Page 81 of Dark & Dreadful Brutes

His hands began to move over my abdomen and hips slowly, and I frowned. “How is it selfish?”

“Both male and female are only there to take what they need from each other. The female fae makes commands, the male follows them until she’s found her climax, and then he does what he wants to reach his own. There’s no giving—only taking.”

“So you never touched a female fae just to make her feel good?”

“Of course not. I never gave of myself physically unless it was to get something in return. I find myself intrigued by the idea, now.”

I opened my mouth to say something, but Ravv yawned behind me, so I closed it.

He needed his rest.

But… I respected him, for what he’d told me.

I really, really did.

“Your skin is so damn soft, Lae,” he murmured into my ear as his hands settled—one on one of my breasts and the other trapped between my thighs, gripping the thick muscle there. “Sleep now.”

By the time I considered protesting, his chest was already rising and falling steadily against my back.

Images of Ravv touching me again filled my mind.

Him touching me in the shower.

Feasting on me in some sort of closet.

Tonguing me while I rode his face.

That last one lingered the longest, until the feel of thick, hot fingers on my core roused me from sleep.

I groaned as they slid over my bud—my clit—before dipping into my opening then sliding against me again. The slick heat felt blissful.

The fabric of my undergarment was tight on my hips, straining as it held his hand close to my core, until he tugged it down far enough that it didn’t block his access to me.

The bed shifted, and then he was dragging me further up the mattress, backward, so I faced away from him. A cry escaped me when he sat me on his mouth, and then devoured me.

My hands landed on his bare abdomen as I caught myself, and my eyes were nearly level with his cock.

Ravv worked me so fast, all tongue and teeth and fingers. Cries escaped me as I lost control, pleasure rolling through me.

Veil, I wanted to touch him.

He kept licking me, tasting me, and touching me, even as the pleasure faded.

Ravv wasn’t done with me, and maybe I wasn’t done with him.

He snarled against my core as I gripped his erection over his shorts. The thick hardness of him surprised me, even though I had felt it against me so many times.

His teeth caught my clit, and I cried out loudly at the intensity of it.

His fingers joined his mouth and tongue, spreading and filling me. It dazed me for a moment—and then I focused on his cock again. He was throbbing in my grip, and it fascinated me.

I wanted more.

I pushed the stretchy shorts over him, freeing his erection. The sight of it had my lips parting as my hips rocked against Ravv’s face.

He was so damn huge—and the head of him was already slick with the evidence of how much he enjoyed the way I tasted and reacted to him.

Ravv snarled again as I dragged a finger over his slickness. His erection bobbed for me, and I wrapped my fingers around the length of him again.

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