This woman sucked cock like no one else.
And I would happily die in this position.
Because fuck.
It was so intense, so beautiful, so damn perfect that I almost wept. Instead, I praised her with my thoughts and drew my fingers through her hair, thanking her for the gift of her alluring mouth.
She swallowed me again, her tongue masterful against my skin, then she released me with a pop. I almost growled a protest, but her fingers hooked into my shirt and tugged me down to her on th
e mattress. I chuckled as I landed on top of her, which I suspected was exactly what she desired.
Rather than remove my shirt, she set it on fire and burned it away from my skin. I could have stopped her, but I didn’t want to. My mate’s penchant for destroying clothes intrigued me. Although, it was proving to be a costly little hobby of hers. Most of my suits were from the Human Realm, all handmade and tailored in Italy. Same with Exos’s.
Not that Claire cared about the semantics of our wardrobe.
Our little queen just wanted us naked and inside her, which was exactly what I gave her by spreading her thighs beneath me and sliding home without an ounce of foreplay.
Her body was already primed and ready, thanks to her other mates. She didn’t need my hands or tongue. What she required was my cock, and that was precisely what I gave her as she wrapped her legs around my waist and urged me to fuck her.
I kissed her hard, palming her neck to angle her where I wanted. My other hand went to her tit, giving it a squeeze for her attempt at taking control.
She grinned against my mouth. You’re not mad.
Never, I agreed. I love the way you play with me, little queen. It makes this so much more enjoyable.
I drove into her, smiling at her responding moan.
How many orgasms have you had tonight? I asked her. Seven?
Yes, she hissed, arching into me.
Are we going for eight or nine? I wondered, my lips leaving hers to trail down her throat to her flushed breasts. Fuck, she was a sight to behold, all wicked lust and salacious intent.
The men around me agreed, their cocks all stirring at the thought of fucking her again.
She made us insatiable beasts, with her as our queen at the center of this dark madness.
But I had a role to perform tonight, one Claire would need to play an equal part in for it to take.
I kissed her again, muting whatever reply stirred in her thoughts, her mind and body protesting the idea of nine orgasms in a night. Ridiculous, because we all knew she could handle so much more.
Fae—no matter our origin or kingdom—were beings of life and creation. We craved sex.
Even though she was half-human, her fae side overrode her where it counted, making her close to immortal and capable of endless hours—or days—of pleasure.
I reminded her of that with my mouth and cock, spearing her, owning her, driving her to the brink of rapture by hitting that spot deep inside.
She soared for me.
Screamed.
Her cheeks red with the force of pleasure overtaking her being.
I nuzzled her throat, slowing my pace, readying her for what would come next.
A new bond of sorts.
The heart of fae magic.