Gorgeous. So fucking gorgeous.
One hand goes to her clit, pressing, stroking with demand. “Come.” My order is guttural—it’s all I can manage to say. I’m being taken over more and more. Driven by pure lust.
Her pussy squeezes me, her ribbons flailing. A cry of pleasure splits the air. She makes my body come with her,again, gushing even more of my seed into her body.
By the time I’m done with her, she’s going to be so full of my cum, she’ll be soaked for days.
The thought makes my balls fill right back up.
Auren flips over and this time, I growl when my cock leaves the confines of her perfect pussy. I reach for her, but with a lightning-fast deftness, she leaps away, landing on her feet next to the bed. When I move to stalk toward her, she bares her teeth at me with a snarl, halting me in place.
I stop and tilt my head.
She starts to look around with jerky movements, while making sure she keeps me in her sights. Our shared moisture drips down her thighs, and the sight makes my cock jump. Unbidden, I start to move toward her, mouth watering, wanting to lick her pretty dripping pussy. But she stops me again with another growl.
I halt, muscles tense, my fae nature wanting to bend her over and mount her, to make her scream with more pleasure.
“What’s wrong, baby?” I manage to scrape out.
“Not…right.” Her words are clumpy and breathless, like her tongue is too laden with lust to even speak.
I look at her with question, not understanding.
“Not right!” she repeats, more agitated this time. “Scents…not yours. Not mine.”
Blinking, I tip my chin and breathe in, picking up what I’d ignored before—all the scents of other fae who have been in this room. Her sense of smell must be more attuned, more sensitive at the moment.
But now that she’s pointed it out, I can’t get it out of my nose, and it starts aggravating me too. I don’t want our space to have any other scents besides hers and mine.
Auren looks around the bedroom with narrowed eyes, and then her gold starts to gather at her palms. I watch as she walks around, gilding everything in sight. Covering the stone floor. Letting gold soak up the walls. Reaching to the rafters and covering the shutters. Every thread on the bed and blankets and pillows, it all saturates through with gleaming gold.
Her movements are fast with an edge of franticness. But even still, her precision is astounding as she goes methodically through the room, leaving no item or inch untouched.
Only once the entire room is gilded does she let out a relieved breath. The tension in her body relaxes somewhat. Because now, the room smells like her. Like me. Like her molten magic.
I look around the space in appreciation. The sight of her gold and the thin veins of my rot marbled through it makes satisfaction purr through me. I like seeing the proof of how intertwined we are. And with the way she keeps glancing down at the gold scale upon my chest makes me wonder if she thinks the same.
“All of this for us,” I say with appreciation, my voice gravelly. “Finished?”
I step forward, testing her reaction. This time, she doesn’t growl or bare her teeth. She just waits.
I take that as a good sign.
When I come forward another step, the corner of her mouth twitches with mirth. Yet when I nearly reach her, she leaps on top of the bed away from me at the last second.
I turn to face her. “Naughty thing,” I grind out with a tsk.
Her nipples pebble with an excited shudder.
“There’s no escape,” I promise her, my heated gaze dragging down her glistening body. “I’m going to dofilthythings to you.”
A whine crawls up her throat. “Tell me.”
Her urging me on only drives me fucking wild. It plays with the fire of our lusts, driving up our burning need. I move closer to the bed, barely keeping myself from pouncing.
“Going to fuck your pussy so many times you’ll be aching and wet with unending slick. Going to lick you. Mount you. Take you against a wall. Make you sit on my face until you see stars. I’ll take you from behind. In my arms. Bent over, arced back. Screaming. Soundless. I’m going to take you so many times that you’ll fall asleep, but I’ll still be buried inside of you.”
Auren is the one to pounce. Ribbons lashing out, they grip my arms, and I find myself suddenly yanked forward and flipped onto the bed. The spikes on my back punch through the feather mattress, but I barely notice because she’s sitting on my face. Her delicious pussy given right to me like an offering, her sexy ass right there for me to bite.
