“I… I want your cock,” he admitted gruffly, blatant and perplexed want riding his tone, gasping his demand up at the ceiling. He started to rock his hips against my fingers, fucking himself on my hand, the urge burning through his body just as severely as it was mine now. “Give me your Fae damned cock now, shifter.”
I turned my head to the side and licked up his inner thigh, his snowdrop sweat coating my tongue as I moved up. Keeping my fingers inside him, I leaned on an elbow next to his head and stared at the blissed-out elf, finger fucking the man harder.
I asked breathlessly, “Do you need me to suck on your ears?”
Caspian’s dilated dark blue eyes opened, his cheeks rosy as fuck with adrenaline and need, and he shook his head once. “No…not unless you want to.” Those wanting eyes took a slow perusal of my body above him, studying each part of me diligently—as if I were a wild animal he’d never seen before and needed to memorize before it disappeared. Then his gaze met mine again, and he muttered stingily, “You may have been right, shifter. Definitely thewrongfucking men.”
A soft chuckle escaped my lips at his honesty, somewhat surprised the bastard gave it willingly. And I pushed for more, even as I pressed right on his prostate with intent.
I asked quietly and seriously, “Have you fucked Princess Trixie before, elf? You lived with her for years.”
His body arched firmly against mine, and the deepest groan shot between his kiss-swollen lips, even as he gasped, “You bitch. What in the Fae fuck? Right now, you’re pulling this shit?”
“Answer the question,” I whispered, nipping at his enchanting bottom lip. “Have you had sex with her?”
“Holy Fae. This is such a motherfucking dick move,” Caspian groaned as he shook his head hard, and then there was suddenly a blade pressed against my throat. Dark blue, dilated eyes glared furiously into mine as I froze above him. “Bad form, shifter.”
Hm. Perhaps, I should have checked the pillows for daggers inside an assassin’s home; I blamed the lapse of prudence on this blasted urge.
One white eyebrow lifted as he stated quietly, “Would you like to repeat your question?Again?”
I managed not to swallow against the deadly blade. “No. I believe I’m all right for now.”
“Quite so.” His elven gaze flicked back and forth between mine. Then, still holding the knife edge to my flesh with a steady hand, he opened his mouth and retorted on a mere breath, “I’ve never had sex with her. Tell your king to back the fuck off. I’d appreciate it.”
My blink slowed as I gazed down at the man beneath me. “Conveniently stated when I’m three fingers deep in your ass and ready to beg to get my dick inside you.Be careful, elf.I may get confused about who’s playing whom.”
“Tit for tat, bitch.” The elf lowered the dagger and tossed it across the room, the pointed end slamming and digging into the wooden wall of his bedchamber. “It’s also the Fae damned truth.”
I grunted and examined the pillow his head was lying on, not about to make the same mistake. “Get rid of the pillow too.”
His fangs flashed.
But he tossed the pillow aside on the floor. The hard thump on the wood-pegged floor was more than slightly suspicious.
“Do I wish to know what was hiding in the pillowcase?” I questioned dryly, not even bothering to look over the edge of the bed. “Sounded about right for three knives.”
“Just about,” he griped, those dark blue eyes glaring death at me. “Shall I get rid of the sheets too?”
I snarkily lifted a black eyebrow. “Do we need to?” I wasn’t really jesting, either. “I gave you my word that I wouldn’t harm you in this bed. I think I’d like the same in return now.”
His lips thinned as new beads of sweat gathered at his temples, pasting his damp, white hair against his flesh. The fact that my fingers were filling his ass didn’t deter him from scowling at me.
“I…won’t kill you right now.”
“That’s something, I suppose.” I ground my jaws together as I thought this through, my thoughts turning to safety and pleasure. “Unfortunately, it’s not good enough.” Pulling back and removing my hands from his body, I twirled a finger in the air. “Hands and knees, elf. I’ll only fuck you that way.”
Caspian’s instant scowl was fierce—or it tried to be. “You must be jesting.”
I snorted under my breath. “Never been more serious in my life.” I grabbed his hips…and flipped an elf. His shocked bellow of outrage was pretty entertaining, especially when I raised his ass into the air and smacked it nice and hard, smirking at the red print left behind. “You did this to yourself. Remember that, elf.”
“Wait, wait, wait a Fae damned second,” Caspian barked and glared over his shoulder. “I’ve had a change of heart. I promise you that I won’t harm you in this bed.”
I grunted and shook my head condescendingly. “Far too little, too late, elf. I don’t trust your ass even if I want in it.” I grabbed the red, glass bottle and liberally coated my hard cock with the oil, staring down at my work…deliberately giving him space to push away, waiting for him to move. But thegrowlI let loose couldn’t be stopped. “Unless you want to break our deal and screw me instead?”
Bottoming for me…wasn’t pleasant.
But to end this urge,I’d endure it.
