No. Hold on. Hold on.
Look at her.
I glance down.
Nope. Should not have done that.
Her eyes, all green now. No whites. No pupils. Just endless forest staring back at me.
The human mask?Gone.
The woman swallowing my cock is all Fae. From the tips of her ears to the thorns pulsing beneath her skin to the silver-pink shimmer in her hair.
My queen. Finally showing herself.
And she chose this moment to do it. Chose me.
She nips at me. Pulling her lips back, a string of spittle follows.
Do. Not. Come.
“What’s wrong, Orion?” She leans back on her heels, fingers curling under the hem of her shirt, and rips it off. Her nipples peak toward me, hard and flushed, begging for my mouth. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”
“I’m looking at a queen.”
“Same thing, apparently.” Her smile has teeth in it. “Now shut up and let me work.”
The image hits before I can stop it, her on her knees, my cum painting her chest.
Fuck, this woman.
I grip her hair—once again silverish pink—wrap my hands around the strands and tug her closer. “Make me cum and I promise to make you my meal.”
Her lips tug into a cute smile before she devours my cock in the next breath.
I hiss as stars sparkle behind my eyelids. My palm slaps the tree beside me and my mouth falls open. Her tongue drags up and down before she swallows me whole.
I’m barely hanging on. I know it. She knows it.
She came to me. Felt me through the bond and followed anyway.
I shove the thought somewhere it can’t ruin this and focus on not coming in the next three seconds.
I pinch her chin. “I’m gonna cum, Thorn. Wh?—”
She steals my words and my choice when she sucks the cum out of my cock and swallows every drop while holding eye contact.
I don’t even deflate. I grow harder.
And I wasn’t lying when I said I was about to make her my next meal.
28
Ash
Salt and spicerush across my taste buds.
Orion lifts me up as though I’m nothing more than a feather. My legs wrap around him and I draw him as close as I can get to my core, but he holds firm. One massive hand splayed across my lower back, the other gripping my thigh like he’s afraid I’ll disappear if he loosens his hold.
