Page 35 of A Kiss from the Fae (Mistress of Magic #2)

‘I knew you would come.’

Finn Beatha, High King of the realm of Murias, removed her cowl-like hooded coat and threw it to one side of the palatial bedroom.

This time, they hadn’t even had to travel through the marketplace and the court of the castle of Murias in which he resided; Faye had passed out underwater and awoken, strangely dry, in the room she remembered so well.

She didn’t trust herself to reply and so remained silent.

‘You called out to me in desire. You called me to be your lover again, sidhe-leth .’ He stood behind her and kissed her collarbone, his hands travelling over her breasts. ‘What took you so long?’

His warm hands smoothed the black silk of the dress she wore.

Already it seemed impossible that just an hour ago she’d been at the party, and moments ago at the muddy tide-line of the Thames.

Already her memory of the ordinary world was fading, and Finn was filling her senses.

She leaned back against him, remembering how his muscled torso fit perfectly against her back; remembering how sure his hands were, how he knew exactly how she wanted to be touched.

‘Are you no longer the human man’s lover?’ Finn breathed against her neck. For a brief second, the mention of Rav made Faye freeze, but she controlled herself with her breath.

‘No.’ She said no more, but it seemed that was enough for Finn.

Faye felt within herself for the anger that had made her summon Finn in the first place.

It was still there, a fire that burned in a rich velvet blackness that threatened to snuff it out.

No , she reminded herself. Tend the fire.

Use it to burn your way out of here if you must. Yet, at the same time, she had to submit to her desire for her plan to work.

And so she turned to Finn and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him down to her.

There was no reason not to now. She’d ended it with Rav.

Lyr’s crystal was stuffed into her bra. She panicked about what to do with it if he undressed her.

‘I’ve missed you,’ she said, and it wasn’t a lie; none of it was, as her lips found his and drank his kisses as if they were wine.

The fire of his touch on her skin made its way to the flame of rage that smouldered deep inside her, and when it made contact, it acted as a current.

The anger flowed into her body and wove itself into her desire for Finn.

This, this , her body told her, as her instinct combined kiss with bite and sweetness with a hunger to consume him she’d never felt before.

Faye dragged him to the bed, her nails digging into his perfect, golden skin.

She’d drawn blood where she’d bitten his lip, and she ran her tongue over it, measuring him with her eyes.

Surprise flashed briefly in Finn’s ocean-blue eyes, but a hungry smile turned up one corner of his mouth.

‘I see that my sidhe-leth has grown claws,’ he murmured as she pushed him onto the wide, deep bed.

‘I am your willing subject, tigress.’ He chuckled, clearly thinking that this was a game.

Faye was grateful for the fact that Finn’s colossal ego – and his love of pleasure – blinded him to the idea that anyone might be able to keep a cool head while they were making love to him.

She tore off her dress. Underneath, she wore only a brief black lace thong and her black strapless bra, which she kept on, hoping he wouldn’t tear it off.

He reached for her, but she pulled away quickly, knowing she had to take control.

Ripping her dress in half, she took both stretches of the black silk and tied his wrists to the golden bars that linked the bedposts.

Finn craned his neck, wanting to kiss her, but she straddled him and sat up away from him and shook her head, smiling.

He groaned as her soft thighs grazed his abdomen. He was hard already; she could feel him against her. She could also feel how wet she was already; her panties were soaking.

The fiery desire that filled her now was something different to before.

She wanted Finn just as much as she had before, lost in a whirlwind of lust. She wanted him inside her, wanted his mouth on every part of her; she wanted to hear him call out her name when he came, urgent and hot.

But unlike before, where she’d felt pulled under the waves, unable to do anything but submit to her most shadowy erotic pleasures, now she wanted to render Finn powerless to resist her actions, not least because she needed to stay focused; she needed to find Aisha.

With Rav, she had revelled in taking the lead, but she had never been able to do it with Finn.

Finn was always in charge. He was her lord and master in the bedroom, and that was how it had always been.

But when Rav had bowed his head to her and treated her like the queen she knew she was, it had filled her with wave upon wave of pleasure.

Slowly, she caressed Finn’s soft, tan skin. She traced the shape of the large kelpie tattoo that reared up the side of his muscular torso and up his neck.

‘ Sidhe-leth . Untie me.’ Finn smiled lazily, but he pulled his arm away from the bedpost with some vigour. ‘You have had your fun.’

‘Oh, no. I haven’t begun yet.’ She smiled, watching him struggle. She was relieved that she had tied him tight, and that the bonds held.

‘Faye. Untie me.’ His voice grew more serious.

‘Not yet,’ she purred, and stood up momentarily to remove her panties. She straddled him again with them wadded up in her hand. ‘I have plans for you.’

Trailing her fingertips along his skin with one hand, she kissed his chest, listening to him moan with pleasure and desire. His hips pushed up under her, but she pressed him down firmly.

‘Oh, I don’t think so.’ She smiled wickedly and held the panties in front of his face. His eyes widened.

‘What do you think you are doing?’ he asked.

‘Exactly what I want,’ she replied levelly. ‘Open wide.’

He stared at her as if seeing her for the first time.

‘The effects of being in the fae realms have begun to take effect on you,’ he said slowly. ‘But you forget who I am. I am the High King of Murias. I submit to no one.’

‘Really?’ She raised an eyebrow, feeling how hard he was under her. Leaning forward, she moved so that his large, velvety and rigid cock nudged at her wet opening. Slowly, she sat back, taking just the tip inside her.

His eyes widened, and he groaned loudly. ‘Faye. Oh…more, take more,’ he commanded, but she shook her head.

‘Open wide,’ she repeated, smiling wickedly. He shook his head.

To tease him further, she pushed down gently a little further. He moaned. ‘Faye,’ he repeated, his voice thick with lust.

‘I know. Open,’ she insisted, and held the panties to his lips. ‘Open up now, or I’ll get off and leave you here.’

She leaned forward and kissed him, and when he opened his mouth for hers, she stuffed the panties inside.

His eyes widened and he made a furious muffled noise.

‘Poor baby.’ Faye stroked his cheek, and as she did so, lowered herself down all the way onto his straining, bulging cock. ‘Am I being mean?’

Finn might have been protesting, but Faye noticed that his ardour hadn’t flagged in the slightest. Interesting.

‘Mmmff,’ he said. Faye nodded as she began riding his cock slowly at the rhythm she needed. Damn, that felt good. She let out a sigh of pleasure as his cock hit every delicious inch of her pussy.

He tried to speed her up with his hips, but she refused.

Instead, she leaned forward to kiss him again; to tease him maddeningly, taking her pleasure from him and refusing his.

She knew that she was going too slowly for him, but she didn’t care.

She was enjoying herself and taking her revenge to some extent.

As her pleasure mounted, she hooked her index finger inside his mouth and drew the panties out slowly.

‘Do you want to come?’ she asked sternly. He nodded desperately, a wild look in his eyes. ‘Good. Then beg me.’

‘Mmmm… what?’

‘I want to hear you tell me how wrong you were to ever refuse me entry to Murias,’ she said.

‘I was wrong. I was wrong, sidhe-leth ,’ he moaned, desperate for release. ‘Please…’

‘Acknowledge that I am your mistress.’ She lowered herself slowly again, taking him all the way inside her, deep into her.

‘You are my mistress. I adore you,’ he moaned. ‘Oh, oh…’

‘You would do anything for me. Allow me anything. Say it .’

‘I allow you anything I can grant. Any boon or pleasure that is in my…’ He groaned, and Faye felt her own pleasure build even higher. She leaned forward and buried her face in his neck, moving forward and back, finding the speed and angle that felt right.

‘That is?’ she murmured as the soft, sweet tightness grew in her thighs and belly.

‘…that is in my power to give, you may have it,’ he murmured. Finding his lips, she kissed him deeply.

‘Give me something then, so I know you’re not lying,’ she whispered in his ear as she moved back and forward. She knew she was only moments away from climax, but so was he. This was her moment. She had to use it.

‘What?’ he gasped. She was in control, and Finn Beatha had lost his. ‘Faye, please, I want to…’

If he managed to orgasm, she’d have lost the opportunity. She slowed down.

‘I want to know…’ She couldn’t just come straight out and ask for Aisha.

What could she ask? ‘I want to know who has been in your bed since I’ve been gone.

’ Perhaps approaching the subject this way would give her a clue.

He’d taken Aisha as his lover, so if he named her, it would give Faye a road to other questions.

‘Many have graced my bed,’ he panted, wild with desire. ‘But none like you, sidhe-leth .’

‘What about Aisha? The girl you stole at the concert?’

Faye brushed her lips against his chest, and he moaned in pleasure.

‘She was here,’ he gasped. ‘Please…let me…’

‘And now? Does she rival me for your affection?’ Faye watched his face closely for a reaction. Finn grimaced, but she couldn’t tell if it was in pleasure or not. ‘Pledge yourself to me. I am your mistress, the queen of your desire.’

‘No, no, Faye, there is no one but you. I have banished them…all, on your arrival.’ He was breathing fast and his eyes were half closed. Faye felt her own orgasm very near.

‘Banished them? Where?’ she panted. She laid on top of him now, her skin against his, hot and slick with sweat.

‘Don’t worry, Faye. You will not be troubled by her now,’ Finn muttered, and she could feel their climaxes coming, unstoppable like a wave. ‘She is deep…deep, oh, oh, Faye…’

‘Deep where? You will tell me, so I can laugh at their misfortune.’ Faye held on to sobriety for one last second before allowing herself to be lost in the pleasure that would cover them both.

‘The lower dungeon!’ he cried out. ‘It is the deepest pit in Murias. Down, all the way down the black stairs, to the bottom.’

‘Good…good,’ she cried, meeting his blue eyes with hers; his were the dark of the deepest ocean, the deepest places that held mysteries, that were alien lands in their own right. She ground against him: once, twice, more , more . Her body cried out, and she gave it what it hungered for.

Her climax came, then, like a wave that crested higher and higher.

She rode him, lost in her pleasure as the ecstasy broke over her and through her abdomen, up to her heart, through her belly and back.

It drummed deep inside her; a primal blackness that resonated red on her closed eyelids.

She threw her head back and cried out, a long guttural cry.

‘Yes, yes, oh, oh…’ Finn’s mouth gasped open, and his body bucked with the force of his orgasm in response to hers.

Faye kept riding him as the echoes of her orgasm transmitted themselves through her body, out to her fingertips, her ears, her scalp, coming to a slow stop as peace filled her soul, and she relaxed against his prone body.

Tenderly, she kissed his lips, his chin, and his chest, before slowly extricating herself from him and crawling to the head of the bed where she undid his wrists from their binds.

Finn enveloped her in his arms and kissed her, long and slow. Faye felt a dreamy languor of him draw her in, but it wasn’t enchantment, just the aftermath of lovemaking, and she didn’t resist it. She’d changed the polarity between them in the act of lovemaking, and the faerie king had accepted it.

She was Finn Beatha’s lover again, but she need not submit only to his desire; he would submit to hers, and when he was distracted, she would find Aisha.

No one could control a faerie king, but in his wildest moments, she could ask him things and make him answer, as she had just done.

Faye felt the wild delight of being fae coursing through her. It felt like a new beginning. It felt right, as if she was finally coming home. Coming home to her true self, a woman of inestimable talents, cloaked in a cape of glittering, erotic faerie power.