I lick a stripe through her core, catching every delectable drop, and her words dissolve into a scream.
Fuck, she tastes good. Like cold cream on a sunny day. I lap at her, sucking her opening because I wasn’t kidding when I said I wanted every little drop. I groan against her and her back arches off the moss.
“Orion—”
I don’t let her finish. My tongue drags through her again, slower this time, learning the shape of her. The salt and sweet of her arousal coating my lips. She whimpers and I file the sound away.
Then I suck her clit into my mouth. Her hands have nowhere to go but to grip the moss under her. Her ass rises even more and precum beads on my dick.
“Orion, I can’t, it’s too?—”
“I’m not stopping unless you pass out or say no.” I pull back long enough to say it. “Is that a no?”
“Don’t stop.”
“That’s what I thought.” I dive back in. Two fingers push inside her. My tongue finds her clit and stays there. She’s so wet. Clenching around me. The sounds she’s making have stopped belonging to any language I know.
I want her like this, squirming, twisting, pulling and pushing away. My name on her lips as she falls apart.
“Come for me.” I growl it against her clit. “Right now. Let me taste it.”
She screams into the moss as her core locks around my fingers so tight I have to leave them in her.
That’s one.
“Wait—” She’s pushing up looking over her shoulder. “I need, give me a second?—”
“No.” I look up at her from over her ass cheeks and push her back down. “I’m still hungry. Now why don’t’ you be a good girl and squirt. Daddy’s thirsty.”
And I know just how to make that happen, I slide my fingers out and let them drift higher.
She goes still.
“Orion.” Careful now. “What are you doing?”
“Preparing you.” I circle her ass. “For later.”
“For—” She pushes back up onto her hands. “All three of you?”
“All three of us.” I keep circling, not pressing in yet. “Kieran in that pretty pussy. Me here.” I tap once, just enough pressure to make her gasp. “Finnian in your mouth. Every part of you filled. Claimed. So full of us you can’t think about anything except?—”
“We’re going to need?—”
Lube. “I know.” I look at Kieran.
Good thing Faerie provides.
Ash cranes her neck. “Where is he?—”
“Getting something.” I press a kiss to her inner thigh. “Trust me.”
“Famous last words.”
Kieran returns with a flower. Dark purple, almost black, petals glistening with oil. He crushes it between his palms and the scent hits. Heady, warm, something that makes my blood run a degree hotter.
“Fireveil blossom.” He kneels beside her. Shows her his oil-coated fingers. Between them, oil stretches between his fingers. “Natural lubricant. The Unseelie have used it for centuries.”
Ash stares at him. “The Unseelie.”
