Page 41 of A Fate of Wings

“Perhaps the Beast can take you to a bedchamber?”

“Right.” The Beast stood with me in his arms.

I wrapped my legs around his waist as he carried me out of the dining hall. Not caring one bit who saw me, I gripped his hornsin the way I knew he liked. He rammed my back against the hallway wall and slanted his mouth over mine again.

“Yes,” I cried as his mouth progressed down my neck.

“Let go of my horns, little queen,” he rumbled against my neck. “Otherwise, we’ll give everyone at the party a show.”

His words brought some semblance of sanity to my heightened arousal. I peeled my fingers from his horns. He spun and strode down the hallway again. I tugged at his shirt.

“Bed?”

“Upstairs,” he grunted.

“I can’t wait that long.”

He groaned and picked up his pace, his long, muscular legs eating up the ground. A second later, he threw open a door and slammed it shut with my back against the timber. A second after that, he’d gathered the length of my dress to my waist and fingered my dripping wet arousal. He suckled the skin on my neck into his mouth. Teeth nibbling on the tender flesh and shooting desire through my entire body.

“Not enough, Beast.”

“My demanding little queen.” He spun around and marched us over to a desk.

For a split second as he laid me down on the hard timber, I registered we were in a chancellery, but then his hands wrenched my panties from my legs and tossed them to the floor. He sank to his haunches and licked my slit from opening to clit. I clutched his horns and rammed myself into his mouth. He was relentless with his tongue on my sensitive flesh as he drove me over the precipice into a quivering mess of an orgasm.

I floated in the stratosphere of pleasure, but I needed more. I clamped my fingers into the base of his horns. He stood in a rush of rippling muscles as he wrenched his pants down, freeing the erect length of his hard cock. His large hands spread my thighs. His dark gaze drilled into me as he fed his hard cock into myslick welcoming embrace. The Beast pounded into me as though he was a demon possessed. Although I was the one who’d drank the tonic, if I didn’t know properly, I’d say it was the other way around.

The desk rattled as he thrust into me again and again, driving me up into the peak of pleasure with his hard rutting.

“More,” I pleaded.

He pinched my nipples through my dress. The pain and pleasure shot straight to my core. I clamped around his long length as I came again, screaming my release before he slammed his hand over my mouth to silence me.

His eyes darkened, then he pulled out, flipped me over, and filled me from behind. He pressed my neck into the desk, found my over-sensitive clit with his fingers, and toyed with me until I begged him to let me come. He stroked the bundle of nerves until every muscle in my body quivered in anticipation of the building release.

Tears leaked from the corners of my eyes. He leaned down and licked them from my face.

“Come for me, little queen.”

I came in a blinding bright light, taking him with me over the precipice. He moaned as he filled me to the brim with his recent release. Every part of my body eased into a happy bliss.

“That was…” I sighed.

“You’re not finished, not by a long shot.” He smoothed the hair back from my face. “I told you not to take the tonic.”

My muscles clamped in need again. How was I still writhing with desire after the intense orgasms he’d already given me? The Beast hardened inside me. I sighed in happiness. At least he’d take care of me.

My Beast. My lover and soon-to-be siren mate.

Chapter twenty

Rozronuuk

The Winter Court

By the time thetonic wore off, Thea was exhausted and covered in love bites around her neck. At some stage, I had sated her enough for me to get her dress off and now she tugged the straps back into place, as sexy as ever, even in her day-old dress.

“I’m sure your handmaiden is waiting outside with your clean clothes.”