Page 27 of The Court the Fae Forgot
“Aurra, My Storm, you haven’t seen anything yet.”
He stepped back a bit, letting go of me at last to allow those shimmering wings unfold in all their glory. They exploded from the water in a shower of water falling like broken glass all around him. The freezing spray drew out a gasp from deep within me as the two enormous black wings expanded out to either side of his broad shoulders. His wingspan nearly reached across the entire river.
“Are you impressed?’
I nodded, no words to describe the awe I felt. He was truly a creature to behold, a dark beauty.
“But are you afraid?’
His question caught me by surprise, dragging my own wandering gaze back up to search his face.
“Why would you ask that?”
“Because,” he said, his wings folding in once more as he stepped up to claim his place in front of me, “people usually are, by the time they’re close enough to me to see them.”
Before I had the chance to respond, he was reaching out for me again. One hand took hold of my waist while the other snaked around my shoulders, spinning me around to press me against him once more—my back to his front. The hand that encircled my waist drew lower, inching across the plain of my stomach until it came to rest just above my thigh. The other found my throat again, his fingers teasing out a short, shallow gasp.
My mind emptied of any thought other than the feeling of his hands on my body. My own hands searched out the warmth of his skin, once icy in the depths of the forest, now blooming with heat for me. I found his hands and placed mine over his, as if to feel every sensation that he felt, too.
“That’s right Little Breeze, let it consume you.” His hand around my throat moved to brush the hair from where it clung to the back of my neck, his lips replacing its warmth as he pressed them in its place. “Letmeconsume you.”
With each kiss he planted along the back of my neck, he trailed further down until he’d reached the laces along the back of my dress. I felt his tongue dart from between the softness of his lips, tracing a line across my skin where it met the fabric. Those lips parted until I could feel the prick of his sharp teeth, though he was careful not to break my skin.
A soft moan escaped my lips.
At the sound, he snapped his jaws and severed the laces in a single fluid motion. The dress, already too big for my small frame, fell away from my shoulders. It bunched up along my arms, falling just low enough for me to feel the brush of cold air upon my breasts. The threadbare shift I wore did little to hide my nakedness, and though I knew as the dark fae rose to purr into my hair, that all he had to do to see my body was look down upon it, I did nothing to hide it.
I wanted him to see my body. I wanted his hands to roam from where they’d stilled, holding me close but nottooclose. I wanted him to feel every inch of me, just as deep desire stirred in me to feel every inch of him.
As if reading my thoughts, the hand at my thigh began pulling up the fabric of my dress and shift, bunching it up around my thighs until his fingers grazed bare skin.
Heat pooled between my legs at his touch.
He was right. I should have been afraid of him.
But all I felt in that moment, as his hand slipped towards that heat, was now much Ineededhim.
The moment his fingers grazed the apex of my thighs, I let out another moan—not so soft this time. Instinctively, I rocked my hips back into his, relishing the way the hard length of him pressed into my backside.
It was the moan that escaped him, too, however, that truly made me lose myself.
There was, in an instant, nothing other than the forest, than the Wildness that had beckoned to me for so long, nothing other than him.
Nothing other than the way his fingers teased and coaxed a new kind of pleasure out of me that I’d never known possible. He was surprisingly gentle, his black claw-like nails cool against the combined heat of our skin. I felt no fear at the way they grazed my tender skin, not even when they moved deeper towards the core of me. He was obviously practiced in his touch, but it was more than that.
It felt as if he knew my body better than I did.
His other hand, the one not occupied with tempting this overwhelming new building sensation out of me, tightened around my throat. He didn’t steal my breath with his hand, only my blood. The heady rush of him wrapped around me made me gasp again as his fingers circled that bud of pleasure between my legs.
“That’s right, Aurra, My Storm,” he whispered, leaning in. “Remember this.”
Just as that pleasure grew to the point where I didn’t think I could take it anymore, he suddenly slipped one of his fingers further back between my legs and pressed it deep inside me.
A growl of pleasure rumbled through him into me, his cock throbbing as I bucked back against him.
“This,” he whispered, “this is what it will feel like to be mine.”
Stars erupted in my vision as my body caved to his touch. Even when his hands had first begun exploring my body, when he’d first made me understand the feeling of pleasure, it was nothing compared to the feeling that now wracked my body. He held me tight, not letting me go until the shudders that convulsed through me had slowed, then stilled altogether.
