Correction. Big,bigwilly.
I sucked in a sharp, steadying breath. I moved forward a step and delicately gripped his hard length. I tensed when the shifter king jerked at the touch. I quickly glanced up at him, my eyes rounded large on my face. This was his dick, after all. I didn’t want to harm the Fae damned thing—right now.
The King of Shifters swiftly held still, staying silent, his head slanting slightly as he measured my every expression—an edgy tiger.
I looked back down, all of his muscles contractednicely.
My jaw started to gape at how large it was in my hand.
I hurriedly closed my mouth. Properly so.
I narrowed my eyes at his cock and squeezed experimentally, brushing my thumb over the head of his dick. My lips quirked up in a satisfied smile when a pulse of pleasure surfaced past his anxiety inside my Fae-spark, frommysmall hold on him. There was truly nothing to panic over, the tension releasing from my shoulders. This cock wasmine, big and all, and he bloody well knew how to use it, too.
I shivered from the memory of him working it.Delicious.
Yes. I was quite happy for his dick size.
I released him and tilted my head back to look into his sharp eyes. My contented smile stretched into a fantastic grin. I stated truthfully, “You have a fine cock, shifter. I am very pleased that it is my one and only.” I waggled a finger at his body, one of my red eyebrows lifting in amusement. “And you don’t need to keep flexing your muscles for me. The view is perfect as it is. You may rest at ease.”
King Athon abruptly choked on a laugh—and his powerful frame subtly relaxed. “I assure you, I do not know what you are referring to, elf.” Even while he smirked like a man who knew his own worth, relief flooded through my Fae-spark from him. “I had no doubt you would come to your senses.” He pointed downward at himself. “And this is better than afinecock. It is a magnificent cock.”
I held my hilarity at bay, keeping a straight face. “Yes, you are right, of course. Magnificent.”
“Awe-inspiring.”
“Yes, yes.” Men were so silly about their dicks.
“Most definitely, your one and only.” His golden crown glimmered in the dim lighting as he leaned down to place his face in front of mine, his white hair falling over his muscular, bare shoulders. “There would be no reason for you to stray because you have the most magnificent, awe-inspiring cock at your disposal.”
“Yes, I remember.” I rolled my eyes. “Are you done now?”
“Not in the slightest.” King Athon grinned, his white teeth shining—a tiger flashing his deadly fangs. He seized my hips and dominantly yanked my body against his. “I know my prowess is new to you, but the elves you’ve fucked must have been dismal if you think that’s it.”
I held onto his bulging biceps as he marched me backward toward the bed. “Let us not talk about previous partners. I fear there would be many dead bodies lying about if we did.”
“That is an astute observation.”
King Athon bent at the waist and slid one of his arms around me, lifting me under my ass, making me hold onto him while he climbed onto the bed. He walked on his knees to the center, with my body wrapped around him tight. The King of Shifters leaned forward with his free arm, carefully placing me on the mattress beneath him. He grunted and flicked my ear jewelry off, and then his head descended.
His mouth was instantly on mine, demanding my attention.
I moaned and grabbed his angular jaw, and ravished his mouth solidly. His lips were so splendid, like soft rose petals—with bite. It was a particular sensation I wanted more of.
Against his mouth, I muttered breathlessly, “I wonder if a caster can spell your kiss into a bottle? A bottle that I can open anytime I want?”
My criminal soul mate chuckled softly, his warm breath rushing against my lips. He rumbled, “That would be quite selfish of you. Would you deny me the right to do it myself?”
“Fine point,” I mumbled absently, tilting my head to kiss him deeper. “We would need two bottles. One for you. One for me.”
King Athon laughed outright, tipping his head back with it. He muttered in amused exasperation, “That was not my point at all, elf.”
I moaned from the loss of his lips, gripping his ears and pulling him back down to my mouth. I huffed, “There. That is better. And you are missingmypoint, shifter.” My tongue met his for long, sensual seconds, chasing what we desired. When I eventually needed air, I shoved my head back on the mattress—and discreetly removed his crown, tossing it to the side. I clarified, “We live in two different kingdoms. Kissing will be uncertain, to say the least.”
The King of Shifters tipped his head back, searching my gaze for long moments. He eventually grunted softly. “There is no such spell to bottle kisses.”
I pouted at his words. I did not know that.
“Our intimacies will be all the better for the wait. Do not fret.” He lightly brushed his nose against mine. Then King Athon suddenly narrowed his eyes, all sympathy vanishing. “And I would advise you to study further on the Caster Kingdom, especially with us voyaging there soon. Many dangers lie within its borders.”
