His dark blue eyes blinked slowly, and then he squinted—what I assumed—was meant to be a fierce look. It was rather unimpressive, with the flush of the urge staining his cheeks like a virgin, but I wisely refrained from telling him that.
“What exactly are you implying, shifter?” White brows lifted slowly. “And be Fae damned cautious with your answer.”
“I am notimplyingshit. I amstatingthat I think you’ve been going about your experiment in the wrong fashion.” Like the patient shifter I could be in times of need, I kept still and didn’t move toward him, allowing my prey to come to me—and using words that would coax and ease. “But if you wish to control this right now, I won’t dissuade you.”
The elf’s distrustful gaze didn’t change.
Flicking a finger absently at my heated and burning-up body, I stated softly, “Hop on my lap if that’s what you need. I don’t mind a little bit of manhandling.”
Caspian’s lips thinned, and he wiped at the sweat once more dotting his forehead. His elven eyes raced up and down my body, practically skipping over my erect dick before he muttered obscenities under his breath and started crawling on hands and knees toward me. Draping his right leg over my hip, he straddled me carefully, barely putting any weight on my body.
Then…he sat primly and properly in place.
And glared down his nose at me.
“Well, what now?” he griped and ran his fingers through his white hair, his too delicate features even more flushed. “Is this the part where your barbaric tendencies show, and you demand that I impale myself on your damned dick—or else?”
Unable to stop myself, I scowled at the man above me. “You would be wise to keep those unkind thoughts to yourself, elf. My people may be brutal, but we are not rapists by nature.” I shook my head slightly and kept my ruthless attention on him. “The Fae have done this to us if you’ve forgotten.Not me, not you. We did not ask for this illegal urge. We’re in this game of bullshittogetherright now.So do try not to make this situation worse.”
Caspian stilled in place and looked at the headboard above my head. He kept his blank gaze there for the longest of moments before he pointed at the side of his head and blurted from nowhere, “My ears. If I have a true issue coming while you’re inside me, suck on the point of my ears. It will take care of the problem.”
I stared as splotches of rouge tinted his cheeks, changing his rosy blush into a fiery inferno of embarrassment—with the weakness given. I hedged gently, “Is this a Caspian kink or an elf thing?”
“Elf.” He ran his fingers through his hair again in agitation. “King Athon bought a book to learn the differences between an elf and a shifter. So it’s not a leap to assume you are just as ill-equipped as he was with Princess Trixie. So…yes.” Another point at the side of his head, his hand still trembling. “My ears. Works every time.”
I grunted deeply. “Thank you for telling me.” Gently, I sat up from leaning on my elbows and brought our faces closer together.
I flicked my eyes between his, finally capturing his gaze again. I stayed quiet for a hovering second before I raised my hands and cupped his cheeks.
Using the softest pressure on this killer, I pulled his face closer to mine, feeling his accelerated, nervous breath puffing hotly against my lips, smelling of sweet candy. My voice was gruff as I said, “In this right now? In what we’re doing? You can trust me, Caspian. I promise you that with my very life.I will not harm you.”
Caspian swallowed slowly.
And…he coldly nodded.
“Good,” I murmured and inched closer, my lips almost brushing the tense man’s. “Very good, elf.”
Holding his strange, elven eyes, I pushed away my unease and placed my lips against his in the softest brush, careful not to startle him. Soft and warm, his mouth greeted me in a timid and wary caress, shaking slightly on a hard rush of candy-coated air.
I licked cautiously against his lower lip, closing my eyes as his unique scent of snowdrop flowers coated my taste buds, exploding in my mouth and igniting the urge even fucking harder.
I groaned softly without inhibition when the elf opened his mouth just enough for me to slide my tongue inside and glide against his own. He tasted of the elf kingdom, but it was entirely intoxicating with the urge riding us like a race to the finish, demanding completion.
“You taste fucking good,” I moaned roughly against his soft as satin lips and gripped his face tighter, peeking at his closed eyes and ruby-red cheeks. That pale skin was a liability to the elf, showing all signs of his own truth. “May I touch you, Caspian?”
Not opening his elven eyes, he nodded once, brushing his lips against mine in the process. Then, he hesitantly wrapped his arms around my shoulders and held us together, hard chest to hard chest.
I hummed roughly in my throat and lowered my arms, skimming my large palms down his sides to his waist before gliding them around to his back, exploring his lithe frame intimately. He was made finely, a truly beautiful specimen for assassinations, his entire body honed for his killing trade. I grunted, took two handfuls of his muscled, rounded ass, and laid back, dragging the elf with me and keeping him lying on top of me for now.
“Kiss me,” I demanded quietly, using the softest of commands to test the waters, staring up at his face hovering over mine. “I want your tongue in my mouth, elf.”
He lifted a white brow. “You’re a needy shifter.”
“More than you know.” I grinned teasingly and squeezed the cheeks that still filled my hands damned nicely. “Mouth. Tongue. Yours. Mine.I want it again.”
“Because I taste so good?” he tormented right back. “Isn’t that what youmoaned?”
“It wasn’t a lie.” I eyed him meaningfully. “I don’t tell tall tales in bed. There is no honor in that—or eventual pleasure.”
