Page 58 of The Fallen Fae King

Daire raises his head and moans. “Punish me again. I haven’t learned my lesson.”

“You’ll never learn it.” Lanlin sounds far too amused by that.

“Aye, true.” Daire pushes me back until I am lying propped in the cushions. Like a holy ritual, he unbuckles my sheathed dagger from around my waist and places it beside my head. Then he draws my wedding dress over my head and instead of flinging it carelessly like is normal for him, he also folds it neatly. Then he moves down my body, dropping kisses across my breasts, stomach, and hips, until his head is between my legs, just where I like it to be. “You’ll just have to keep teaching me lessons like this.” Then his expression softens, as he strokes at my wet thighs. “I’m going to prepare you for your Alpha’s knot. You ready, love?”

“Yes, Alpha.” I glance at Lanlin, who is sprawled across the bed, watching with a hungry expression.

Lanlin’s dark hair is damp between his ribbons and diamonds.

He is tipping into rut as well.

He grips hard onto the blankets, ripping at them with his claws.

Daire languorously tongues down my pussy, lapping at my slick. I purr, as my pussy loosens, ready for my Alpha’s knot under his clever worship.

“You taste like roses and summer. You are the one who tastes like a god.” Slick glistens on Daire’s lips, and he licks it off with relish.

“B-b-by the m-moon.” My back arches, and I push up against Daire’s face, while I grab his curls and pull him down onto me again. I desire to make his entire face wet. I need him to never forget my taste. “Keep s-saying things like t-t-that, and I’ll n-n-never let you up from b-b-etween my t-thighs.”

Daire mumbles something against my clit, which I have a feeling is, you two truly don’t understand this punish-reward thing, do you?

I laugh, loving how playful he is, despite the heat rushing through my veins, and the rut rushing through him.

I tug on his curls, however, to teach him that I do.

By the way he moans, however, humping against the nest, I realize that I may have the line between punishment and reward mixed up along with him.

When I glance across the nest, Lanlin’s dark gaze is fixed on me with such intensity that it takes away my breath.

Then he flicks aside his pleated kilt, revealing his hard cock.

My mouth dries.

Never taking his gaze from mine, he drops his elegant hand to his cock and slowly begins to stroke it in time to the movements of my hips as I ride my other Alpha’s face.

I groan, allowing my head to fall back.

I stare up at the bed of stars above me, bright and more ancient than the Void Pyramids. Magic, dark and primal, shimmers in the air and between us. I have never felt anything like it.

It’s electric.

Are my ancestors watching me from the moon? Am I shaming them by bonding with a vampire? Or do they understand why I am forming this pack of enemies?

This goes beyond love.

It feels destined.

Daire calls it the game of Shadow Kingdoms.

Except, it’s more than a game to me. It’s about the fate of the realms, and it only needs a spark to set them alight in revolution or burn them all down.

Panting, I drop my hands from Daire’s curls to his wings, clawing at him. “I’m going to…”

“You don’t come until I am inside you.” Lanlin moves with uncanny speed across the nest, dragging Daire away from me. He tosses him like he weighs nothing into the pile of cushions. Then he is towering over me. “Dearheart, I can’t hold back. My fangs ached for years in agony, while I searched for you. I was caught in a nightmare, fearing that I would never find my Omega bond mate. You were the light at the end of a lifetime of nights. But this…” He snarls around a mouthful of fangs. “I am not your other Alphas. I can’t be gentle tonight.”

“Who’s asking you to be?” I bare my teeth too, presenting him with my neck in challenge more than submission. Waves of heat are hitting me, driving me deeper into heat, but I am clear about this. “I’m a wild wolf, not some weak elite Omega. Show me who you are, my darkness.”

Lanlin’s smile stretches into something truly dangerous.