Page 69 of Filthy Fae

Mack spread my cheeks, lifting me until I was positioned with the head of his cock straining at the entrance to my sex. My juices ran down him, and I tightened my legs around his hips, using my thighs to push myself down until his cock slid into my sheath. Mack closed his eyes, his hands cradling my ass and supporting my weight as I began to move up and down on his shaft.

The sounds of the crowd getting excited filled me for a moment, and power swelled inside me. My wolf howled with pleasure at the sensation of all those eyes on me, all those people wanting me. But my human side only wanted one man. One fae.

I heard the whisper of bills raining down on stage, but I kept my eyes anchored to Mack, my body anchored to him. Still, in the back of my mind I knew that I needed to do more, to keep building excitement in the crowd until we locked in the incubus.

“Mack,” I whispered, palming his cheek.

He gazed back at me, his half-lidded eyes bleary with desire. “Mmm?”

“Want me on my knees?”

Mack blinked at me. “What?”

“Do you want to take this to the floor?”

“Should I have asked you for the password?”

“No,” I said. “I’m not an incubus. I’m Scarlet Riley, and I want you in my mouth.”

“Oh,” he said, the word coming out on a breath. I lifted off him, and he caught my waist, holding my weight and letting me down until my toes feathered the floor. I heard a few grumbles of disappointment from the crowd, but I ignored them, steering Mack so he was facing the crowd with me in front of him, blocking their view.

“Scar…”

Before he could go on, I dropped to my knees, and excited murmurs began again. My heart hammered, my thighs quivering with anticipation. I gripped Mack’s slippery shaft, my mouth watering as I drew it to my lips and licked the tip. Mack sucked in a breath, and when my mouth opened, he pushed his cock inside. I let my tongue play over his skin, so incredibly soft and tasting of my own juices mixed with his, a unique and irresistible flavor that our bodies made together. I found myself slurping at him, wanting to lick off every drop.

Mack groaned, and I felt the rush of excitement from the crowd washing over me, egging me on as I drew him deeper. I pulled back, letting my lips pop off the head of his cock as I looked up at him with a coy smile. “Want to get on your knees for me, too?”

As if he’d been waiting for a signal, Mack knelt before me. He reached for me, but I crawled backward, dropping to all fours. I took Mack’s cock in my hand and sank my mouth over him, sucking him while I spread my knees wide and arched my back, letting the audience see my open sex as I pumped my mouth over Mack’s incredible cock.

In the club, I heard hisses and growls, but I didn’t stop. I knew security would keep anyone from getting near us if they tried, and right now, all I could think about was the incredible rush of power coursing through me, as if I’d plugged into their energy, letting it fan the flames of my own lust. They were all here to see me. Watching me pleasure Mack.

At last, I drew away and turned my body, looking out over the crowd for a second before turning my head and smiling over my shoulder at Mack. He saw the invitation in my eyes and slid forward, gripping my hips and sliding his cock into my eagerly waiting sex.

I gasped in relief as he filled me, his cock driving into me faster with each thrust. I heard the crowd, but I barely saw them when I glanced back. Bills rained down on the edges of the stage, and the sexual energy in the place was so thick it could have summoned a demon all the way from hell, not just across town. There was no way this would fail. The audience had grown tense, their eyes glazed with lust. A woman at the table in front of us had her hand between her legs, biting her lip as she touched herself and watched us.

This wasn’t just a sex show between two werewolves or two fae. It was a fae fucking a werewolf. Sworn enemies locked in the thrall of passion as his cock sank to the hilt and reached my depth with each pass.

I rose up onto my knees and reached back, wrapping my hand around the back of Mack’s head.

“Is this okay?” he asked, his hand moving up my body, cupping my breast gently as his cock filled me.

“So okay,” I said, my voice barely more than a breath.

His face angled toward mine, his mouth covering mine in a slow, gentle kiss. And then there was no crowd, no audience, no one but Mack and me, sharing this daring moment together. His cock glided in and out of my tightness, the tempo a smooth, steady rhythm. I squirmed back against him, opening my thighs wider and arching my back, needing him to go faster.

When I couldn’t bear it any longer, I moaned my warning into his mouth. My walls clenched around him, pleasure wracking my body in waves. With a shudder of relief, Mack buried himself deep inside me and spilled his release with mine.

As I caught my breath, feeling the rise and fall of Mack’s breath against my back, a realization slammed into me. All these years I’d been fantasizing about having sex in public, I’d been missing the point. I couldn’t give a fuck about the audience, if they were there, fine. If they were gone, it was all the better. What I’d been fantasizing about all those years wasn’t the crowd, it was Mack. Just Mack. All I’d been wanting was this amazing man, my soul mate, the man I knew I could never fully have, the man I’d always been in love with.

The man who had held my hand and held my hair back. The man who had taken my virginity, and the man who helped me live out my every fantasy.

I was in love with Mack. What we had between us wasn’t puppy love or some passing stage in our friendship. He was my endgame. He was the man I wanted to walk down an aisle toward, wearing a not-so-white dress.

But I couldn’t marry Mack. I had three werewolf mates I was also falling in love with, and it wouldn’t be fair to them or to Mack.

“Scar…” He pulled away from me slightly, his brow creasing with a troubled frown. “Are you crying?”

I swallowed hard. “I need to wash up.”