Chapter Three
Peace
The cheerful sound of birds and the lustful sound of a groan wakes me the following morning. Darrio’s palm splays across my stomach as his hips roll restlessly against my ass. My bare thighs shift smoothly together.
The golden lighting has faded away, replaced by the natural, pale morning sunlight. It strikes through the room in watercolors of blue and white as if the sun has not fully risen.
Unlike the cock pressed low against me.
Ryder sleeps curled up once again. His wide back is to me as I peer around the room. I listen intently but only the birds seem to be awake and ready for the day.
Discreetly, I reach behind me and push my palm over the bulge in Darrio’s tight jeans. A shaking breath fans against my neck, making me meld into him even more.
His palm skims slowly down my abdomen. Beneath the blankets, in silence, we explore one another. Touching as if it’s the first time.
In a way it is.
Everything between Darrio and I has always been so rushed. Hurried and exhilarating, but not caring and caressing.
Not like it is right now.
His fingers push down my sex, dipping low before swirling back to my clit. My eyes clench closed as I try hard not to make a sound.
Once again, I’m having quiet and secretive sex with the asshole fae who stole my heart from the very start.
Soft lips press to the curve of my neck. He takes his time rolling his tongue along my throat before nipping lightly. The rough feel of his beard sends a frenzied feeling right through me.
From behind me, my fingers skim the trail of hair leading down the front of his jeans. The smooth head of his dick rubs over my palm before I wrap my fingers slowly around his length.
His heavy breath is silenced against my neck, rumbling through me with a humming sound of his pleasure.
I only manage to stroke my palm down his cock a few times before he speaks.
“Spread your legs for me.” It’s a rasping whisper, spoken as a command and I waste no time doing as I’m told.
The bed dips just slightly as he pushes his jeans down. I’m slick against his tip. The feel of it spirals a reckless energy through my core. Deliberate slowness guides his pace as he sinks in inch by inch. His teeth bite hard against my shoulder to quiet a low growl that shakes through his chest.
With long but leisure strokes, he rocks into me. I arch and shift and grind down the length of his dick until the feeling in my core feels like it’s going to combust.
As if time truly does not exist, we spend nearly an hour like that.
He rolls his finger down my folds before rubbing firmly against my clit and the slick feel of him has me coming hard. So hard I cry out just before he pushes his other hand across my mouth. He doesn’t cover my cries but instead, his fingers push roughly against my lips, sliding down my jaw. His fingers flex against my throat before tailing across my breast and holding me tightly against him. Harder he thrusts into me, filling me with every inch of him. Stiffly he jerks again once more.
Pulses shake through me from his release as well as my own.
His head settles against my shoulder, his warm breath fanning down my damp back.
For a few moments, we lie like that. Him still filling me completely while I relax against his chest. The sound of my heart is the only thing I hear for several minutes.
“You know, I really did want to have sex with you with them.” It’s a quiet confession that has me shifting until he’s slips from me.
The sheets tangle as I turn to face him.
A sated look is in his beautiful eyes.
I consider his words. His awkward phrasing. He wanted tohave sex with me with them. Not with us.
A smile pulls at my lips.
