Thade moans, his eyes rolling back in his head before he reaches down to catch my wrist gently.“I would pleasure you first, my pretty bird,” he says, tucking an errant strand of hair behind my ear.
I don’t know what possesses me.Perhaps it’s Fate, or the fae liquor, or the thrill of my first time being with a man, but I shake my head, teeth sunk into my lip as I glance up into his stunning lilac eyes.“No,” I say.“I want to pleaseyou.”
I’ve never defied a man in my life, it’s against the way I was raised—my very nature—but I glow at the thought of taking control, of giving my mate pleasure.So, I do.I do what feels natural, what seems sensual and provocative to me.Going down on my knees, the plush rug protecting me from the icy floor, I grasp at Thade’s cock, one hand wrapped just beneath his head, the other, farther down near the base of his shaft.Then, with all the courage and fire I have in me, I lean forward and swirl my tongue around his cool flesh, tasting him for the first time.
Chapter Six
Thade
Pleasure thrums through me, racing up the shaft of my cock like lightning, sizzling everything in its wake.A moan slips unbidden from my lips, and I gaze down upon my honey eyed beauty with a soul deep admiration.My mortal prize is truly more splendid than anyone I’ve ever beheld.Though I know other mortal women who’ve joined the ranks of the fae—including the queen, herself, the General of the Wild Hunt’s Second in Command, and the queen’s sister-in-law—none hold a candle to my Wren in my eyes.“You look so beautiful, my pretty bird,” I say, my voice thick with lust.
Wren’s gaze meets mine, her mouth full of my cock, and I can see the corner creases that give away the hint of a smile as she continues her wickedly alluring and innocent exploration of my cock.“God, yes,” I curse, unable to help myself.It’s hard to believe my Fated mate has never done this before.She seems to have a natural gift for pleasure, and I am grateful beyond words.She lavishes me with a love and tenderness that borders on reverence.Her gentle, delicious ministrations feel salacious, yet pure, as if every swirl of her tongue and stroke of her hand is a natural work of art.
I feel my cock brush the back of her throat and shiver.I fear it might be too much, that my fragile mate might balk or stop, but she surprises me.Wren doubles down in her efforts, taking me deeper and deeper, fighting her own gag reflex to build a rhythm that has me curling me toes in the plush rug, and tangling my fingers in her locks.“Fuck,” I gasp.A part of me knows I shouldn’t, not the first time, but the ecstasy is too great.I lean into her effort, rocking my hips, until my cock is meeting her mouth thrust for thrust.
Her big, glorious eyes stare up at me as I pull on her hair, forcing her to meet my gaze.Tears of exertion leak down her cheeks, but my beauty is determined to see this through, and I can only admire her resilience.But I don’t want the first time I come to be wasted down her throat, hot and delicious as it might be.I want to be inside her warm, soft cunt.I want to feel her envelop me like fire to my ice, and I want my seed to take root deep inside of her.I want a child—a family, though I never realized it until this moment.
“Pretty bird,” I croon, gently pulling her back by the crown of her hair.“Enough.You have pleasured me greatly, but I yearn to be inside you.”I trace the sweet curve of her cheek, before brushing my thumb over her lower lip.
A flash of emotion flickers through her eyes, fear mixed with lust, but she does not falter in her resolve to be with me.“As you wish,” she whispers, her breath shuddering as she sits back on her plump ass, then lies back down on the soft rug.Her beautiful brown hair splays out like a halo around her, and her cheeks flush a lovely pink, giving her the appearance of a pale flower gazing expectantly up at me.“Am I pleasing to your eye, Thade?”she asks, her fingers nervously toying with the fibers of the rug as she awaits my answer.
My smile is quick, fluid, and easy.“You are my muse,” I say.“Your beauty is like no other.I will write sonnets and songs in your honor and recite them for the Royal Court and all across Faery.You please me with every breath that you take, every shy smile and glance you send my way.”I get down onto my knees and crawl over her, stalking like a lithe snow cat.I hover above her, my lilac gaze living for her gold honey, before I wrap her up in my arms, our naked forms melding, flesh to flesh, as I catch her lips in a softly passionate kiss.“And now,” I declare with a playful smirk, “it’s my turn to pleasure you.”I press my lips to her throat, to her collar bone, to her breasts, peppering her beautiful body with a trail of kisses that leads down to the nest of hair that awaits me beyond the pleasant, feminine swell of her belly.
“Wait,” she says, anxiety tainting her lovely voice.“I’ve never...”She swallows hard.“You don’t have to.”
“But I want to,” I drawl, inhaling her delicious musk.“Besides, my pretty bird, this is as much for me as it is you.This foreplay will ensure you are ready for me, that you’re nice and wet.”
My pretty Wren’s face blanches, her expression is one of puzzlement.“Why would you desire me to be wet?”she asks.
“It eases the pain,” I say, nipping at the milky skin of her inner thigh.“It makes our coupling far more pleasurable for both of us.”
Wren purses her lips and nods her understanding.“Very well.”
Pleased that she is comfortable, I spread her thighs wide, exposing her to my hungry gaze.“Everything about you issoperfect,” I whisper, before my tongue darts out to circle her clit.Wren flinches, her eyes wide as a breathless gasp escapes her.“Relax, my love,” I soothe.“You’re safe with me.”I tease her with my tongue, then suckle her clit, delighting in the beautiful, anguished moans that betray my pretty bird’s ecstasy.
“Oh, Thade,” she rasps, her knuckles clenching white as she grasps at the rug like an anchor in a storm.“I can’t...I don’t have the words.”
