He ground against her harder before reaching up her dress.
“Holy fu—” She clutched him.
“Hmm, you’re so wet for me,dewdrop,” he murmured against her lips, sliding two fingers in. “Touch me.”
She pulled one arm from around his neck and reached between them, finding his length through the fabric and rubbing.
“That’s right,” he growled, his thumb touching down and sending her reeling into pleasure. “Pull out my cock and show everyone what you do to me. Prove how much I lust for you.”
She angled herself so she could get at his pants. His buttons fell away, and she reached inside, not finding underwear. He’d had the same thought as her. She freed him and, with the other hand, pushed his shirt higher to expose him.
“Good.” He worked her harder. “Stroke me slowly. I want you to come before you drop to your knees and suck my cock.”
Desire tightened her at his words. At their display.
She did as he said while he worked faster. His thumb circled, and his fingers plunged. His kiss was passionate and deep.
She rocked against his fingers. Her body wound tighter.
“Come for me,dove,” he commanded her, and she peaked, curling her toes. Her eyes fluttered shut as she groaned. Stroking him was forgotten while she reveled in bliss.
Her movements were slinky in the aftermath, and she didn’t need his next command. She opened her eyes and captured his gaze while she dropped down. He took over holding his shirt as she took him in hand again. She stroked once, twice, while giving him a seductive smile. Everyone saw his state of arousal. They all stood by, transfixed.
She’d never done something like this in front of an audience, but somehow, it heightened her pleasure. She liked knowing so many watchers were rapt, seeing what she could do to Tarian. Seeing how eagerly he responded to her when he wouldn’t respond to any of them. It made her feel exposed, but sexier. Taboo but powerful.
Thoughts of love once again whispered across her mind as she licked the tip sensuously, a bit dramatically, then sucked him in deep. Deep as she could and then a little more for good measure. Her eyes started to water, and she let them. Let the makeup run. She backed off and sucked in again, working her hand in tandem. He reached down and grabbed her hair as she bobbed on his length, looking up at him the whole time.
His eyes were on fire as he watched her. As everyone watched her. His body started to tense. His breathing became ragged.
It’s really too bad you can’t come all over my face,she thought, and he shuddered in climax, throwing his head back and groaning for all to hear.
She finished up as he jerked, sensitive now. When he was done, she rose gracefully and tucked him back in.
He looked down at her, wobbly-kneed and with a grin. “Perfection,” he cooed before straightening his clothes and tucking her under his arm.That is what I was talking about in the fringe.He tilted her chin up with his fingers before running his lips across hers.The rush. It was as perfect as I’d imagined, and in the perfect place. The princess has been watching us. Shall we go meet her?
Daisy barely stopped herself from looking around.
Sure,she replied.By the way, do you need some magic?She smiled ruefully as a body hit the floor up the way.I happen to have some from that vengeance I claimed on your behalf a moment ago. You’re welcome.
Fantastic. I’ll use it to vanish the royal black from around my irises when I meet the princess. She’ll be thrilled.
He took her hand amid cries of worry and outrage, gasps and startled looks. A bodyguard knelt beside the noble female, and the servants had scattered to the wall. The other nobles in the area pushed well away, bumping into each other.
Questions flew within the murmuring crowd.
“Who killed her?”
“How’d she die?”
“Was it an alliance gone wrong?”
“Did she wrong someone?”
“Tarianthiel,” someone whispered, near Daisy’s ear. “Tarianthiel…naughty, naughty. I know it was you.”
A female waited in the center of the open doors leading into the Court Hall. Black lines so thick they looked like pasted-on hair covered half of her face, drifting down over an eye and ending at the top of her jaw. It almost matched Daisy’s hairstyle, except her hazel eye peeked through with a reddish hue taking over the white. Another smear of black crawled in from her hairline on the other side, over her cheekbone and almost to her mouth. The gray of her skin nearly looked like paint. Every otherinch of her was covered in a billowing black dress with a shining black design woven through, easily lost amid the staggering number of jewels.
Daisy couldn’t decide if she was putting her enormous wealth on display or using it as a cover-up for what she knew was a problem. Even though Tarian said they didn’t see the effects of the twisted magic, the fae most affected were the ones with the most cover. That couldn’t be a coincidence.
