Page 34 of Filthy Fae

“Fuck her,” I whispered as I tightened my legs around him.

We found a bathroom with a large sunken tub and a shower that imitated rain. Aaron and I scrubbed each other off with quick, furious motions, and then he pinned me against the tile wall. His hand slid between my legs, opening my lips, finding me drenched for him. His finger slid into me easily.

“I need to be inside you, Scarlet,” he said, his voice husky and thick against my throat. “I need to be deep inside you.”

I closed my eyes, dropping my head back and opening my knees for him. My hands clenched on his shoulders, my nails digging into his skin. He let out a low growl and pulsed his hips against mine. I needed to know he was whole and real in the most carnal way possible.

My eyes snapped open, and we locked gazes. “I need you inside me, Aaron,” I said, gripping his shoulders tighter.

He pushed a second finger into me, his citrine eyes glowing as they held mine. He curled his fingers, pumping them back and forth and sending shocks of pleasure through my core. “I’m going to fuck you hard and fast.”

“Yes,” I moaned, hooking my leg around his.

His hand pulled away, but before I could protest the loss, his hard cock drove into me, filling me. Aaron gripped my hips, pushed me against the wall with his weight and pumped into me. Every furious thrust sent pleasure crashing through my core and spiraling out into my entire body. All I could do was grip his shoulders and hang on. Each time he thrust deep inside of me, it was a declaration. We were alive, and we were going to survive this.

I arched back against the tile wall and cried out as pleasure erupted through my body and my core clenched around Aaron, pulsing up and down his cock. He groaned long and loud against my neck, his warm seed filling me.

We clutched each other, breathing hard, neither of us wanting to return to the predicament I had landed us in. But knowing that time was running out, we toweled off and changed into our wolf forms. We’d already searched every inch of the area for escape routes, finding none. We trotted around, letting our wolves explore the scents around us.

It smelled like flowers and fae, wood, clean bedding, and not much else. The rest of the room looked like something out of one of those fancy lodges tourists used when they wanted a taste of rustic life without the struggle of living that lifestyle. There was a wooden table with twisted legs that resembled tree branches, and a little package of stationary laid out with several fancy pens. The ensuite bathroom had an assortment of shaped soaps and unopened expensive-as-fuck shampoo and conditioner. We found no exits except the front doors and no surveillance equipment. Well, at least not the usual electronic kind. What magical fae shit the queen had, I didn’t know.

Hours later I leaned against Aaron in human form, out of firing range of the front door but in a good place if we needed to attack. It was a comfortable, large room with cedar siding on the walls and a high ceiling with exposed beams. A huge canopy bed sat in the middle, draped in lacy curtains and creamy bedding. “I guess we could sew clothing out of that shit.”

“I’m good at sewing,” Aaron said, and I could hear the smile in his voice.

The fae had left us no clothing, meaning that if there were magical fae cameras in here, they were getting a full frontal along with our little sex show. I didn’t regret it. I had needed Aaron in that moment, and if we were dying tomorrow night, I could really give a fuck what these fae saw of me making love to my boyfriend. I was used to being naked in semi-public places, but when Aaron wrapped one of his arms around my breasts and the other over my hips, curling his hand around my mound, I didn’t complain. It was a possessive move that I didn’t mind one bit.

What Aaron had said about our wolves being of equal dominance was rolling over and over in my mind, making a whole lot of sense.

“Wanna say fuck them and go for round two?” Aaron asked, nuzzling into my neck.

“I do, but only after we escape,” I said, examining the silver door and frame. “Do you think this is the fae version of jail, or are we in the queen’s guest room?”

“Who knows. It’s fancy as fuck. Definitely better than a dragon shifter cell,” Aaron said.

I let out a surprised laugh. “How did you land yourself in a dragon’s jail?”

“Let’s just say that there were several dragon shifter women I wanted to impress and leave it at that. I had a couple wild nights in my youth,” Aaron said with a chuckle that rumbled into my back.

“Right,” I said. “More like ten years, if the memes are to be believed.”

Aaron kissed the side of my neck. “To be perfectly honest, Scarlet, I was getting tired of it even before I met you.”

His words warmed me from the inside out, and I leaned back against his chest for a while, letting my mind wander. “What do you think they were doing with all that salt?” I asked as I attempted to remember every detail of that cleaning party. “If the queen is telling the truth about her curse, and she didn’t orchestrate the massacre to frame my pack… Not that I believe her for a second, but say she’s telling the truth. Why would she order her fae to cover everything with salt before she bleaches and repaints it?”

“It has disinfecting properties,” Aaron said. “Just about every corner of the world has stories about how salt wards off evil. Humans have used it for millennia.”

“I’ve heard it wards off evil spirits,” I said. “But if Titania and her servants know there are evil spirits involved in the deaths, why would they still blame Zane for killing everyone at the party? If the queen knows he’s innocent, and she’s still calling for war, that breaks the terms of her curse.”

“Unless the curse is bullshit,” Aaron mused.

“Mack believes it, and after meeting the queen, I whole-heartedly trust that the only reason she hasn’t tried to take Heartland before this mess was that she was restrained magically. I’m guessing she’s found some kind of magical loophole, and the salt is important somehow.”

“I hate to say this, but I couldn’t care less about whether the queen or Zane is guilty right now,” Aaron said with a sigh. “I just want to get us out of here.”

The door opened, and Aaron and I were in motion. We broke apart and stood with our bodies ready for a fight.

The entry stood ajar, but no one walked through.