Page 49 of Wicked Curses
He had no idea what she was so incensed about or why she accused him of being in her room, but it had gotten them here, which made him happy. He’d followed her into the room to punish her for waving a blade in his face right after he woke up, but now, as he sensed her growing hunger, a new plan started to develop.
Orin hadn’t fucked anyone since she arrived; if he was going to play the game of getting her into his bed, then he couldn’t traipse past her door with a different woman or six every night. But he was a dark fae who had needs, and she wasn’t the only one famished.
She would break first; he was certain of it. They both required something the other had to survive, but he had to deny himself to win the long game with her. After he won, he could go back to screwing every woman in this realm.
He leaned a little closer so her breasts brushed his chest. The connection sent an electric thrill through him.
Her eyes widened when his cock lengthened against her belly, and her heartbeat accelerated. She could deny it all she wanted and fight him until the bitter end, but she craved having him inside her.
“My blood isn’t the only thing you hunger for,” he murmured, lowering his mouth so his lips skimmed her throat.
She jerked as she tried to pull her wrists from the wall, but he slammed them back into the wood. He hadn’t finished punishing her for shoving a dagger in his face.
Resting his free hand against her hip, he stroked her flesh through the soft material before lowering his hand toward the junction between her thighs. When her fingers started twitching, he pulled his hand away and grasped hers to stop the motion.
Leaning back a little, he smiled. “No spell casting, little witch. That’s not playing fair.”
She bared her teeth at him. “And coming into my room while I’m sleeping is?”
He pressed closer to savor her honey scent and how her body yielded to his. Too much time had passed since he’d been with a woman; she was a delectable temptation he couldn’t resist.
Lowering his mouth, he kissed her neck as he told her, “This is only the second time I’ve ever been in your room. Remember, I helped you upstairs when you had too much to drink.”
“Liar! And stop that!”
Orin grinned as he nipped at her neck. When she shivered beneath him, and the hardened buds of her nipples rubbed her nightgown, he bit back a groan as his dick jumped in anticipation.
The woman was a study in contradictions, so unyielding in many ways yet so warm and enticing in others. She was also going to learn he didn’t take commands from anyone… unless they were fun ones.
“I don’t lie,” he murmured as he released her fingers to graze his knuckles down her nightgown and around one of her breasts.
His mouth watered when her nipple became more visible, and her body swayed toward his. She may think she wanted him to stop, but her body told a different story.
“I saw you!” she accused.
The tone of her voice pierced through his increasing haze of lust. Reluctantly, he leaned back to study her. “I wouldn’t creep around someone’s bedroom at night. I don’t have to; women welcome me into their rooms.”
“I don’t!”
Orin glanced at her breasts before sliding his hand between her thighs. “Don’t you? You’re the one who came tomyroom tonight, and you’re so wet right now, I can feel it through your nightgown.”
She squirmed and tried to clamp her thighs shut, but he refused to move his hand. “Don’t touch me!”
He stroked her with his finger and watched her pupils dilate when he found her clit. She was so ready for release he could have her coming in less than a minute. “Why deny yourself something you’re enjoying so much?”
Her breath came in small pants as she continued to give him that death stare. “I hate you.”
“That would only make the sex so much better.”
“Fuck you!”
He smiled as he caressed her again, and her legs trembled. “Gladly.”
She bit her lip, sinking her fangs into her bottom lip and causing a tendril of blood to slide down her chin. Leaning into her, he continued stroking her while kissing the blood away. She also tasted of honey, he decided as he ran his lips across hers.
She kept her mouth locked against his kiss, but her body was relaxing and the death grip of her thighs easing. His body thrummed with excitement; he would hear her cries of pleasure and feel her body coming apart against his.
When her hips rose toward his, Orin reluctantly pulled his hand away. She was so close; a few more strokes and he’d learn what she sounded like when she came, but he planned to win this game and wasn’t giving her a free ride.
