Page 50 of Faeling (Monstrous World #4)

She parted her legs for him as he approached, and he purred with praise. “My good girl,” he rumbled, burying his nose where her scent was richest.

Setting his lips against her sensitive clitoris, he deepened his purr, letting her feel the vibrations. Ravenna gasped, the fingers carding through his mane turning to talons. She held him there between her thighs, directing him with greedy rolls of her hips and presses of her palms.

He spent long moments lapping at her, enjoying every reaction as he ran his tongue from cunt to clitoris. She wept for him, slick glistening along her rosy flesh and running down her thighs.

A feast fit for a king.

Pinning her hips with a heavy arm, he set his thumb to circling her clitoris as his tongue delved down to indulge. He rimmed her entrance before pushing inside, curling his tongue against her trembling inner wall.

Ravenna thrashed on the bed, chest heaving, the golden chains round her neck, some as fine as thread, tangling in her midnight hair.

One of her heels dug into the dip between his shoulders, and Vallek, wise to her tells, withdrew his tongue. She whined and growled at him, only to gasp his name as he pushed first one and then two fingers inside.

“That’s it, love. Come on my hand and then we’ll see about my cock.”

She might have barked something at him, but the words morphed into a long moan of abandon. Her body tensed, her tight cunt contracting around his fingers. Gently, he pushed his fingers apart, a little more with every pulse, readying her as much as he could.

The moment before climax, he worked a third finger inside, stretching her. Ravenna whined and mewled, brows snapped together in a rictus of pleasure. As reward, he set his tongue along the other side of her clitoris, sweeping around the base.

With a choked gasp, she came apart. Her cunt milked his fingers, as if to draw him further in, wringing every scrap of pleasure she could as he held them still inside her. Vallek greedily sucked and kissed her clitoris, prolonging the pleasure for as long as he could.

When she collapsed back on the bed, body limp, he purred with satisfaction. Kissing the delicate skin of her inner thigh, he began to move his fingers again, little movements that kept her flesh sensitized and her body prepared.

He straightened from his kneel before the bed, climbing in beside her.

Laid out comfortably on his side, he arranged her how he wished, petting her as she came down from the precipice.

His cock throbbed angrily at her hip, but he could ignore it for now; the sight she made, all flushed and dazed with swollen lips, was too delicious to miss.

Soon. Finally. We’ll have our mate.

Vallek was as surprised as he was delighted when she turned to face him.

He expected more kisses, perhaps soft whispers across the pillows, but instead, she used her hands to gently urge him onto his back.

He watched with intense interest as she sat up over him, those dark brows arching again in a sultry expression.

“Shall we see about your cock?” she said.

Before he could answer, he felt the warm press of her magic slither over him.

It bound him to the bed in an invisible hold, ephemeral cuffs at his shins, wrists, and neck.

He could wiggle a little, and he suspected if he really tried, he could break free, but otherwise, he was laid out before her, a helpless offering.

His cock pulsed painfully, a little spend leaking from the head onto his belly. Gods, he’d never found being kept immobile alluring before, but everything Ravenna did seemed to please him, even those parts he knew nothing about.

Her magic spread like a blanket across the rest of his body, up his legs, across his arms, down his chest. Everywhere but his cock.

That she claimed for herself, her hand smoothing up and down the underside before taking him in a firm grip.

Her magic was impossibly soft, even where it held him down at the limbs and neck, caressing his skin, swirling over his nipples, even kissing his lips, for she couldn’t reach both his cock and mouth at once.

Her rhythm was purposeful and maddening, almost as much as the little grin she wore.

Pressed to his side, her breasts mashed into his abdomen, he could feel the erect points of her nipples, a distracting layer of sensation.

Sometimes she lifted up to trace her nipples across his skin, making them both gasp; others, she leaned down to press fluttering kisses to his abdomen, making the muscles jump beneath her lips.

Always her hand moved, lubricated by the spend leaking from his swollen cockhead. The fat veins lining the shaft pulsed and throbbed, his cock nearly moving of its own accord whenever she loosened or changed her grip.

He bared his teeth at the ceiling when her magic gathered below her hand, pooling in a slight, warm weight along his bollocks. She juxtaposed the soft caress with a firm twist of her wrist at his cockhead.

Orgasm gathered at his lower back, but Vallek fought against it valiantly.

“Inside you,” he growled, “ I need inside you, skala .”

“I think maybe we should take the edge off,” she teased, neither hurrying her movements nor giving him any quarter.

He snarled, testing his restraints. Her magic held, telling him silently that she wished to play longer.

Slumping back onto the bed, Vallek resigned himself to his fate.

His hellion wished to play, and he was nothing if not her servant.

Whatever the reason, for now, she found flirtation and playfulness preferable to the more intense moments they’d shared.

While she might be ready for his cock, he thought perhaps she wasn’t prepared for the more intimate connection to be had in sex.

She wanted dirty talk and praise, not I love you’s.

That was all right. For now. He’d have both, in the end. And sooner rather than later, if he had his way. Which he usually did and would in this.

And so Vallek submitted to her attentions, dutifully coming all over her hand and his belly when he could bear it no longer. She demanded all that he could give her, hand keeping up the pace along his soaked, sticky shaft.

When he thought the climax had begun to release its grip on him, she surged up his body to sink her fangs into the meat of his left pectoral, just over where his heart pumped wildly. With a grunting yelp, he came again, lashing her hip and flank with more pearlescent spend.

Body rigid in his surprise and rapture, he shuttled his cock through her hand, pumping furiously. Air kissed every tooth, his lips peeled back in a grimace of ecstasy as she pulled her fangs from his flesh and swirled her tongue across the little punctures.

When she lifted her head to grin at him, a dribble of blood escaped the corner of her mouth. She caught it with her tongue before drawing her spend-soaked fingers into her mouth, licking each clean.

Vallek growled, his hunger unabated. He tested his bonds again but found them still in place. Gods, he couldn’t take much more. He needed to be inside her, to pound her tight cunt and kiss the smug grin off her face.

Ravenna threw a leg over his waist, her warm, wet cunt teasing his abdomen as she leaned down to kiss him. He tasted himself on her lips, his spend and blood mixing with her own essence to drive him nearer to frenzy.

If she wasn’t careful, she’d incite his rutting instinct.

He’d thought to be a bit more civilized their first time, but his hellion enjoyed flirting with danger.

She pulled away, no matter how his lips clung to hers, smiling down at his torment before sliding off the bed.

Flouncing over to the linen cupboard, she pulled out a cloth to clean him up.

Her swipes over his belly were prolonged and meant to tease, and she was careful to leave his cock, still at half-mast for her, glistening.

When next she met his gaze, Vallek matched her arrogant grin. Nodding at the sideboard, he told her, “Top drawer, on the right, there’s a glass bottle. Bring it here.”

She lifted one brow at being bossed about, but his patience was wearing thin.

Ravenna opened the drawer and pulled out the bottle, holding up the clear liquid to the dim light. Carrying it back with her, she set it on his abdomen before climbing onto the bed.

He needed to have stairs made for her. All the better for her to walk right into their bed and sit on his waiting cock.

Pulling out the glass stopper, she held the bottle to her nose to smell. A knowing smile curled her lips.

“Vallek Far-Sight indeed,” she quipped.

She poured a generous dollop into her palm before setting the bottle on the side table. Taking his swollen shaft in her hand, she spread the syrupy liquid up and down. Warm tingling followed in her wake, the lubricant stimulating every nerve ending.

Vallek tested his bonds again and found them looser, perhaps because she was distracted by how, in just a few strokes, his cock stood erect in her hand again, gleaming in the low light. Lifting a hand finally, the rest of his bonds fell away.

He pushed himself higher on the bed, head resting comfortably on the pillows. Catching her knee, he drew her up with him as he took hold of the base of his cock.

“You’ll set the pace, love, but let me touch you at least.”

Biting her lip, she nodded before again throwing her leg over his hips. Hands spread for balance on his lower abdomen, her curtain of dark hair fell around them as she looked down to watch her hips descend.

Vallek held his breath—and his cock still as she came to him. He couldn’t help his hiss of pleasure when her cunt kissed his cockhead, and his purr dropped into a growl as he watched her slowly take him.

After a deep breath, Ravenna lowered her hips, and the head slid inside her.

“Ooh,” she moaned, fingers digging into his skin.