curse he had found out through Etain’s grimoire, and he felt it was only fair to share before he took the throne. “Kes, while I am sorry to hear you are feeling a little…backed up, I do need to tell you something that directly affects you.”

Kes sat up straight and gave his cousin a questioning look. Ciaran tried to figure out the best way to tell him that unless he ascended a throne in the realm, he was to be cursed forever.

“Whatever it is, Ciaran, you can tell me,” Kes said in such a way Ciaran believed him and decided to come straight out with it.

“Kes, you are cursed just as I am. It was not just the heir in direct line for the throne. It was any descendant of our great-grandfather. Unless you ascend the throne, you will be cursed for the rest of your life, and any younglings you help bring into the world will also be cursed.”

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