Page 131 of Dark & Dreadful Brutes

Everyone was looking at us for a greeting, so he bellowed something about a successful and enjoyable eclipse. The crowd roared their approval, and the music grew even louder.

The groups of fae danced together, their bodies moving nearly as one, and soon enough, there wasn’t an eye on us in the room.

My abdomen ached with need.

My body quaked and quivered.

Ravv fluffed my dress, slyly opening it at the slit so the skirts billowed around both of our legs. One of his hands remained on my waist, and the other slipped beneath my skirt.

He slowly pulled one of my legs up until my knee was against the throne, and then did the same with the other. The movement lifted me to meet his cock—and my skirts kept our movements hidden entirely.

“You’re doing so damn well, Lae,” Ravv murmured into my mind, as my body trembled with need. “I’m going to make you feel incredible.”

He freed his erection, and his hand was hot on my skin as he found my slit through my slickness.

“Close that pretty mouth, mate,” he said. “The sounds of your pleasure are for my ears alone.”

I clamped my jaw shut as he eased me downward until finally, the head of his cock met my opening.

I bit down harder to stop myself from crying out—and even harder when he pulled me down further. His erection was thick and hard as he filled me, and my pleasure hit as I sank down onto him.

Ravv’s fingers worked my clit lightly, and the climax hit hard. He held me in place as the pleasure rocked me, hiding what we were doing from the fae in the room.

“That was perfect,” he growled. “And you’re going to do it again for me.”

Veil, I was going to do it as many times as he let me.

The need was still so damn fierce.

He pulled me down again, until my ass met the tops of his thighs. The warm bareness of his skin there made me shiver.

He swore softly, his hips jerking slightly as his cock swelled inside me. My breathing grew staggered as he thickened—and then lost control.

Ravv held me still as I went over the ledge with him, my jaw still clenched and my body finally relaxing slightly with the relief of the quick releases.

“Look at the crowd,” he said into my ear, after his pleasure had faded. One of his hands stroked my thigh lightly beneath my dress, and the other was still on my hip. “They know you belong to me—but they have no idea how completely I have you right now.”

The world spun with his words, and the way his hand was moving closer to the apex of my thighs.

“Tell me you’re mine, Lae.”

“I’m yours, Ravv,” I breathed. “You said I’m yours. Prove it.”

He snarled softly against my ear, and finally touched me.

The pleasure hit me hard.

I had to clench my jaw so tightly it was painful to stop from crying out, but I did it.

And the pleasure went on.

And on.

And on.

We were on that throne for at least an hour—maybe two—before Ravv finally decided our appearance had been enough and hauled me away.

When we reached our room, we didn’t make it to the bed.

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