Page 30 of Fey Empire (Fey Lords #5)

Chapter twenty-nine

T he art studio is lovely, but there is something about simply casually drawing while curled up on a settee. Especially with a fire crackling in the fireplace, and your husband sitting across from you reading a book. All while a puppy curls at your feet.

It is summer, so the fire is decadent. But old, large buildings are usually chilly all year round, and Buckingham Palace is certainly old and large. And besides, if a prince can’t be decadent, then who can?

I hum softly to myself as I work on the shading of Mabon’s horns. His confrontation earlier today was scary, but he looked magnificent. Hopefully, I can capture the righteous fury in his eyes. It was a striking look on such a feminine-looking man. So powerful and strong.

Before something changed, and everything came crashing down. With no clear reason why.

“Mabon was strange today,” I say.

Selwyn chuckles. “Mabon is always strange.”

I look up. Selwyn is still reading his book.

“Dyfri was worried,” I add.

Selwyn’s gaze meets mine, the book forgotten in his hand. “What happened? ”

Oh no. Me and my big mouth. I should never have said anything out loud. What was I thinking?

“Sorry! I didn’t mean to gossip and tell tales!”

Selwyn gives me a soft, reassuring smile. “I like knowing what my brothers are up to.”

Warmth flows over me. I’m not in trouble. But I am a gossip.

“Dyfri and Mabon were bickering, and Dyfri told Mabon he wouldn’t understand because he is not a rhocyn, and Mabon went all funny. Like he had a turn. Blake had to take him away.”

Alarm flashes in Selwyn’s brown eyes, but then his expression turns thoughtful.

“Then Dyfri muttered something about revenge on whoever hurt Mabon,” I add.

Selwyn grins suddenly. “Mabon being dramatic and Dyfri being vengeful sounds perfectly normal to me.”

I suppose he does have a point. I don’t know Mabon very well, but every encounter I have had has been rather dramatic. As for Dyfri being vengeful, well, that fits.

“Shall we go to bed?” Selwyn says as he gets to his feet.

I blink in surprise, and then my cheeks start burning. Which is ridiculous because all we ever do at night is sleep. It is the mornings that are fun.

“Good idea,” I reply automatically.

It is ingrained in me to agree with my husband. And training aside, it is late, and I am tired. Nevermind that being tucked up in bed with Selwyn sounds lovely.

I put my sketchbook down and get to my feet too. Together, we walk to the bedchamber with Loki trotting behind us .

I duck into the dressing room to quickly change. I pull on the lace that I have learnt causes all my robes to spill down, then I grab a clean white nightgown from the rail and pull it over my head.

I’m back in the bedchamber in no time at all. Loki is curled up on her bed.

Selwyn is already under the sheets. I suspect he is naked. He usually sleeps that way.

Fighting my ridiculous blush, I get into bed.

Selwyn clicks his fingers and the room goes dark. Everything is cosy and warm. But I don’t feel peaceful. There is a peculiar frisson of energy trembling within me.

I yelp as suddenly Selwyn’s hand is gently cupping my hard cock.

He chuckles. “Your body likes me.”

I’m so glad it is dark in here. I must be the colour of a tomato. It is on the tip of my tongue to declare that all of me likes him, but I can’t get the words out.

“Do you wish to play?” he asks softly.

Oh my. Everything can be as easy as that. There is no need to be embarrassed or flustered. This is my husband. This is our marriage bed. There is no shame if we want to… play.

I nod eagerly, with great audacity. Then I remember it is dark in here, and I squeak out a, “Yes!”

“I’m very pleased to hear that, Little Lamb.”

My cock throbs. It has learnt that whenever Selwyn calls me Little Lamb, good things happen.

“Can we put Loki in the sitting room first!” I blurt.

Selwyn chuckles and gets out of bed to do my bidding. Loki follows him obediently when he calls her name. She is such a good girl .

Selwyn steps back into the bedroom and shuts the door. I feel a little mean, but Loki has a bed in the sitting room, as well as food and water bowls. She even has a basket of toys. She will be fine.

The bed dips as my husband joins me. My heart flutters as he slides closer to me. His hand goes to my nightgown and bunches it, up and up, until all of me is exposed.

Okay, clearly we are not wasting any time tonight, and that is just fine by me.

Selwyn’s finger traces down my naked chest. It circles a nipple. I shudder, and my nipples harden immediately. Simply from anticipation.

He takes one between his thumb and forefinger and rolls it gently. The sensation shoots straight down to my cock, and I moan.

“So responsive,” he whispers with appreciation. “Shall I have you pierced? With silver chains I can tug on any time I choose?”

He tightens his grip into a pinch. Sparks flash behind my eyelids.

“Or I could pierce you with little silver rings that hum and thrum and pulse. It would feel like my fingers were on you always. I could have you walking around court, aroused and craving me.”

He sits up and begins tugging on my other nipple. Teasing both of my nipples at once. My back arches and I moan.

“Shall we see if you can cum from nipple play alone? Shall I twist, tug, flick and rub all night? Suckle on you until the dawn?”

My lungs stutter. That sounds like torment. I don’t think I can orgasm like this, but I can certainly hover close to it. If he does this to me all night, I will become a sobbing, pleading, aching mess.

“I think I will fit you with Ffiol ddiden .”

Dizziness spins through me as the translator blanks and allows me to hear the Fey words directly. It is a beautiful language.

He circles my nipples. “You can wear it always. It will suck and lick your nipples whenever I tell it to. You can wear a butt plug too, one that feels like my fingers or cock. Wherever you are around court. At any time of day or night, I can make you cum. Or just make you scream.”

Oh goddess. I think this is just dirty talk, and the idea should be awful, but for some reason my cock is getting harder and harder.

“Some say if a Ffiol ddiden is worn long enough, even males will start to produce milk. Would you like that, Little Lamb? Your chest all heavy, full and leaking for me? I’d be the only one allowed to drink from you.”

A needy, whimpering noise rises up from somewhere deep inside me.

“I could suckle from you all night long. Easing the ache in your chest. Granting you blessed relief. I would drink and drink from you while my fingers worked the sweet spot in your ass. Milking you from both ends all night long.”

He pinches both nipples hard, and I cry out. Pleasure and euphoria races through me. Fey dirty talk really is doing things to me. I don’t understand why, and I don’t much care. The only thing I want is more.

His head lowers. His fingers let go of one of my nipples. His burning hot tongue licks over my swollen and sore nub. I wail and see stars .

He sucks my puffy nipple into his wet mouth, and I sob. The pleasure is so intense it is nearly pain.

He sucks and sucks, and my ecstasy grows and grows. My orgasm is smouldering. Building intensity. When it releases, it is going to be a supernova.

His horns are swaying near my face as he works on pulling delight from my nipple. I catch one tine and stroke it gently. Selwyn shivers, and the antler throbs.

Impulsively, I lift my head up and wrap my lips around the tine. It is a similar size and shape as a finger. I suck on it. It feels wonderful in my mouth. Smooth and warm.

Selwyn shudders. Then he groans, deep, low, and utterly inhuman.

It takes me a moment to realise he has fallen completely still. He is no longer sucking my nipple. He is no longer doing anything. Except focusing on what I am doing to him.

I suck harder and run my tongue around the tine in my mouth.

Suddenly, Selwyn is moving, pulling his antler out of my mouth. He looms above me, eyes glowing golden in the dark, nearly bright enough to light up the room. He looks feral and wild.

He growls.

Almost too low for my human ears to hear. I feel it though. All of it. Reverberating through me and rendering me motionless. My muscles are no longer responding to me.

It is a growl to disable prey.

His hand shoots out, and the next thing I know, I’m on my stomach and the world is spinning. He flipped me over as if I weigh nothing .

I feel him move over me. His hands each take an ass cheek, with a touch that feels like a brand. He pulls my cheeks apart, and then his mouth attacks my hole.

I cry out as a barrage of sensations hits me. His tongue is in me. His lips are on my rim, and he is devouring me with fervour. It is wet and messy. Frantic and feral.

My orgasm explodes.

I scream and writhe and try to buck my way through it but his grip on me is firm. He doesn’t relent. He keeps eating my ass like his life depends on it.

I scream again. I’m oversensitive now, and his ferocious attentions are intense. He licks and sucks and feasts. I sob and twist as pleasure burns through me.

His head lifts, and my lungs seize the opportunity to heave in some much needed oxygen. But then Selwyn is on top of me, the sheer weight of his muscled frame pushing me down into the mattress, making it hard to breathe.

His lips find my neck, right where the shoulder joins. His teeth nip and I yelp.

He growls again, and my muscles fall all loose and pliant once more.

His cock starts working its way into my ass. Oh lord. I’m wet and open thanks to his attentions, and I think I can feel the slickness of oil on his cock, but this is still a lot.

But with his weight pressing me down, and his teeth in my neck, and the aftereffects of his growl, I feel good. So very good. So submissive. His dominance has spoken to the primal part of me. Submitting feels safe. It feels right. It feels fucking fantastic.

I pant as he works his cock into me. I bear down and allow it to happen, as I was trained to do .

We both have to work hard, but eventually he is all the way in. I groan as my insides protest at the invasion. He holds still. Even in this feral state, he is giving me time to adjust.

I’m so glad I’m not freaking out. I’m the very opposite of freaking out. I’m loving this. Who knew I had such a depraved and kinky side?

Although, I wish I had known the effect sucking his horn would have. I should have asked. I had no idea fey had ruts like mothmen and some other paranormal creatures, but it is quite clear I have thrown Selwyn into one.

My husband is in rut, and there is nothing that can be done about it until he fucks it out of his system. He needs to fuck me until he is spent. The delight I am feeling about this is unholy.

Selwyn grunts.

“I’m ready,” I assure him.

And I really am. If he had been like this on our wedding night, I would have been terrified. But I know him now. I know he is not a monster. I know he treats me far kinder than anyone ever has.

I also know I love sex when it is not shame and silence. And when it is with him.

His hips move, and I keen as pleasure morphs into bliss and rapture. Selwyn pistons in and out of me. Fucking me hard and holding me down with his teeth in my neck.

I scream my way through another orgasm. Selwyn doesn’t slow.

Oh my sweet goddess.

It is going to be quite the night.