I turned to the door on the right and opened it, revealing a stunning man waiting for me… naked. He sat at the edge of a large bed, wearing a white half-mask that covered his nose but left his mouth exposed.
My eyes immediately dropped to the thick length resting between his toned thighs. He smirked and spread his legs wider, letting me drink in the view and the glint of metal from the magic cross piercing that always made me see stars when it was inside of me.
I flipped the switch beside the door, seeming to do nothing, but this man knew what that meant. His sea-foam green eyes shifted to the long mirror on the wall, and he arched a brow in a silent but clear question:We have company?
My heels clicked against the hardwood floor as I stalked toward him, hips rolling with deliberately seductive rhythm.
“We’re going to put on a show,” I purred.
I stopped in front of him, tangled my fingers in his clean-cut, dirty blond hair, and tugged his head back. Leaning close, I cooed, “Is that okay with you?”
6
VAN
Is that okay with you?
She asked because she felt she had to, because consent was sacred to her, especially when she held all the power. It was one of the many ways she stood apart from other supes. It kept things distant, measured… fair.
“Of course.” I'd always say yes to her. Whatever she wanted, whatever made her feelsomethingfor me, the answer was yes. Always yes.
Some nights, I wished she wouldn’t ask. I wanted her to justtake. To stop drawing that line between us with careful words and clean boundaries. But I could never say that. If I did, she’d vanish. She always ran from anything too raw, too real.
?*Her gaze raked over me, sinful and hungry. I kept my body in peak form just to earn that look. It was one of the few ways I knew to hold her attention. Her eyes flicked back to the four rose gold jewels in my cock, and I almost laughed.
The piercing? That was for her, too. She’d seen someone on the main floor with one and casually wondered what it would feel like. I booked the appointment the next day.
My eyes flicked to the mirror that separated us from the viewing room. I knew someone was watching, someone she wanted to tease, and jealousy twisted inside me like a knife.
With a flick of my fingers, I summoned my earth magic. The wooden floor shifted and curved beneath her feet, rising and folding until it tipped her forward and right on top of me.
My hands roamed over her body, savoring every curve, every inch wrapped in one of my favorite dresses, the kind that left most to the imagination yet promised everything. The fabric clung to her, elegant and dark, while sheer panels along her sides teased with flashes of skin, sending my thoughts spiraling into wicked places.
I grabbed her thighs, pushing the dress up, and she parted for me without hesitation. Her soft giggle tickled my ear, sending my heart into overdrive. That sound—so light, so real—meant more than any striptease. It reminded me that no matter who might be watching, she was still mine. My Aniyah.
Her fingers slid up my chest with a devious smile, laced with that intoxicating poison-sweetness I could never resist. Her hand found my throat as she pushed me back onto the bed, grinding against me with slow, maddening control.
“Oh, V… Did I keep you waiting?” she whispered, her voice a purr wrapped in silk. “Was I too slow coming for you?”
I shook my head, biting back the truth.I’d wait for you forever. But I didn’t dare say it.
Her smile vanished. Her grip tightened. “Use your words. You know the rules in here.”
“No,” I gasped as her hand squeezed harder, my vision blurring around the edges. “Just… enough time… to take off… my clothes.”
She loosened her grip, that dazzling smile returning like sunlight breaking through a storm. In a rush, clarity returned, every sense suddenly sharpened.
The press of her thighs against mine. The scent of her shampoo, sweet and wild. The way strands of her ashy white hair brushed my face, soft and silken. It was all just too much and not enough at the same time.
“I want to taste you,” I begged, voice ragged with need. “I want your hips on my face—want that sweet cunt to be the only thing I breathe.”
Her wings unfurled, delicate and sheer, catching the light as they fluttered open. The air shifted with her magic, lifting her hair like a crown, casting her in the glow of something divine.
In moments like this, I understood why mortals fell for fae. Why they gave up their life essence just to dance with them in moonlit groves, to feel chosen by something so unearthly. So irresistible.
It wasn’t just lust… It was worship.
But I shouldn't feel that way. She had made that clear from the start.
