I stared in a daze. “Anything else I need to know?”
He snorted softly and dipped his head, using his nose to brush my hair off of my forehead. “Never turn your back on me when I’m violent. I will pounce and attack.”
I whimpered softly. He was the most violent individual I knew. I blubbered, “I think I need a book, too. On tigers.”
“I have one in my study. I’ll give it to you.” He lowered his head further and stuffed his face against the side of my neck, inhaling deeply. King Athon nipped at my flesh gently. “Also, never give me cookies instead of lemon cake.”
My brows furrowed deeply, and then a laugh burst past my lips. He was teasing this time. Had he ever teased me before? I certainly did not think so.
The King of Shifters nibbled on my neck again, a smile curving his warm lips against my flesh. “Better now, Princess?”
“Yes, I believe so.” I kept snickering.
King Athon tilted his head farther up, the tip of his nose once again brushing my hair aside, pushing it back even more now. His heated breath fanned over the point of my ear, his hot mouth lingering there with each exhale, a rascal drawing out the moment.
I sucked in a harsh breath. My hands clenched into fists next to my head, and my back instantly arched up against his body, a shudder of anticipation and tickling pleasure pouring down from my head to my shoulders.
The King of Shifters paused at my response.
I held my breath, praying to the Fae he didn’t stop.
King Athon tipped his forehead down to rest it on the side of my head. His large hands slid against the comforter to uncurl my fists. He tangled his fingers with my smaller ones and held my hands as he pressed his lips against the pointed tip of my ear, running his warm tongue along the edge.
The oxygen in my lungs burst past my lips. I shouted in relief, my entire body igniting, pleasured waves drenching my head and showering down into each chasm of my mind. My fingers instantly gripped his tightly, and my body shook in an all-consuming shudder. I shoved my legs out from underneath his brutish body and wrapped them around his waist, opening myself up to him.
“Hmm,” the King of Shifters hummed quietly, his heated breath rushing over my ear, causing me to shiver. His forehead pressed against mine harder while he lifted his knees underneath him so that his disgusting cock pressed against my drenched pussy. The shifter king chuckled under his breath and rocked against my wet core, stating with malicious humor, “So this is foreplay for an elf.”
If I had to lay with a shifter, it had better be phenomenal.
I groused truthfully, “Keep doing it. Don’t stop.”
King Athon bit down on the point of my ear, nipping it and laving it with his tongue, chuckling the whole time.
I didn’t give a Fae damn that he thought it was amusing.
My eyes closed, and my head tipped back, my body on fire from the inside out. I ground my core hard against his cock, rubbing and rubbing, and deeply groaning my desire. I shuddered and tipped my hips back, allowing his cock to dip down. I angled my lower body and started pressing my core to the tip of his cock, trying boldly to work him inside me.
“Fae fucking shit!” King Athon barked roughly, his lips still pressed to my ear, his muscles tensing against my softer frame. He held completely still, not moving. “You aren’t ready for me yet, elf. Do you want me to rip you open?”
“I need you,” I panted in a wild daze. “Get inside me. Now. I need it.”
King Athon pulled his head back and stared at my ear, his brows rising in disbelief as he studied the point. He mumbled to himself in his gruff accent, “All right. It’s not just foreplay. It isthehot spot. I know that now.”
“Athon!” I bellowed in sexual frustration, shoving my hips down, but his cock wasn’t breaching my opening. “Push, dammit.”
“Good Fae, try to calm yourself,” he snapped. His right hand released mine, and he shoved his palm down between our bodies. The King of Shifters moved his cock and then shoved two brutal fingers up into my soaking channel—my back bowing off the mattress at the fullness. “I’ll fuck you soon, don’t fret.”
My flushed, enraged face turned to his.
His pure black eyes perused my features. He began thrusting his fingers inside me, fast and hard, watching as my head dropped back and my mouth opened on a long moan. He shook his head and bared his teeth, rumbling, “You melt in my arms, even when you hate me.”
I flashed my fangs at him but opened my legs wider. I soon met his plunges into my core, shoving my hips against his hand, letting him set the pace—lovingthe pace he set. I groaned and lifted my head off the mattress, pressing my lips to his.
King Athon bit my lower lip, tugging, keeping it captive. He scowled into my eyes. His tongue swiped over my lip, and his teeth dug in. He sucked my lip hard into his mouth as his thumb pressed down on my clit.
I jerked underneath him, waiting to be kissed.
I peered up into his eyes, my gaze begging him to hurry.
