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May

Aldronn kisses me like a drowning man suddenly reaching air, as if touching me is the only way he’ll survive the next moment. He consumes me, eating at my mouth with a passion that shoots straight to my core, setting me alight.

All the blood-pounding danger of only moments ago transforms into something else. My heart races for a much better reason. I’m alive. He’s alive. We’re both so freaking alive together!

While hiding under the deluge of the waterfall, I prayed for Aldronn to rescue me or for my telepathy to let me melt the ogre’s brain. Thank god, one of those happened. The way Aldronn fought for me! He moved like a man possessed, like a god of war and vengeance, every move full of righteous fury and power. And the way he growled that the ogre never should have touched me gave me goosebumps!

It was glorious.

He’s glorious, his mouth hot and hungry and all-consuming.

I moan, fisting his shirt and pulling my way up his body. I need more. I need—

As soon as it starts, it’s over. He pulls away, straightening and striding for the bank.

“Whuh, what?” I sputter, brain still stuck in horny mode.

“I must get you dry and check you for injuries,” he says, his voice going all bossy and commanding.

“Nope, I want to stay wet .” I wiggle against him on the last word, trying to give my clit some of the friction it craves.

He frowns. “Stop that.”

“No.” My dislike of orders and my libido are in full agreement on this. My legs clear the water as he gets closer to land, and I wrap them around him and squirm harder.

“May,” he growls.

“Aldronn,” I mimic. Then I make my voice husky and shoot him a come hither look. “I want you to fuck me.”

He comes to a halt, his eyes going intense. “Are you begging?”

“What?” I rear back. Shit, I forgot that conversation, the one where he promised I’d beg to sleep with him. “No.”

“I think that was begging.” His voice drops to a deep rasp that raises goosebumps all over my skin. He leans so close the breath of his next words teases across my lips like the ghost of the kiss we just shared. “Tell me you’re begging, and I’ll give you exactly what you need.”

“Make me.” I grin and I bite my lip, loving the way his hungry eyes snap to my mouth. “Give me a reason to beg.”

He growls and smirks, the wicked gleam in his eyes shooting straight to my core.

I let out a tiny whimper of need, the barest breath of noise, but the damned fae hears it, his smirk growing downright sinful.

Long strides carry us back toward the falls to the rock cliff beside the plunging deluge. The pink mushrooms that cling to the stone begin to glow in the oncoming night, surrounding us in pink light. Aldronn sets me on a ledge, my back pressed flush to stone still warm from the sun. His eyes narrow at my shiver. “You’re cold.”

I don’t waste my breath trying to deny it. Being in the cool water for so long left me chilled, and without the heat of his body, my damp clothes feel downright icy in the cool evening air.

“You better warm me up, then,” I say.

He reaches back and pulls his shirt over his head. The top part’s still relatively dry, and he blots my hair, squeezing the worst of the water from the wet strands before tossing the shirt in a high arc that sails over to plop onto the bank.

Without fabric in my way, I can finally see his naked chest. Fuck. He’s even more gorgeous than expected. I mean, I knew the guy filled out his clothes, but seeing it…

The last rays of evening sunlight fall around him like a corona, lighting the dips and swells of his muscles. I spent half my time in Europe in museums. What people choose to commemorate in art says a lot about them, plus there’s all the pretty. What’s not to love?

The sculptors of the ancient world made gods emerge from marble. But not a single one of them captured the perfection of the male form I see now.

Aldronn’s shoulders are a work of art, and my palms tingle with the need to grip their wide strength. The only thing better than the shoulders is his chest… and his abs, and shit, his arms are pretty fantastic, too. So really, just all of him.

“Like what you see?”

His amused rumble makes me realize my mouth hangs open. I snap it closed and wiggle forward on the shelf enough to pull off my shirt.

Aldronn’s hand fists around it, and he tosses it to the bank without looking away from me.

I lift my chin. The damp lace of my lavender bra leaves nothing to the imagination. I don’t have a big chest like most American guys want, but I like my body. If Aldronn doesn’t, this can end here and now. I’m not settling for anything less.

“Goddess, May, you’re beautiful.” His dark gaze roves over my bare skin, heating everywhere it touches and melting away any of my worries.

Something tight in my chest relaxes. I always like to think I’m tough, that no one else’s opinion on my body matters, but I’m only human. Of course I want him to like me exactly as I am.

Joy fizzes in my blood as I grin and crook a finger.

Aldronn swoops in for a kiss, moving so quickly he’s almost a blur. His tusks nip at me, hot and hungry, and he moans into my mouth when my tongue slides against his.

God, I’ve never felt so sexy.

His hands tug at my jeans, fingers hooking into the waistband. The heavy wet denim fights him, and he growls, “How do you get these damned things open?”

A huff of laughter escapes me. “I’ll get it.” I push his hands away and pop the metal button free with my thumb.

Aldronn watches like a hawk as if memorizing exactly how to do it, so he can strip me next time. The thought sends a bolt of tingles zipping through my clit. He removes my ankle boots and throws them over onto dry ground, my socks a soggy ball that sails after them.

Then I’m in his arms, held in a bridal carry that lets me shove my jeans off my hips. The fabric peels down my legs until I’m stopped by his arm under my knees. He returns me to the ledge, his warm hands gliding down my thighs to the edge of the denim, then continuing, undressing me as he goes.

He lifts me onto a higher shelf and brings my foot to his mouth, holding my gaze as his tongue licks the hollow of my ankle. It’s never been an erogenous zone before, but it sure as shit is one now. I gasp, squirming, unable to hold still.

Aldronn smirks, hot and wicked, and licks his way up my leg, taking his time, watching my every reaction. He alternates between the soft swipe of his tongue and the delicious scrape of his tusks, the contrast of the two better than either on their own. Fuck, he’s good at this.

By the time he reaches my inner thigh, there’s another waterfall in my panties. They’re completely soaked, and it has nothing to do with my time in the water.

He nuzzles at the purple lace, his nose brushing near my clit without touching where I most want him. “Fuck, May, you smell amazing.”

Then he tongues me through the damp fabric, his tusks pressing into me.

I gasp and clutch at his head as he fastens his mouth over my clit and sucks once, sending tingles bursting through me.

One hand slides over my skin, reaching the cups of my bra and tugging the triangles down until he can pluck at my nipples.

I moan, the sensation exquisite.

His other hand teases the edge of my panty leg, following the lace from my hip to the crease of my inner thigh, leaving my skin burning everywhere he touches. Then his fingers hook under the stretchy fabric, pulling it out of the way. His tongue flicks out, licking over my folds, and he groans, the sound vibrating as his lips move over my heated skin.

“You taste even better than you smell, my little queen.” He smirks up at me, hot and wicked, and plunges his tongue into my core.

“Fuck!” My heels dig into the cliff face, my hips trying to lift from the shelf.

He gives a sinful chuckle, the hand on my breast splaying wide to hold me in place as he continues to fuck me with his tongue.

My heart pounds, my breath coming in excited pants. The pleasure builds, coiling tighter with each lick until I feel like I’m ready to explode.

Aldronn straightens, pulling away so quickly I topple off the ledge.

He catches me.

My heavy-lidded eyes snap wide. “Why did you stop?”

“It seemed an appropriate time.” He smirks and sets me on the lower shelf that puts my butt at the height of his groin.

“Appropriate? You took me right to the edge and stopped! That’s the dictionary definition of the opposite of appropriate!”

“Does that mean you’re ready to beg?” His hand strokes over the large bulge tenting the front of his leather pants.

I bite into my lip and shake my head. “Haven’t seen the goods. Don’t even know what I’d be begging for.”

His grin goes feral as he bends and strips off his boots, sending them sailing over to thump against the ground. Then his hands are on the front of his pants, parting the leather. Before I can get much more than a flash of green, his head blocks my view. He stays bent over until he’s tossed his pants clear. Only then does he stand, lit by the pink glow of the magical mushrooms that cover the cliff all around us.

Fuck.

His dick is glorious. Long and thick and perfectly formed, with a wide head and two rows of piercings glinting along its impressive length, just like in the dream. Milky precum leaks from the tip, and when he wraps his hand around it and gives it two firm tugs, more of the creamy fluid gushes out.

“Are you coming already?” I say in disbelief. I can’t tell if that’s hot or annoying. Hot, to think that eating me out got him that turned on. Annoying, because I want that dick hard and in me.

“Trust me.” He smirks. “If I were coming, it would be so obvious you wouldn’t need to ask.”

Of all the cocky, arrogant, self-aggrandizing—

Fuck, my clit throbs. It seems I really like him being all cocky, arrogant, and self-aggrandizing.

“Let’s sweeten the deal.” He steps closer, pulling his heavy cock down until a large metal piercing mounted right over it comes into view. Magic tingles through the air, and the surface of the sphere shines light blue. Then it moves, stretching and growing and…

My heart skips in shock, and my mouth drops open, my eyes glued to the second dick mounted right above the first. It’s a little smaller than his real cock, which means it’s still as big as the largest human D I’ve ever seen.

“Would you look at that?” he says, a note of wonder in his voice. “It seems my little queen won’t be satisfied by only one cock. She needs two.”

“Hey, now.” I point to the double phalluses. “That’s your body. You did that.”

“No, not me.” He shakes his head, his eyes dark with wicked amusement. “My stud reacts to your desires, becoming what you want most.”

My core clenches. Fuck. I’ve never admitted to anyone that I have a double penetration fantasy. Hell, I barely admit it to myself, even though I bought a special toy I use for butt stuff.

I shake my head. Even if I want to try DP with another person, I need to be prepped for it, and I don’t want to take time for all of that right now. I’m far too aching and empty and impatient to wait.

Aldronn traps both my wrists in one of his huge hands, pinning them to the rock wall over my head so that my back arches, breasts thrust forward.

Oh, yeah? Two can play at this game. I lift my legs and clamp them to his sides, stretching myself wide open. His eyes dip down for long seconds before meeting my gaze, the heat in them molten.

“You want my cocks, little queen?” He leans closer, his deep voice vibrating through me. “Beg.”

“Never.” I bite my lip. We both know I’m going to give in—or at least, I know I will. But this game is too delicious. I want to see what he’ll do next.

His wicked smirk shows I haven’t fooled him. He lifts his other hand, the one covered in his cream, and smears a damp fingertip over my erect nipple.

Fire flashes through me, burning along my nerves, setting my entire body alight. I hover on the edge of orgasm, gasping and shivering and so, so ready . “Oh, god! What is that?”

“Orc seed is an aphrodisiac.”

“Understatement much?” I pant. “Fuck me.”

“Are you begging now?” He palms my whole breast, rubbing his seed into my skin in another bolt of desire. Then his voice snaps with command. “Beg.”

My core clenches. God, why do I like that so much? I’m supposed to hate authority!

I shake my head.

“Beg me, May,” he orders. His hips jerk so close the end of his cock teases my clit for a split second before disappearing again.

I grit my teeth for one more moment, then give in. “Fuck me… please. There, I said please. That’s as close as you’re getting.”

“It will do.” He tips his head regally, a king granting a favor.

It pisses me off, but it’s also really fucking hot, especially when he adds, “This is the first time I’ve had two erections. Tell me what you want.”

“I want your real dick in me this time. The magical one can… press on things.”

“Press?”

“Maybe vibrate.”

There’s that sinful smirk again. My thighs squeeze him more tightly.

He wraps his hand around his main cock and brings it to my entrance, coating me in more of his fluid. The tip of the silver one presses against my clit and does exactly what I asked—it begins to vibrate.

“My delectable bride. I want her more than I’ve ever wanted anyone in my entire life.”

Aldronn’s words flash through my mind, and the desire he feels for me floods my entire body, so intense it tips me over the edge. Tingling warmth explodes outward as I come, screaming my pleasure to the sky.