Page 34 of Fey Empire (Fey Lords #5)
Chapter thirty-three
I t is impossible to create art when my mind is a mess. I’ve been staring at this blank canvas for hours.
But being in my art studio is a great excuse to be alone. Even Loki is with Selwyn somewhere. I am alone with my thoughts. Not that it is helping. I’m none the wiser. I still don’t know what to think about everything. My mind is just spinning around in circles.
And now I have a pounding headache and everything is far too bright.
My husband is attempting to change the world. He is betraying his people. To protect them, and to give my people their world back.
And I cannot figure out how I feel about any of it because my head hurts and my body feels wrong. I’m too feverish to think of a single thing. Let alone anything important.
Behind me, the door quietly opens. I don’t have to turn around to know it is Selwyn. His magic is whispering over me, and I recognise the sound of his quiet footsteps.
He walks right up to me and presses against my back. His arms circle around me, and I just want to fall into his embrace .
“Laurie,” he says in that soft way of his. The way that makes my name sound like a prayer. “You are ripe.”
Oh. Of course. That’s why I feel so out of sorts. My magic has grown and swelled. I am bloated with it. How did I not notice that my magic is raging? I am a terrible vessel. I should have realised long before getting into this state. I should have known and gone to my mage.
I am a hopeless vessel. The world’s worst.
Selwyn’s soft lips brush over my neck, right where he bit me when he was in rut.
My body shivers. Goosebumps dance down my skin.
He doesn’t seem angry at my uselessness. Or even disappointed. He simply seems keen to get down to business and take my magic.
That’s just fine with me. He can have my magic. He can have my body. I like giving both to him. I definitely like the pleasure I get in return.
I’m overwhelmed by the enormity of what he is plotting. I’m scared of being involved, even if just by association. But this is simple. Pure and holy. A vessel and mage sharing magic. A consort and husband sharing bodies.
This is good, and I want to lose myself in it and forget everything else. If even only for a short while.
Selwyn’s fingers go to my waist. They pull at a tie. My robes fall open like a housecoat, exposing all of me. Selwyn is the only one here, so there is no need to be shy about being naked.
His hand wraps around the base of my firm cock. I moan. His touch feels like heaven. A blessing and a joy .
He strokes me. Confident. Demanding. Assured. He knows how to work my body and how to give me what I need.
He strokes and strokes. My orgasm builds and builds. It doesn’t wait or play hard to get.
My magic is fuelling my desire, it doesn’t understand that my body needs to be penetrated in order to release it. All it knows is that my ecstasy frees it, so that is what it seeks.
Selwyn’s hand slows. I’m teetering on the very edge. Just a few more strokes and I will be there.
He lets go of my cock. A whine pours out of me. Why? Why has he stopped? He brought me to completion before the main event, last time he emptied me. He drove me to my peak many times on our wedding night. Even in rut, he enjoyed pleasing me. He likes to see me undone before he takes me.
So why is he denying me now?
His hand drifts lower. He cups my balls as if weighing them in his palm. The sensation makes me moan. My head falls back and rests on his shoulder.
He gently fondles my balls. I have never felt anything like this before. It is indescribable. He moves them ?very gently together in his hand, and all my nerve endings alight.
I gasp as he releases me. The weight of my own balls feels strange after he was holding them.
The tip of one of his fingers slowly runs all along the underside of my cock. All the way from root to tip.
His finger softly circles my leaking slit, smearing precum onto the sensitive head. I lift up on to my toes and cry out. Stars are exploding in my mind .
His touch vanishes. My lungs heave. I nearly came. Again. I was on the very verge. Why is he tormenting me?
His burning thumb flicks my peaked and swollen nipple. I yelp. The tingling sensation shoots down my body, straight to my cock, making it twitch.
His other hand goes to my free nipple. He rolls it between his thumb and forefinger.
I hiss and gasp. Wriggling in his arms. He doesn’t relent.
Both of his hands continue to play with both of my nipples.
Tweaking, flicking and tugging sheer delight into me.
Not enough to tip me over the edge, but far too much bright pleasure to permit me to breathe.
My back is bowed. My cock is leaking. Filthy noises are spilling non-stop from my lips, and bright sparks are exploding in my mind.
Suddenly his wet tongue licks along my ear lobe. I yell. Then I feel teeth. Gentle nips. Pinpricks of pain that complement the pleasure coursing through me so very well. I sob and try to bear all the overwhelming sensations.
He releases one of my sore and now oversensitive nipples. His free hand skims down my body, skimming lightly over my stomach.
He gently cups my balls again. I groan. He is sucking and nibbling my earlobe, flicking a nipple, and playing with my balls, all at once. All the sensations are crashing and racing through me. Ricocheting off one another. Increasing each other's intensity.
I’m so very, very close to an orgasm. I feel like I’m at the very beginning of one. My muscles are trembling with the force of it, and the burning joy of a peak is starting to glow in my veins .
But I’m not quite there. So, so close. All the ecstasy has gathered, but it can find no release.
A pathetic whine pours out of my very soul.
His hand drops my balls. The sensation makes me grunt. The tips of his fingers tap their way up my aching cock. My lungs suck in a huge breath. Selwyn taps the head of my cock. I release all of my oxygen in a scream.
My knees give up, but Selwyn has me. All of my weight is leaning back against him, but I am not going to fall.
His mouth leaves my ear lobe. His lips brush against my cheek. Instinctively, I turn my head towards him.
His eyes are glowing. Amber and gold. Pupils wide and dark. Feral and wild.
His hand wraps around my throbbing cock. The fingers of his other hand pinch my nipple.
“Surrender your magic to me, Little Lamb.”
I want to. I will as soon as he puts his cock inside of me. I wish I could give it to him like this. I love taking his cock, but it would be wonderful to do it by choice and not by necessity.
His lips move. Suddenly they are touching mine.
Soft. Heated like spice. Sweet like honey. Smooth like nectar.
The taste of him floods all of my senses. I sigh and sink into it. I can feel his kiss in every part of me, down to my toes. It is an electric current. Lightning fizzing through my molecules and rewriting my DNA.
Selwyn is kissing me.
I am being kissed, and I can barely believe it. I must be dreaming. Mages do not kiss their vessels. Husbands do not kiss their consorts, and the fey barely kiss at all.
Men kiss their lovers. Fey kiss their soul mates .
I don’t know what this kiss means, but I’m kissing him back with fervour and need. With all of the passion in my soul. My lips are moving. I didn’t know I knew how to kiss. I had no idea kissing felt like this.
His hand lightly moves on my cock. A barely-there touch.
His tongue slides into my mouth. Claiming it.
His kiss deepens. Tender. Gentle. Full of love.
My orgasm explodes like a star imploding. My universe shakes. Everything is blinding light and heat and ?the awe-inspiring force of nature.
As my pleasure burns, my magic roars. It floods out of me with the force and fury of a broken dam. Its silver light flows from my core, straight to Selwyn’s. It pours and cascades through our kiss.
An endless stream of raw, untamed power.
Selwyn kisses and kisses me and drinks it all down. He takes my magic while only taking a kiss. He doesn’t need to take me to claim my magic.
Holy fuck.
The last of my magic soars out of me, taking my consciousness with it. I sink into the black with a contented sigh. There is no need to fight it.
Selwyn has me.