Page 36 of The Fae Lord
Garratt rubs his throat as he steps back a few paces. “Elodie is right,” he says. “If the fae had ever bothered to pay attention to us, they’d know that we are more powerful than they think. Because our power lies in knowledge.”
“Stop talking in riddles, elf. What is your point?” I flex my fingers as the shadows begin to twitch in my peripheral vision.
“My point, Lord Eldrion, is just that if you need help interpreting these visions... I know somewhere you can go. And I can tell you how to get there.” Garratt’s lips stretch into a smirk. “For a fair price, of course.”
SIXTEEN
Alana
“Finn...” I catch his elbow as he stalks away into the cover of the trees. It’s approaching nightfall. He was gone all day and didn’t tell us where he went that prompted such a decisive change in his demeanour.
“Finn...” I repeat myself, fluttering in front of him to block his path.
He glowers at me. His body is taut with adrenaline. Like a tiger that needs to kill a deer in order to expel the bloodlust from its body.
It was the vision. Of course, it was.
While it embedded sadness deep into my bones, and the bones of the others, for some it left simply rage.
Molten rage.
As if he can’t control it any longer, Finn turns and slams his fist into a nearby tree. He is panting, his wings fluttering, the bells chiming.
I put my hand on his shoulder, then his wing. I trace the tips, gently, softly.
His breathing slows.
“How did you do it?” I ask, leaning forward to kiss the soft underside of his wing tip.
Finn sighs and puts his palms flat on the tree trunk. His knuckles are red and sore. He presses his forehead to the trunk as I continue to kiss him, because it is the only thing I can think of to bring him back down to himself.
“The vision.” I wrap my arms around his waist and slide one hand just beneath his waistband. “How did you do it, Finn?”
“The elves gave me the spell.” He is muttering, lost in the feel of my touch and my kiss.
“Elves?” I frown, caught between questioning him further and paying attention to the warmth building between my thighs.
Finn mumbles an agreement. “They are going to help us. They hate Eldrion as much as we do.” He looks at me over his shoulder, then. “You do hate him, don’t you, Alana? I know he infected your mind, but you see what he is?”
I swallow hard. A rush of arousal beats a hard pulse in my core at the mention of the fae lord’s name. And I hate myself for it more than I hate him.
“I always hated him. I always knew what he was. You have to believe me, Finn –”
Finn turns around, grabs me, and switches positions, so that I’m pressed up against the tree. “I believe you,” he breathes, planting delicate kisses on my throat, then allowing his teeth to gently graze my skin. “I believe you will do whatever it takes to help us.”
I sigh into his touch and spread my legs as his hand finds my wetness. He touches me for only a second before pushing my underwear aside, pulling down his pants, and driving his cock into me.
My eyes widen as he slams my hands up above my head.
He keeps my gaze, arousal swimming in his eyes.
Holding onto me, as I wrap my legs around him, he fucks me hard and fast. The energy flowing from his body to mine drives me wild. He cups my face with his hand, kisses me hard, and fucks me so hard my back and wings scrape against the tree trunk, leaving claw marks of bark that will still be sore tomorrow.
When he hooks his fingers into my mouth and tells me to suck them, I moan onto his hand. He tilts his pelvis, and finds the spot that drives me wild.
I have wrapped my arms around him, and my legs, and I’m crying out as pleasure threatens to swallow me whole, when my vision blurs.
“Good girl, come for me while he fucks you.”