Page 21 of Fey Empire (Fey Lords #5)

Chapter twenty

T houghts are spinning and falling. Dream and reality are dancing together. My heart is pumping magic, and my skin is too tight.

Where am I? I think I’m in bed. I think it is before dawn. But I’m not sure of anything.

“Laurie, you are ripe.”

Selwyn’s voice sounds impossibly far away. It has sunk through layers and layers of tangled, swirling thoughts to reach my consciousness.

Oh. I am ripe.

My magic has swelled. My soul has gathered power and become bloated with it. I need to be emptied. Because I cannot wield magic. I can only hoard it.

I had no idea being ripe would feel like this. Before Selwyn tapped me and freed my magic on our wedding night, my power slept within me. Warm, fuzzy and content. I knew once it tasted freedom it would yearn for it. I didn’t know it was going to rage for it.

“I need to take your magic.”

Obviously. Although, to be fair, I think my body is thrashing on the sheets. It is probably perfectly clear that I am delirious. Speaking the obvious is reasonable. It likely seems necessary .

My body moves. It starts to roll over and offer my ass, but Selwyn’s hands stop me. They keep me pinned on my back.

“I like you like this, Little Lamb. I want to watch your pretty face.”

My body complies. My muscles relax and I stayed sprawled back against the sheets. I have already surrendered to him.

“Good boy.”

His fingers wrap around my cock. I yell, and my back arches off the bed. Where did my clothes go? Why is he touching me there? How am I so very hard? Nothing makes sense.

His hand relentlessly strokes. Tight and fast. Pleasure is blooming through me. Soothing and satisfying. Giving my essence what it is craving.

My hips lift up. I whine a wordless plea for more. He pushes down on my stomach and holds me in place, but he is merciful, and his hand pumps my length quicker and harder.

I throw back my head and wail my ecstasy.

“That’s it,” rumbles Selwyn. “Let go. I have you.”

My balls tighten. Euphoria races through me. My orgasm sets me alight. As my cock spurts, some of my magic escapes. Like a slosh from a brimming cup.

Selwyn drinks it up, but I am still so very full.

My lungs heave. My head spins. Gravity is toying with me.

Selwyn slides down the bed. His firm hands gently spread my thighs. I brace myself for his cock, but all of a sudden I’m yelling as his hot, wet tongue is lapping at my hole .

I shudder at the rapture of it. It feels so good, so, so good. This could be heaven, lying here while Selwyn licks ecstasy into my flesh.

A moan tumbles past my lips. A carnal,animalistic sound. Selwyn groans in response.

Colours spark behind my eyelids. Is it really meant to feel like this? I was taught to be quiet. Biddable. Obedient. I was told my body would spill my seed as my soul spills my magic.

Nobody ever said it felt holy.

His tongue licks around and around. Sensation blurs. Everything is golden light that makes me soar. I’m flying through the heavens. Exulting in the sheer joy of it.

Warm, wet, heat. Around and around. Teasing the puckered skin. I can feel myself softening, fluttering, opening.

I’m keening and sobbing. I’m a noisy mess, and I never, ever thought I’d be like this. I don’t think I was much better on my wedding night. How does Selwyn do this to me? How does he whisper to the deep, dark, primal part of myself and coax it into coming out to play?

Do I even care? Does it even matter? He is my husband, I am his consort. The only people who need to be pleased with what happens in our marriage bed are us. What happens between these sheets is private. Intimate and sacred. For us and us only.

If he wants me to sing for him, and I love doing so, where is the sin?

I think it might be all right to surrender to this. Or is that merely what I wish to believe?

His tongue pushes inside me, and there are no more thoughts. His firm hand is still holding me down. There is nowhere for my pleasure to go, so it pours out of my throat in a long cry of decadence and delight.

My body erupts. Another orgasm sparks through every molecule of my being. Another trickle of my magic spills out.

Selwyn doesn’t let me come down. His tongue is replaced by his fingers. He presses on a spot inside me that makes me see stars.

I whimper and writhe beneath him.

“You have been lied to, Little Lamb,” rumbles Selwyn. “You can release your magic when you choose to. Any orgasm distracts the mind enough.”

His fingers burrow deeper, and I gasp. What he is saying is simply not true.

Maybe for fey, but not for humans. For a human vessel, it is the dominance of being taken that forces the magic out.

It is the act of submission and surrender that allows the mage to pull the magic from the vessel. I know this to be true.

Suddenly my back arches right off the bed as another orgasm rages through me with an awe-inspiring fury. It burns bright and then splutters out. Leaving me sprawled weak-limbed and trembling. And still very full of magic.

“If you trusted me, this would work.”

He sounds sad. I should say I’m sorry. I should at least open my eyes. I should do something. But all I can do is lie here naked and aching.

Colours spark and swirl. A flash of agonising heat flows across my body. My magic is trying to burn its way free. Someone is screaming. It might be me.

“Laurie, I am going to have to take you.”

Obviously. Clearly. Finally .

Selwyn positions himself over me. Between my spread legs. There is oil everywhere. I can feel it smeared on my thighs. I can feel it trickling down my crack.

My hole is open. I think he used three fingers or more.

He moves above me. The head of his hard cock notches against my entrance. My magic screeches in my ears. It wants this. Needs this. Demands this.

“Forgive me,” whispers Selwyn.

And he slides home. He fills me with his heat. My body welcomes him. There is a stretch, a slight discomfort as my body opens to make way for him, but most of all, is a sheer, wonderful satisfaction. He is water after a fever. Food after a fast. Sleep after a long day.

Selwyn’s cock inside me is everything I crave. He fills the empty, hollow, aching parts of me. He completes me. He has made me whole.

I am floating on euphoria. There is no longer a mattress under my back. I am existing amongst the stars.

Selwyn moves. His cock eases out a little and then glides right back in. He rocks into me. Slow, shallow, tender, gentle. Treating me carefully. Delicately. As if I’m something easily broken. Or something precious.

I sigh in bliss. There is no more air. I am breathing in sensation and exhaling joy.

Rock, glide, slide. Rock, glide, slide. Each gentle, barely there thrust is pumping more euphoria into me.

This has to be heaven. I must have died. A human body cannot feel like this. I am a spirit, and he is a god. A god granting me his benevolence. Gifting me some of his divine grace. Stuffing me full of his glory.

I want to stay like this forever. Forever and ever. Exist only in this one perfect, beautiful moment .

Glide, rock, slide. Glide, rock, slide.

There is a storm brewing in my soul. Immense and fathomless. Potent beyond comprehension. It is growing and growing. Swelling and gathering strength.

I’m on the cusp of it unleashing. Teetering on the very edge. All this power is going to detonate through me. I will not survive. I’m going to be scattered amongst all the plains of the universe. There will be none of me left.

“I have you, Laurie,” pants Selwyn. “Let yourself fall. I am here to catch you.”

That sounds nice. I can scatter amongst the stars, because he will find me and put all my pieces back together.

I am safe.

I can let go.

My head falls back. I open my mouth and release a scream, as I surrender to my magic, as I surrender to the man holding me.

My muscles clench. My body spasms. My soul ignites.

The peak of my pleasure rolls on and on. My hips thrust. My body clamps down on the cock inside me.

Selwyn lifts me up. He pulls me close to him until I’m straddling his lap. His cock is deep inside me, and his arms are wrapped tightly around my back. I’m pressed against the contours of his naked chest.

I sing as pleasure and magic tears through me.

He holds me as the storm rages through my body and soul. He holds me through it all.

Until there is nothing left but black.