Page 133 of Blood of the Fairest

"But you just said you're not thirsty," Eris teases from the reflective coach. "I suppose we must both be imagining your fever."

She raises a middle finger at him before narrowing her eyes at me. "How many times do I have to tell you, I'm only human?"

"How many times must I tell you, I am yours?" I counter, moving to kneel on the floor of the coach, at her feet so we are eye level. "Give me no orders. Let me prove you are forcing nothing. Do not feed on me, yet—but allow me to satisfy you."

Verena's dark blue gaze trails over my face, lingering for a moment on my lips. She wipes at her feverish forehead once more.

"This is really starting to feel like a wet dream again, which is ridiculous because I was already so fucking horny. How am I supposed to resist?"

"You're not," Eris says gently.

She swallows hard, her eyes returning to mine. "We could just…fool around. Not full-on fucking, just hand stuff. Something to take the edge off."

Already, I am allowing my right hand to move under her skirts to gently grip her calf—but my gaze stays on hers.

"Yes?" I check, kissing her knee. "You will allow me to please you?"

She makes a small sound in her throat before nodding hard. "Mm-hmm. Yes."

When my hand slides up to her smooth thigh beneath her skirt, she jolts a little.

I pause. "If I do something you dislike, tell me to stop. Or if I am frightening you again⁠—"

"Oh my god, will you stop being so hot and just kiss me already?" she groans impatiently before leaning forward to capture my lips.

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Wulf

Thank Eldrunia.

My left hand slides into Verena's hair, relishing the softness of her dark red locks. I use it to gently angle her head, my heart galloping as her soft lips toy with mine.

As our tongues tease and explore, I allow my right hand to explore under her underdress—until the back of my knuckle drags against her wet warmth.

She jolts again, her hands tangling in my hair.

I long to drag my tongue through this wetness to taste her need, but she said hand stuff. Does that mean she will not allow me to savor her?

I wish to ask, but our continued kiss and the slide of my fingers against her dripping cunt is making it difficult to form words.

"How needy you are, Fairest," Eris muses from somewhere in the reflective carriage.

At the sound of his voice, Verena seems to remember he is watching. In response, she moans softly into my mouth.

The sound of her pleasure sinks into my bones, hot and fast. My cock strains within my trousers.

I have to break away from our kiss to pant against her lips, "You enjoy him watching?"

Her laugh is breathy. Nervous, but steeped in lust. "M-maybe."

She shall have more of it, then.

Eager to have her honey coat my hand as she falls prey to pleasure in my arms, I move swiftly. I scoop her from her seat and sit in her place. Setting her in my lap so she straddles me, facing away, I ruck her skirt up above her hips.

So she will be on display.

Her breathing grows more chaotic when she sees Eris's heated gaze across from us. His presence adds nothing to my roaring desire for her, but seeing our difference in size and the flush on her face in the shiny surface makes my blood pump faster.