Page 57 of The Unseelie Wish

The hand on her thigh shifted to tangle into her hair, pressing her head down on him, urging her to go deeper. To take more of him. He set the pace, and she let him, moaning as he teased the back of the throat with the pointed tip of his length.

Taking a deep breath, she held it as she relaxed her throat, letting him urge her to take more and more of him. The ridges were bizarre—the feeling of him like nothing she’d ever experienced before. But slowly and surely, she adjusted. When she was moving at a pace and depth that he seemed to approve of, his hand left her head to knead her ass as he teased and tormented her in time to her movements.

Reflexively, she grasped his other length, gliding over him as she continued to ease the other in and out of her mouth, swirling her tongue around him as she worked. Eyes still shut, it was easy to give in to the pleasure of it all and not reflect on how fucked up it really was.

When his hand left her to pour a warm, viscous substance over somewhere else entirely, she jolted and pulled her head up from him, glancing back at him in concern.

He grinned that devilish, evil smile that she had come to delight in, even if it was a sign of incoming danger. His finger swirled the substance around her before slowly slipping inside, making her cry out at the foreign invader.

“I’ve never—” She gasped and lowered her head, trying not to tense up.

“I did warn you. Every way a man can take a woman. Just be glad I don’t have three—I’d find a way to do it all at once.” He chuckled as he slowly worked his finger deeper, little by little. Retreating almost all the way before going in just a little bit farther. “We’ll take our time, don’t you worry. I don’t want you broken for our final stand.”

It was a moan of pleasure that left her when a second finger joined the first—which surprised her. He was keeping to his word, slowly working deeper and deeper into her. Preparing her for what was going to happen next.

The curl of his tail around her throat pulled her head up, bringing her in line with his two twitching lengths, reminding her that she still had a job to do. With a shuddering breath, she obliged him—running her tongue along one before taking it into her mouth, her hand paying attention to the other.

She started to switch back and forth, not wanting one to feel neglected over the other, all while he worked, stretching and preparing her.

When a third finger joined the previous two, she let out a muffled wail against him, nearly gagging as her muscles reflexively tensed.

He shushed her, his other hand kneading her thigh soothingly as he pushed them deeper and deeper until they were up to his knuckles. “Perfect, songbird—beautiful.” His voice was a dusky rasp. “You’re ready.”

Nervous fear overtook her for a moment, but she knew he wouldn’t give her a choice. He picked her up again, spinning her to face him until she was on her knees once more before him. But this time, the thick cord of his tail was between her legs. Both his members rested on her core as he undulated his muscles, grinding them against her.

The sensation made her shudder and almost collapse forward against him. When he didn’t move, except to slowly rut himself against her, she realized what he wanted. He wanted her to do it.

“I—” She didn’t even know where to start. Literally.

“I’ll help when you need it.” He kissed the corner of her lips before his snakelike tongue flicked out, tasting her skin. She had broken out in a thin sheen of sweat, though she couldn’t say when. “I want to watch you take all of me.” He lay back against the curled arm of the lounge. “I want to watch you surrender to me.”

She shivered at his words, feeling both altogether too hot and too cold at the same time. Chewing on her lower lip, she grasped the one that was closer to her back and decided to be pragmatic about it. That one would be the hardest to take, so…it should go first.

His chuckle was low and rumbling as he lay there, looking like some arrogant ancient lord watching his harem dance for him. And in a way that was exactly what he was.

The pointed tip of his member was at least useful for easing him inside her. She cringed a bit at the stretch. It stung a little as the pressure built. She gasped as it slid inside, just the first inch or so. She had a lot more to go. “Fuck?—”

“That’s it. Take your time. I’m in no rush. My kind can stay paired like this for hours. Even days.” He grinned toothily, his tongue flicking out to scent the air. “I’ll spare you that, don’t worry.”

Small favors. She took the other one in her hand and guided it to her core. That one went in much easier, for obvious reasons. A shuddering moan exited her as she felt them both inside her. Just a little. Just enough.

Reminding herself to breathe, she took a slow breath in before letting it out, repeating the pattern a few times until she could relax her body enough to start to lower her weight against him, easing him deeper into her body.

His groan of pleasure spurred her on. His back arched as his own eyes slipped shut, clearly losing himself in the sensations coursing through him.

She had to put her hands on his chest to balance her weight as she kept easing herself slowly lower and lower. She had never felt so full—it was so different than taking both of him one way. That had been pushing her limits, but it wasn’t like this.

It was all so sinful. So wrong. So wonderful.

The moment stretched on for both a single heartbeat and an eternity until her body met his, and he was finally seated all the way inside her. She couldn’t speak. There were no words. He was beyond them as well, his hands resting on her hips as she rocked herself experimentally on him, feeling the pressure change as they moved inside of her.

Izael gripped her hips tightly, and lifted her a few inches before, without warning, slamming her back down onto him with such force it shot stars through her vision. The sudden impact was too much for her, and her pleasure peaked unexpectedly.

The cry that left her was both one of bliss and one that begged for mercy. It was clear Izael was in no mood to grant it. He kept up the tempo, not caring how her muscles clamped down around him in her release, as he set a violent and needy pace. She couldn’t do anything to help him anymore.

She collapsed against him, her head resting against his chest, but it didn’t deter him. He undulated his tail in a wave, causing one to withdraw before the other, filling her again in the same rhythmic, inhuman pattern.

This wasn’t the normal, hammer-like drive of a human. This was wild. This was feral. This was animalistic. And it had her crashing over the cliff of ecstasy again, and again, and again. Her head reeled and swam as he pumped himself into her in that rolling pattern.