He did so immediately, tensing, his fingers going faster. She strove, tightened?—
“Come for me,” he said, and she had no choice. She shuddered with him deep in her throat, groaning around his cock. “That’s right.” He pulled her off him by her hair. Drool dripped from her lips. “Now, you will fuck me.”
As though by magic, she felt drawn to obey. To crawl up and over his lap, leaving ample time for the court to glimpse his continued hardness. If they’d missed it in the hall, this was another opportunity.
He helped her guide a knee over his hip before collecting her dress and bunching it at her waist. Everyone in view, and a lot of them had stopped to gawk in obvious surprise, would be able to see him enter her. He was leaving nothing to the imagination. No fuel for the naysayers. They couldn’t excite him, but this weak little human slave could hold him in rapture. He would be magically compelled to kill everyone who touched her.
She clasped his face with her hands and found his lips, prideful of the effect she had on this magnificent and beautiful fae. His breath was uneven with desire. He lowered her, lining himself up and then pausing. Slowly, purposefully, he pulled her down the rest of the way.
She groaned from how good it felt, wrapping her arms around his neck and leaning harder against him. His heat radiated around her, and she began to move, rolling her hips and feeling all the delicious friction.
“That’s right,dewdrop,” he cooed, the fae term of endearment that made her heart catch. It was so much more beautiful than “baby.” So unique to him, to fae.
He kept one hand on her waist, holding up her dress, but the other tangled in her hair. His lips devoured hers. His body inside of hers consumed her, washing away the strangeness of doing this for spectators. Of being intimate in a fae court.
She moved faster against him, unraveling, losing herself to him. The princess could have been standing right behind her and Daisy wouldn’t have known. She dropped her hand between them, working herself as she gyrated.
“You’re the only thing that makes this court bearable,” he murmured against her lips. “The only beauty this court has to offer.”
She clutched his shoulder. Her body tightened. His tensed, and they shuddered with the rush of climaxing together. He dropped her dress and wrapped his arms around her, crushing her into him and hugging her tightly. She held him as well, breathing heavily, the tingle of her high spreading through her.
I apologize,he said.
For what?—
He abruptly nudged her off him. She rolled away, a mess of wetness from her assertions. He put his arm against the back of the couch for her to lean into.
I’ll make it up to you,he said.
It better be in addition to that present you promised me.
She felt his elation—apparently he thought that was a joke.
She sighed, picking at a gold chain on his jacket.
Now what?she asked.
Now…we wait for the fallout.
It didn’t take long to come.
24
Daisy
The moment Daisydropped her feet from the couch, the shadows were there. The voices resumed, and the darkness swirled. A new feeling emerged, though—a strange, oily, acidic feeling that curdled her stomach.
“I find these things so dull,” Tarian said, his pants still open and his erection finally starting to fall. He was showing himself off to the masses. When he proved a point, he really went for it. “The music is always the same. The dancers never mix it up. The food is hardly varied. It is like watching the same TV show in the human world over, and over, and over again.”
“Was the other court like this one?” she asked as the shadows at her feet slithered across her skin and bit down with sharp teeth. She jerked and then focused harder on ignoring them. “The one you came from?”
He twirled a lock of her hair absently. Pleasant shivers coated her body from his magic. His eyes never stopped moving, similar to hers.
“I didn’t used to think so, but then I took part in it. I danced. I sang?—”
“You sing?”
He glanced down at her. “Of course. All fae sing. Some just do it better than others.”
