Page 130 of Dark & Dreadful Brutes

“The first time I take you today will be on my throne, Lae.” His teeth caught the sensitive skin on my neck, dragging lightly.

“You’re really serious about that?”

Ravv made a noise of agreement. “We have to do it now, before the party becomes an orgy.” He nipped at my throat again, then released me and slipped out of bed, taking a long moment to look at me. His hand slowly stroked the length of his cock as he stared down at my bare body. “Veil, you’re stunning.”

I was too busy staring at his mismatched eyes to process what he’d said. One of them was his own gorgeous dark purple—but the other had changed with our bond, and now glowed the reddish-orange of my own.

“You’re starting the eclipse by refusing me sex?” I asked, sitting up slowly as I tried to ignore the need burning in my veins.

I had never felt such fierce desire on an eclipse as a human—and it was still so early.

Ravv released his cock and stepped into the closet for a moment, then emerged with a thick, billowing dress. The same one from my dreams.

Err, his dreams.

Maybe with the connection between our minds strengthened, more of our thoughts would mix like that. I was honestly a bit excited to find out.

Ravv caught my hand and tugged me out of bed, then pulled the dress over my head. He eased my arms beneath the delicate straps, and arranged my breasts so they weren’t bursting from the bodice.

When he finished settling the fabric, his hand slid into the dress from behind, and he gripped my thigh.

A slit.

There was a slit at the back of it.

That damn fae king.

His hand slowly dragged over my thigh, and I moaned aloud. “I’m terrible at being quiet, Ravv.”

“You’ll do fine.” He dragged his teeth over my shoulder as his hand found my bare clit again, and slowly teased the oversensitive bud. “Do this for me, and you can punish me in any way you like. If you want to make me spend the rest of the eclipse with my face between your thighs and my cock weeping without your touch, I will.”

I groaned at the mental image, and he continued working my clit until I cried out with my release, my body tensing with pleasure as it warred painfully with need. “I just want you inside me.”

“You’ll have me, Lae.” He continued working my clit. “I’ll be yours to command.”

“Fine. Let’s go,” I whispered.

His hand left my center, and I fought a whimper as he swept me up off the ground and hauled me down the hallway.

The music grew louder as we approached the celebration. We passed people already dancing and reveling in the hallways, none of them naked or doing anything sexual, which confused my need-addled mind.

“It hits harder for those with a partner,” Ravv murmured into my ear, before nipping at it. “It’s worse this time because we’re bonded. Everyone else has a few hours before they feel it this strongly.”

We reached the throne room, and veil, the need was only growing fiercer.

I wanted Ravv.

I needed him.

I was going to lose my mind if I didn’t have him.

He walked me to the throne, barely sparing a growled greeting for the people who said hello or exclaimed about our sealed bond. The music was loud enough to hide his growls, and I vaguely noticed that most of the female fae in the throne room wore dresses similar to mine.

It must’ve been a tradition or something—and he’d gotten me a dress to make sure I fit in.

My legs shook with the weight of my desire for him.

He finally sat down on the throne and pulled me onto his lap. His erection was against my ass, his hands on my waist.

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