Tristan grunts in response, and for a moment, I think he has shot his load. He hasn’t, but I’m pretty sure he is close. Just from me humping myself on him while making depraved sounds. Yay for me! Ollie the sex kitten. Who’d have thought it.
His fingers don’t move. Damn it. They are an offering. If I want them, I’m going to have to impale myself on them. What a teasing bastard.
With a moan, I wriggle around until I have his fingers exactly where I want them to be. Then I thrust myself downwards on to them. It is not graceful, but it works.
I break our kiss to suck in a shuddering gasp of oxygen. Then my body takes over. I lift myself up and down. Fucking myself on his fingers and rubbing our cocks together. I gasp, pant and sweat. My movements are jerky, desperate, frantic.
Tristan is standing here. Motionless and stoic. Calm and assured while I’m a frenzied mess.
“Take what you need, Nisny,” he rumbles and I can hear the strain in his voice. He is holding back his orgasm. Not so tranquil after all. The knowledge of that is making me feel incredibly smug.
“You are magnificent,” he whispers, as if he truly is in awe of me.
A strange sob comes out of me. Compliments? At a time like this? It really is too much. They are impossible to deal with at the best of times. Yet alone now, when I feel so very raw.
Tristan shudders. A full body tremor. But I know he is not going to drop me, I have every faith in that. He willstand here for as long as it takes. Forever if need be, and allow me to climb him like a tree for however long I need.
“Cum for me, Nisny,” he growls.
He wants me to go first? He is holding back until I do? What a gentleman. Chivalry is not dead after all.
“Cum for me,” he says again.
Well, since he asked so nicely.
I throw my head back and yell in glee as my orgasm is set free. Ecstasy, euphoria, exhilaration. It is all burning and swirling and eddying through me. I can feel my magic soaring. I can feel my cock spurting next to Tristan’s. His is gushing too. Our cum is mingling and mixing. Combining and smearing all over us.
It is wonderful.
My head drops forward to rest on Tristan’s shoulder. My arms are still around his neck, and my legs around his waist, but I’ve gone as weak as a wet noodle. His hands are back on my ass and they are the only thing holding me up.
I’m panting all over him, but he doesn’t seem to mind.
“Are you ready for my cock, Nisny?”
Oh lord. A whimper is the only response I can muster.
He chuckles and steps towards the bed. “Don’t worry, Little Nisny. I’m going to lay you on the furs and I’ll be doing all the hard work this time.”
“Hmngh,” I manage to say.
“You can even have a little nap, if you like. I’ll be slow and gentle while you rest. Then, when you wake up my cock will be deep inside you, ready to fuck you hard.”
Oh god. Who goes around saying stuff like this? It is outrageous. And deeply wonderful.
The world tilts as I’m lain down on the soft furs. Opening my eyes seems too hard a task. Despite that, I’mnot going to be able to sleep while he stuffs me with his monster cock, no matter how gentle he is. But flopping here like a proper pillow princess does sound very, very enticing.
I could get used to this. And I think I’m finally one hundred per cent fine with admitting it. This is the life I want. Tristan is the man I want to be with.
It is something worth fighting for.
Chapter thirty-one
Well, this is a bit intimidating. Tristan and three of his brothers sitting around the table in our main room. Four fey princes, and little old me.
Rhydian is by far the scariest. But Dyfri is a close second, especially now I know what he is capable of. Mabon should seem harmless, but he does not. I can totally picture him sneezing and accidentally exploding someone with magic, and his only reaction being to say ‘Whoopsie.’
Blake is not here, and neither is Jamie. Their absence is conspicuous. It leaves me as the only human. Except, oh crap, I’m not entirely human, am I? There is fey blood in my veins.
