Page 9 of The Fae Lord

“Tell me what you want, Alana.” He kneels, towering over me. “Tell me how you want me to fuck you.”

I wriggle into the blankets and part my legs for him. “I want you to fuck me so hard I can barely breathe. Like he did. Fuck me like you own me.”

Finn’s grin widens. A look of pure hunger glistens in his eyes. He crawls on top of me. His body presses against mine. His lips devour me. He bites my throat, my nipples, my lower lip. He explores every inch of my skin.

“Are you ready to forget about him now, Alana?” he asks, staring down at me.

I search for him with my hips, desperate for him to fill me up.

He positions himself at my entrance, his cock throbbing as it presses against me. I feel his warmth. The anticipation building as I open my legs wider for him.

Eyes darkening, Finn hooks one of my legs over his shoulder, then the other, and then he plunges into me. He holds me steady and thrusts harder. I slip my hand between us and make furious circles around my clit.

Our bodies slap together, our moans fill the air

My orgasm starts to build.

I cry out, not caring if anyone hears us.

Finn releases my legs, grabs my arms and slams them down above my head, holding them tightly as he pummels into me.

Pleasure builds like a tornado inside me. A primitive scream escapes my lips as pleasure becomes pain and then pleasure again.

Finn meets my eyes, then holds my chin steady. “Come for me, Alana. Come on my cock.”

I jerk onto him, then wrap my arms around his neck and cling on tightly as I descend into exquisite oblivion.

He does not come inside me. Instead, he gives me his cock and makes me drink down every last drop of his cum. I drink hungrily, taking him deep to the back of my throat.

When I swallow, panting, he kisses my forehead.

“Fuck,” he says, flopping down beside me. “I never knew the idea of you with someone else would make me so...”

I giggle, tucking myself into his arms. For the first time in weeks, I feel free. There is no sneaking guilt burrowing into my chest. “Feral?” I ask, my pussy still throbbing with the memory of how he pounded it.

He nods, sighing, rubbing his chest with his palm.

I look up, meeting his eyes. “You really aren’t cross?”

He shakes his head. “Shadowkind are a little more free than you Leafborne,” he chuckles. “We don’t necessarily believe in one mate for everyone.”

I frown at him. This surprises me.

“Eldrion? I mean, I could have picked someone a little less... evil... for you to fuck. But it still works.” He looks down at his cock. It’s growing hard again. He quirks his eyebrows at me. “Want me to show you again how much I don’t mind?”

He settles between my legs, this time running his tongue over the remains of my wetness.

I sigh and sink back into the pillows. “Yes. Please. Show me.”

FOUR

Eldrion

Ican still smell the elf’s blood on my hands as I stride back to the castle. I choose to walk. I want to taste the air and hear the whispers.

It is late. Dark. Everything is closed up tight. There is no curfew in place, but the Sunborne, and the Shadowkind who live in servitude to them, have taken it upon themselves to go into hiding at night. As if they can feel something coming.

Sunborne are powerful. We are the most powerful.