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K ian

The perfect solution.

Fun.

No big deal.

I agree wholeheartedly with almost everything McColl has said.

Us having sex would be the practical solution.

The thought sends me into overdrive, only because I want her so much.

Sinking into her tight heat would be…it would be everything.

It would mean so much to me. More than just casual. More than just a tumble.

That’s why this is probably a bad idea. It wouldn’t be just fun to me. Or no big deal. It would be a fucking huge deal. I feel so much for her. More than can be put into simple words right now. But that is the man talking, not the fae king.

I need to put my feelings aside. My powers would come in handy during this war. One night. I could make the most of each second with this woman. Moving on will be the hard part. Not this. This part will be easy, and that is why I’m questioning going down this path.

“What do you want? You asked me to take you to bed…then you said, ‘I want,’ but you didn’t finish. What do you want, McColl?”

“You.”

Despite everything, I smile. “That’s not what you were going to say.”

“I want you to make me feel good. I want to feel pleasure, but I know that I need not worry. Not with you, Kian.” She licks her lush lips, and it has my shaft thickening in my braies.

This female.

This witch.

I allow myself to look at her naked form. To take her all in…and almost fall to my knees, she’s so damned perfect.

“Lie down on the bed, McColl.” My voice is a rough rasp of sheer need.

She turns, walking to the bed, and I groan softly. I don’t think she has any idea just how incredible she is. Her breasts sway as she climbs up on the bed. Her skin is luminous in the soft, magical light filtering through the windows. Every curve, every line of her is breathtaking.

I toe off my boots, never taking my eyes from her as she settles against the pillows, her dark hair fanning out like silk.

My hands go to the laces of my shirt, pulling it slowly over my head. Her eyes track every movement, widening as she takes in my chest, the royal marking that covers my left side. The way she looks at me makes my cock impossibly hard and my balls pull tight.

McColl may be doing this for practical reasons, but she wants me…every inch of me.

I climb onto the bed beside her, bracing myself on one elbow as I look down at her.

Her honey-kissed skin is soft. Her breasts are crowned with pink nipples that harden under my scrutiny.

The curve of her waist, the gentle flare of her hips, what is nestled between her thighs makes my mouth water for a taste – she’s more beautiful than any fantasy I could have conjured.

And for tonight, she’s mine.

“You’re sexy as sin, McColl,” I murmur, reaching out to trace the line of her collarbone with one finger. “So perfect.”

She shivers under my touch, her breath catching. I lean down and capture her lips with mine, pouring all of my want, all of my need into the kiss. She responds immediately, her arms coming up to wind around my neck, her fingers tangling in my hair. Her breasts pressing against my chest.

The kiss turns heated quickly, our tongues dancing together as I taste her sweetness. She makes soft sounds against my mouth that drive me wild, her body arching up toward mine. I trail my lips down her neck, feeling her pulse flutter beneath my tongue.

“Kian,” she breathes, and the sound of my name on her lips is better than any music.

I continue my descent, kissing and sucking at the sensitive skin of her throat before moving lower to her breasts.

I take one nipple into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the hardened peak while my hand cups her other breast, thumb brushing over her nipple until she’s gasping and writhing beneath me.

“Oh,” she moans, her back arching as I move from one to the other until both nipples are swollen and sensitive. Then I cup her full breasts in my hands, marveling at their weight. She’s all woman. So soft and feminine.

I kiss my way down her stomach, feeling her muscles quiver under my lips. When I reach the apex of her thighs, I pause, looking up at her. Her eyes are dark with desire, her lips parted as she pants softly.

“Open your legs for me, McColl,” I say, my voice rough and desperate.

She nods, doing as I ask of her. The sight of her sex, already glistening with desire, makes my mouth water. I start slowly, pressing gentle kisses to her inner thighs before moving to her center.

The first touch of my tongue to her slit makes her cry out, her hips jerking upward. She tastes like honey and desire, intoxicating and perfect. I explore her with my mouth, finding the sensitive bundle of nerves at the top of her sex and focusing my attention there.

“Kian, oh goddess! Of moons…oh!” she gasps, her fingers fisting in the bedsheets as I work her clit with my tongue, laving over it.

I slide one finger into her tight heat, then another, feeling her muscles clench around me as I stroke in and out while continuing to worship her with my mouth.

She’s already wet, my fingers slipping and sliding into her with ease.

Her breathing becomes ragged, her body trembling as I bring her higher and higher. I suck on her little nub, working her channel a little faster. I can feel her tightening around my fingers, her thighs quivering on either side of my head.

“Oh, gods! Ooooh, Kian. It’s… I…it…”

“Let go, love,” I murmur against her flesh, suckling on her.

“Oh, yes. I—” she starts, but the words dissolve into a wordless cry as her orgasm crashes over her.

Her channel tightens around my fingers. Her back arches off the bed, her inner muscles clenching rhythmically around my fingers as waves of pleasure wash through her.

Her mouth is open wide. Her eyes, too. Her hands clench on the bedcovers in time with the clenching of her body.

I continue my gentle ministrations until she’s trembling and gasping, completely spent. When I finally lift my head, she’s staring at me with wide, shocked eyes, her chest heaving as she struggles to catch her breath.

“That was…” she starts. “It…passes as pleasurable.”

“Passes?” I lift my brows. “You make it sound barely acceptable.”

“No…no…” She’s sucking in air. “It was…acceptable.”

“I’ll have to do better, then.” I smile, licking my lips and the taste of her off of them. Fucking delectable.

I move up her body, pressing soft kisses to her skin as I go. “Are you still alright?”

She nods, still looking dazed.

“We could stop here. There’s no pressure,” I check, though every fiber of my being hopes she says yes, and it has nothing to do with practicalities or anything else but her and me…us…this. Tonight.

She looks up at me, her eyes clear and certain despite the lingering haze of pleasure. “I don’t want to stop. In fact, I insist you continue…please.”

I laugh softly. “Okay then, McColl.”

I get up on my knees, unlace my trousers, and push them down, kicking them away.

McColl’s eyes immediately drop to between my legs, where my shaft juts from my body, and I hear her intake of breath as she takes in my size.

Fae are big. We’re big in stature…big everywhere, and I am larger than most. There is a mixture of desire and uncertainty in her expression.

“You’ll be fine,” I tell her softly, moving to settle between her thighs. “I would never hurt you.”

I feel her relax, thankful that she trusts me.

Then I position myself at her entrance, using my hand to stroke her sex gently, making sure she’s ready for me. She’s slick from her earlier release. It doesn’t take long before she’s panting and lifting her hips, trying to meet me.

“You ready?”

“Yes,” she chokes out. “Please.”

Slowly, carefully, I begin to push into her tight folds. The sensation is overwhelming; she’s so warm, so perfectly tight around me that I have to close my eyes. I groan deep and low as I bottom out inside her. I can’t help it. Being inside her is…it…it feels amazing and in all ways.

“Kian,” she gasps; her nails dig into my back as her body adjusts to accommodate me. “Please…I want you…I’m desperate for you.”

An understatement, if I ever heard one.

McColl

I’m still buzzing from my orgasm, and already I can feel another building, even though he isn’t moving. I wish he would move. I need him to.

“Kian.” The heels of my feet are digging into his meaty ass. He has most of his weight on his arms, which are on either side of me. I’m caged in by hot, hard male. “Please…I want you…I’m desperate for you.”

He pulls out slowly and then pushes in, and we both groan. “We will need to do this again,” he tells me.

“What do you mean?” I pant out.

“We need to have sex again tonight. This time will be quick. It’s been a while since I was with someone. I’m rusty and so turned on…I’m not going to last.” He groans again, his eyes drifting closed. His face is filled with wonder, awe, and such pleasure.

He’s beautiful. The most handsome man I have ever seen. More so in this moment, his face tight with need.

“Okay…I don’t mind. Take your pleasure.”

He puts the tip of his finger on my nub, and moments later, he starts to move. My eyes widen.

Kian takes my breath with every hard thrust. The bed slams against the wall, but I don’t care. I don’t care about anything except this.

His finger is doing wicked things to me.

He knows just how to touch me. My toes curl.

My back bows. My mouth falls open. I’m making obscene noises, but then, so is he, and I love it.

I love that I have this effect on him. Kian isn’t the type to lose control easily, and yet, right now, he is unraveling fast.

“Oh, McColl,” he pants against my neck, his movements becoming more urgent, more desperate.

“Yes!” I yell.

He keeps slamming into me over and over. My body singing for his. My sex tightening. My belly, too. My hands tighten around his biceps, my head thrown back. I can’t get air. I can’t…