Page 146 of Fae Reckoning

She whimpered. “I see.” The two short words were shaky.

Her fingers ran up and down my cock once more, then she slipped the crown around his head.

“It fits perfectly,” she whispered, still shaky. “I had to give them dimensions”—she shuddered, her eyes drinking in the sight of my crowned dick—“from memory.”

The reminder that my crowned cock was the only one she paid attention to, the only one she’d ever ridden, broke the rest of my composure.

“Thank you for my gift, El. My cock loves it.”

She leaned back onto her knees, her stare still fixed on my erection, standing by my waist … and slowly, like she was revealing the gate to the Etherlands … spread her legs.

“Take it off him,” I growled like a beast.

She swallowed, her mouth dropped open, and she slid the crown from his head.

I assumed she’d toss it onto the bed. But my mate never did things exactly the way I expected. She was a continual series of … intoxicating … exhilarating … erotic … surprises.

She twirled the small crown around her finger, waggled her brows in another sign of tantalizing mischief, and lowered herself slowly down to the bed. When she placed the golden circlet around one of her hard nipples, I didn’t think—it was possible I was incapable of it. The bond-beast deep within me flexed its big muscles and I descended on my female I could never get enough of as if my beast were famished.

With the crown circling my mouth, I sucked hard on her nipple.

Her back arched off the bed as she moaned like an animal herself.

Her thighs wrapped around my waist, pulling me toward her hot, molten center.

I slid through the welcoming, slick gates—straight into the heart of the Etherlands.