Page 52 of The Fae Lord

I think of Eldrion, and the way he filled me.

I think of killing Eldrion and ending the way he torments me, the way he torments everyone. I think of being the one to take his power from him.

And then I think of Finn... but when I think of Finn, it is not him fucking me that drives me wild. It is the night I fucked him. The night I made him completely mine.

Resting up on my elbows, I open my palm and summon droplets of water from the falls. I stare at them as they swirl and harden, and then smile as the icicle settles in my hand.

I curl my fingers around it. It is cold, but not the kind of cold that will hurt. It is a cold laced with magic.

Lying back down, I put the tip of the icicle in my mouth and swirl my tongue over it. Saliva pools in my mouth as I remember the moment I did this to Finn. The way his eyes widened when I pushed it past his tongue to the back of his throat.

A low moan escapes my lips.

I drag the moist shaft of ice down between my breasts, then use it to circle my clit. The hedonistic mixture of ice and warmth takes my breath away.

I use the tip to tease myself, then slowly draw it down further.

Then, instead of sliding it inside, I get on my knees. I press the icicle to the rock, and blue light circles its base, moulding it to the rock’s slippery surface.

Flicking my hair back over my shoulders, I lower myself onto the shaft and my eyes roll back as it hits the exact spot I was looking for.

I let my wings free. They are heavy, and damp, so I flick them quickly to free them of moisture. It lands on my skin like drops of tantalizingly cool static.

Now, they are lighter. I beat them slowly, allowing the breeze to caress my damp skin.

I tilt my hips, grinding into the angle that is making me moan. Then match the rhythm of my thrusts with fast, stroking movements over my clit.

My cheeks are flushed, my spine arched. Pleasure coils inside me, weaving its way beneath the surface of my skin so my whole body feels like it’s about to explode.

The pleasure is so much, it has almost become pain.

My wings tremble.

My hands shake.

I close my eyes. And then I see his face. Watching me. As if he is right there inside my mind. “Come for me, Alana. Show me what a good little fae you are.”

Eldrion.

I shout his name. It feels like sin on my lips. But I shout it again.

Again.

And again.

“I’m going to end you,” I promise him. “I’m going to be the one to end you.”

I whisper this promise again and again until there is nothing left inside me and my body collapses forward.

The ice melts.

I drop onto all fours, then slide into the water, allowing it to soothe the trembling in my muscles. I cling on to the rock, body floating in the water, barely able to breathe.

And I swear, on the breeze, I hear him saying, “Good girl.”

TWENTY-THREE

Eldrion