As Malice drops Aerin unceremoniously onto the bed, she laughs again—equal parts delight and arousal. Malice gives her a well-earned smile in response; gone is the growling, demanding, male from last night. The one who had to be in control of every moment. Aerin sees him now, sees this version of him, equally enticing, but freer.
“Hurry up and fuck me, Malice,” Aerin demands, a lightheartedness to her voice.
“You are always so bossy, Princess,” Malice tsks, gripping her pants and pulling them down in one swift motion. Aerin helps him get her panties free of her feet. “If I can recall,” Malice murmurs between kisses to her ankle, calf, and knee. “You become much less coherent once I start paying some attentionto this.” When his sentence ends his mouth is on her core. Aerin gasps and keens as his hot mouth explores her without reservation. Aerin’s hands, one in his hair and the other on the sheets, tighten as he expertly alternates between fucking her with his tongue and flicking that same tongue over her clit. Aerin doesn’t hold back any sounds of her pleasure, letting moans and whimpers fall from her lips.
“Just as I thought,” Malice murmurs into her thigh, giving it a nice bite that makes Aerin jump. She grins before his fingers join his mouth. As two fingers slide inside of her, Aerin gasps, winding higher. He pumps them in and out skillfully. After a few strokes Malice hits the spot that makes Aerin see stars and she all but chokes.
“Right there, hmm?”
Aerin feels his smug grin against her inner thigh but can’t form words to sass him.
“Let’s see what this does to you.” He keeps his fingers at the same angle, pumping them in and out of her as he lowers his mouth to her once again. His tongue flicks over her clit in a pattern that drives Aerin wild. The tension in her body heightens, the coil tightening, liquid heat pooling in her abdomen.
“There. Yes. Fuck. Malice.” Each word punches out of Aerin just before she tumbles over the edge and loses all control of her body. Everything releases in a wave of euphoria that seems to go on and on. Malice coaxes her through her orgasm before pulling away, an incredibly self-satisfied smile on his face.
“Don’t look at me like that,” Aerin teases, covering her eyes with a forearm as she catches her breath.
“Like what?” Malice asks knowingly as he sheds his own pants.
“Like you’re the cat who caught the canary,” Aerin says back, lowering her arm to look at him.
Aerin’s seen him before, but never fully naked, never like this. Malice is like a wildfire, so brutally beautiful.
“Not a Cat,” he growls, grabbing her ankle and yanking her to the end of the bed where he stands. Aerin spreads her legs around his hips as he lines his thick cock up with her. She wants nothing more than for him to sink inside of her. Malice looks down at her flushed body with a level of admiration Aerin has never seen on him before.
“You are mine, Aerin Tolvare.”
Aerin’s reply is lost when he thrusts forward. She has no thoughts remaining beyond how incredibly good he feels. Malice doesn’t hesitate, immediately thrusting his cock in and out of her. He fills her impossibly well, like a key to a lock. There is no place inside of her that she doesn’t feel him.
Her lips are captured in a kiss, his tongue inside of her mouth, his cock inside of her pussy, and his hands: one tight on her hip, the other carefully caressing her cheek.
Malice breaks the kiss, pulling back to move at a punishing pace. His wings flare out around them, casting Aerin under warm light, filtered through the membranes of the most gorgeous things she’s ever seen.
“You feel so fucking perfect. I knew you would. Perfect for me,” Malice groans into her neck. He alternates between kissing her and losing himself in the feeling. Each grunt he makes takes Aerin higher. Each stroke of his cock against her walls, each jolt as his hips meet hers. Aerin’s orgasm builds, winding up and up again. When Malice shifts his hips, changing the angle so he’s thrusting up into her Aerin can’t hold herself back. Each thrust like a second ticking down on a timer barreling her towards orgasm.
“Mal, Mal, Mal,” Aerin chants.
It’s the only warning he gets before she shatters around him, nails digging into his shoulders for dear life, driven higher andhigher by his lack of faltering. Just when Aerin is about to beg him to stop, he too is coming apart with a roar.
Malice pulls himself from her, spattering her torso with his cum as he trembles above her. Watching Malice cum immediately becomes a cherished memory. And maybe so does the look he gives her when he comes back to himself. An expression that looks a whole lot like love.
47
AERIN
By the time Aerin and Malice make it back to the Royal Village, the sun is setting. When they enter their suite, Emrys is sleeping near the fire in his Wolf form with shopping bags littered across the shared space.
As Vyx slips past Aerin on her way to the door she leans into her ear. “We have plans tomorrow afternoon,” she tells her. Aerin nods before the Viper slips out of the suite.
“Your outfit for dinner tonight is on your bed!” Quinn calls from the bathroom.
Aerin peaks in to see a burgundy dress and matching heels laid out. She continues to her Wolf, who lifts his head for her. Aerin kisses him briefly on the forehead. Malice collapses into a chair near the hearth where Emrys lies.
Without a knock, the door to their space is pushed open and Khortland steps inside, swinging it shut behind him.
“Where the hell have you been all day?” her Paramyr demands.
Malice glares at Khortland for the intrusion, and Emrys lets out a low growl. Khortland ignores them both, instead crossing the room to drop unceremoniously down in the chair acrossfrom Malice. Aerin drops from her crouch to a seated position on the floor next to Emrys, stroking the fur between his shoulder blades as he settles again.
