Page 31 of The Fallen Fae King

To my surprise, I feel him kiss back just as fervently.

Then my pleasure amplifies, when I feel it mirrored through the bond.

“Our Alpha is touching himself,” I murmur in delight.

Daire’s eyes darken.

He raises his glistening lips from my clit. “Sin can feel how I’m touching you, love. He’s lying in his bed — the voyeur — imagining you and me together, while stroking his long cock. Can you see him?”

Like a never-ending circle of desire, I do imagine Lanlin, as his hand works his giant cock, up and down, while Daire sets back to worshiping my pussy with both the flower and his tongue.

“Alphas,” I moan.

Pleasure hits me like a wave.

I writhe in the sheets, clawing them.

My ecstasy pulls Lanlin into coming as well.

I feel like I can see him. He is connected to me by golden threads, even across the palace, as pleasure bursts through him as well.

Daire presses a final kiss to my sensitive inner thigh, as I catch my breath.

I feel relaxed and sated.

By the Shadow Gods, that was just what I needed.

I smile at Daire, as he tugs my dress back down, before casually throwing himself to sprawl next to me.

He shamelessly kisses the lotus, licking over his glistening lips. “Tastes as sweet as your scent.”

I blush. “I’d call you an asshole but that was incredible.”

“Of course.” But then, Daire drops the flower, holding out his wrists to me. “Now, free me.”

Was the sex good enough to literally melt my brain?

“What do you mean?” The good tingles are fading to be replaced with a familiar anxiety.

Was that myth about the blue lotus not about Lanlin but about Daire?

Cold dread seizes me.

“You stole the lodestone, the Bone of the Gods, from Heka,” Daire says, levelly.

Confused, I shrug. “I am not only a spy but the best thief in the Fang Kingdom.”

I work my hand under the mattress, where I hid the lodestone last night.

Heka told me that the secret lodestone talisman, which he had been working on, had magnetic properties. He added ancient hieroglyph magic that meant it could battle cursed iron, silver, gold, and other metals.

If we were lucky, this anti-metallicum would be our first and only weapon against the most powerful sorcerer in the realms, Maximinus.

I pull out the tiny stone, which is shaped like a scarab beetle. Its powerful magic thrums.

It is smooth, dense, and dark as the Void.

Suddenly, I wish deep in my soul that I had never seen it, and even more that I had never stolen it.