Page 26 of Fey Empire (Fey Lords #5)

Chapter twenty-five

I drift awake languidly, sprawled on my back in Selwyn’s wonderfully comfortable bed. Soft sheets beneath me. Feather pillow under my head.

But no covers on top of me? I frown with my eyes closed. I’m not cold. But why don’t I have any covers on?

I open my eyes and find myself staring into Selwyn’s eyes. He is propped up on his elbows and staring down at me rather intensely. I’m caught in his gaze and already drowning.

Oh my stars! My nightgown has rucked up in the night and now it is bunched up somewhere near my armpits. I’m practically naked.

And very hard.

“Pleasure yourself,” Selwyn all but growls.

The deep rumble chases the last bit of sleep away. Now I’m very awake and very aroused. My entire being is laser-focused on one thing and one thing only.

I swallow, and my hand goes obediently to my cock. I begin to stroke myself with clumsy, uncoordinated movements.

Pleasure sparks instantly. My body craves this with a need fuelled by a lifetime of pent-up urges. Desire is always hovering just below my skin, waiting and watching for any opportunity.

“Eyes open, Little Lamb. Don’t look away. Look at me as you writhe.”

Heat floods my veins. Everything becomes golden and bright. I am already floating.

The gold flecks in Selwyn’s eyes brighten as he holds my gaze. His pupils widen. There is a trace of colour along his cheekbones. He is enjoying watching me.

My hand works faster. Selwyn hasn’t given me any oil, and I don’t mind. It’s a different sensation without it and I’m enjoying exploring it. I want to explore all the things.

My cock swells. Precum is leaking from the tip. Desire is coiling out from low in my belly. My heart is beating with lust.

A breathy moan escapes me. Selwyn’s pink tongue pokes out and licks along his bottom lip leaving it glistening.

It is so hot in here. I’m about to combust. I’m going to burn up, and it is going to be glorious.

My cock throbs in my hand. I tighten my grip, and just like that, I ignite into flames.

My orgasm burns through me, faster and hotter than a wildfire. I cry out. My hips lift up, and through it all Selwyn holds my gaze. He drinks everything in. He watches me cum, and he exults in the sight of it.

My hand flops down onto the mattress. I’m panting and sweaty yet again. I never knew sex was such a damn good workout. At this rate, I’m going to be super fit in no time at all .

As I struggle to breathe, Selwyn moves. His head lowers, down and down. Where is he going? What is he doing? Surely he can see I’m spent?

His hot tongue swipes across my belly. Scorching a trail. Lapping at my skin.

Oh stars above, he is licking up my mess! He is cleaning up my cum with his tongue! I have never heard of such a thing.

The sensation pulls a gasp from me, and my cock tries to rally. I really am a wanton beast. My body worships and obeys Selwyn. My flesh behaves as if I was created for him, for this. Maybe I was.

Perhaps Mother and her people have it twisted and wrong. Vessels are meant to serve mages, that part is true, but not with shame and silence, but with joy and ecstasy.

I sigh in sated bliss as Selwyn lifts his head. I think I am clean now. But he doesn’t move away. He moves up the bed. He straddles me, up high, near my shoulders. Now his wonderful, very hard cock is right in front of my face.

“Open up, Little Lamb,” he whispers softly.

My mouth falls open, as wide as it can go.

He grins, and feeds me his cock. The heavy silken weight slides over my tongue and down into my throat. I moan around it as my eyes flutter closed. His manly scent is flooding my senses. I could die happy like this.

He thrusts. His cock slides over my lips and tongue. It fills my throat. I open even wider. My jaw is going to hurt, but I could not care less.

He thrusts again. I’m too full of him to breathe. But it is not making me panic. It is making me feel peaceful and calm. My mind is quiet for the first time ever .

His hips move. He starts fucking my face in earnest. I’m seeing stars and floating on euphoria. He is big and strong above me. Seeking his pleasure in me. Making me his.

I’m drooling around him. He feels so good in my mouth. I think I’m getting hard again, but I’m too consumed by the sensation of him filling my throat to be aware of anything else.

Suddenly, he grunts and pushes deeper than before. His cock throbs on my tongue, and his cum pours into my stomach. He holds still for one long glorious moment, then he withdraws.

My chest sucks in a huge lungful of oxygen. My limbs are trembling, and my heart is pounding. My mind is dizzy. All my rambling thoughts have been tamed. There is only peace.

I turn my head. He is lying on his back beside me. Grinning like the cat who got the cream. And he hasn’t left.

Am I hallucinating?

“I have been neglecting you,” he says suddenly and unexpectedly as he stares up at the canopy above us. “It is our honeymoon. You should be my only priority.”

He turns his head to look at me. “What do you wish to do today?”

I blink. He is offering to spend the day with me? How wonderful! I really must have pleased him this morning.

Abruptly, the sound of Loki scratching herself reaches me.

Oh my goddess! I hope she slept through all of that!

Maybe she shouldn’t sleep in our bedchamber, even though her bed is on the other side of the room?

But she’d be so sad if I locked her out, I’d have to make it up to her, which actually leads me to a perfect idea !

“Can we walk Loki in the gardens!” I blurt.

Selwyn’s eyebrows all but disappear into his hairline. Astonishment swirls in his eyes.

“I am a prince. A powerful mage, and extremely wealthy,” he says.

I nod in agreement. I know all of this, it is very impressive.

“And the only thing you ask me for is a walk?” He sounds so incredulous it is nearly comical.

“Yes?” I answer, somehow making it sound like a question. A walk with him in the gardens while Loki bounds along, sounds wonderful. Does he want me to change my mind?

He chuckles suddenly and smiles warmly. His eyes flash. “Oh Little Lamb, you are precious.”

I was right, walking in the gardens with Selwyn is wonderful. He is teaching me the names of all the plants and explaining their properties. He knows a lot about plants. No wonder he has a room stuffed full of them.

As we stroll, Loki trots along, sometimes in front of us, sometimes behind as she gets engrossed in sniffing something. She looks so very happy it is going to make my heart burst.

The sun is playing peek-a-boo with a light scattering of clouds, and the three of us are seemingly alone. It truly is a lovely day .

“I have not been treating you as you deserve,” Selwyn suddenly says.

My head whips around to face him. “You treat me better than anyone ever has!”

A stricken look crosses his face. A look of pain clouds his eyes. Then he shakes it away. He drops his gaze and stops walking to look at a pretty yellow flower.

I pause and wait for him.

“You deserve the world, Laurie. I wish I could give it to you,” he says quietly to the flower.

I frown. We were having a lovely time. What has brought this strange mood on?

A silence settles over us. Three paces away, Loki starts digging, her front paws determinedly scraping at the ground. She’s going to make quite a hole. But given the wild state of the gardens, I don’t think anyone will mind.

“I find my feelings for you complicated,” Selwyn says.

My attention snaps back to him. He is still regarding the beautiful yellow flower and not looking at me.

His words rattle around my head, and my heart sinks. Oh. That was a very nice way of saying he doesn’t like me.

Selwyn takes in a deep breath. “The intensity is frightening. Sometimes I resent the power it holds over me.” He pauses and breathes again. “If you would grant me your grace, I shall endeavour to be worthy of it.”

He turns slowly to face me. I blink up at him. Is it the translator or my own stupidity that is causing me difficulty? Whatever the cause, I’m not grasping what he is saying.

I glance down at the yellow flower he is holding. He plucked it? I thought he said plucking flowers was a terrible waste and should only be reserved for extremely special occasions?

His eyes lift to mine. Swirling with emotion. His hand moves, and he carefully tucks the flower behind my ear, threading the stem through the plait he wove there this morning after we shared another bath.

My eyes widen. My stomach flutters with stupid, wistful hope. My mind scrambles over what he just said.

Then my mouth is falling open, and my hand is clamping over it.

He likes me, and he is not used to it, so it makes him grumpy, and he is asking ?me to be patient with him.

He likes me! Selwyn is saying he likes me! My husband is fond of me! This is amazing. It is far beyond my wildest dreams.

A beautiful smile stretches across his face, and his eyes sparkle.

My heart goes crazy in response, and it is quite right. This is beyond wonderful. It is perfect.

My husband likes me.

I don’t care about anything else. It’s all insignificant. It doesn’t matter what he is up to.

Because when your husband has feelings for you, what’s a little treason?