Page 64 of A Tale of Treachery

I looked around, confused as to why he’d moved us.

I didn’t have to ask.

“I didn’t get to eat dinner,” he explained, planting his hand on my chest to shove me down onto the table.

My mouth dropped open as he licked my neck, trailing his tongue down my chest, my breasts, and my stomach. When he reached my center, he paused to grip my thighs and looked up at me. “You smell so good. Now let’s see how you taste.”

He ripped my legs apart with a growl, and I yelped when his tongue lashed out, licking a path along my center. Grasping my thighs, he dragged me closer, his tongue spearing through me. My fingers curled around the edge of the table, and I held on for dear life.

“You’re delicious,” he said, thrusting two fingers inside me with a wicked smile. “I need to get you prepared.”

His head dipped back between my legs as his tongue assaulted me. The tip of his tongue swirled around that delicate, sensitive spot as his fingers thrust in and out. My legs quaked from the pressure building inside. An intensity swirled in my lower belly, causing chills to race along my spine. And when he slammed a third finger inside of my channel, curling them upward, an explosion took place. I screamed.

Ryken continued his assault, ravaging my body through my climax, sucking and licking until I was nothing more than a pile of bones, my flesh too sensitive to bear another touch.

With a satisfied noise, he removed his hand and licked his fingers. “You’re ready for me now,” he said, gripping my hips the moment my legs had given out.

“That was…that was…I don’t even know how to describe it,” I panted, trying to pull myself together.

“Amazing, mind-blowing, life-changing?” he suggested with a wink.

“Yes, all of that and more,” I replied breathlessly.

He lifted my body, wrapping my legs around his waist, and cradled my head into the crook of his neck as he carried me back to the bed. A euphoric feeling washed over me, my body melting into his hold, boneless and fatigued but still burning for more.

I’d never felt anything like it.

I kissed his neck as he laid me down on the bed, licking along the side of his jugular. Some baser instinct made me want to bite into that vein, wanted to mark him and tear into him. I grazed my teeth along the smooth skin, and he froze.

He pulled away, a shudder racking through him. His eyes blazed, the playful mood reaching a slow and sudden death.

“Did I do something wrong?” I asked, bracing my body on my elbows.

He said nothing, did nothing, just stood there with fire in his eyes. His teeth seemed to grow sharper, deadlier, gleaming in the firelight.

I tried to think back on what the books said about fae—about biting the neck. It was something along the lines of a mark of ownership or possession. I blushed from embarrassment.

I’d unknowingly tried to claim him. Against his will.

“I’m so sorry, Ryken. I didn’t mean to almost—I didn’t mean to. I was only trying to kiss your neck and got carried away.”

Something flashed across his face, and danger lurked just beneath the surface of his gaze. His jaw clenched tightly, and his muscles coiled, ready to strike. He looked angry, downright furious.

I wanted to die of embarrassment.

I fled from the bed in a bid to escape and throw on a nightgown. The humiliation was too much to handle. I’d ruined the mood, pushed too far. I should have known what this was.

He gripped my arms, halting my escape, and tossed me back down onto the bed. My body bounced from the impact, forcing a gasp from my throat.

He towered over me, looking wild and unhinged. “Forget it,” he growled, crawling between my legs, and planting his forearms on either side of my head.

“But—”

“Shh. It’s all right. Forget about it,” he said, his voice softening as he kissed my jaw.

“It’s forgotten,” I whispered, desperate to continue what we’d started. I wanted him, needed him.

Ryken palmed the back of my neck and pressed his mouth to mine in a searing kiss. With a stroke of his tongue, the fire between us lit anew. I kissed him with a desperation I’d never felt before, and he pulled back for a breath of air, giving my lip a light nip.

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