Page 30 of Finding Her (Lore of the Fields #1)

Caught off guard by the bold gesture and completely lost in my lust, I was only able to whimper in response.

I was desperate to feel some stimulation.

It was taking every ounce of my willpower not to shift my hips so his fingers would brush against me just a little bit .

I stared into his bronze eyes and chewed my lip.

He looked less like my gentlemanly companion and more like Lucifer himself.

My fallen angel of flames and beauty. He had lost the battle for control the moment I threatened to sleep around.

A territorial instinct had cracked through whatever part of him kept his actions perpetually measured.

With the facade of composure crumbling, I could see the real Graysen peeking through the cracks, and now it was time to meet him.

I rose to my knees and placed my hands on either side of his strong chest. His glowing orbs observed them with interest before I promptly shoved him back onto his ass.

He fell with grace, resting both hands on either side of his hips.

The bulge down the leg of his pants lifted eagerly before I straddled his lap.

Finally . My pussy felt the pressure of his base and I allowed my head to fall back in relief.

His hand rested against the small of my back, and I noted the silent gesture of approval.

My hips began grinding down, his hardness nestling between my lips through our clothing.

“You are so needy.” He rested a finger under my chin, then trailed it down my throat. “Would you like me to help you come, Faeryn?” The baritone of his voice made his chest rumble against mine.

I bit down on my lip and nodded my head pathetically. Yes. I need to come . I felt my muscles clenching towards that goal, and I desperately wanted to achieve it with him. I reached down to undo his pants, but his large hand gripped my wrist and pulled it away.

“Just you.” He set my hand to the side and slowly brought his finger back to where he had left off, tracing a knuckle down the curve of my breast. “I want to help you release all of this. I don’t need anything in return.”

I cursed my thick sweater as he lightly stroked his fingers down my body.

I wasn’t sure he could feel much through the fabric—I couldn’t.

But he hummed approvingly as his hand dipped down under the curve of my sizable chest. I watched closely as he continued to the rim of the sweatpants, my heart pounding in my ears.

I wished he would speed up and just impale me on his thick fingers already. I was fighting the urge to beg.

His hands smoothly dipped under the waistband, pushing between my thighs, which were spread over his lap.

Two fingers pet my sensitive clit, pulling an appreciative moan from my parted lips.

He pressed slow circles, his other hand supporting the back of my head with a fist full of hair.

His wrist pushed deeper, allowing his fingers barely to dip into the slick of my entrance.

I felt his hand pull back, and he lifted his glistening digits between our faces.

He spun them back and forth to appreciatively examine the glossy sheen of my arousal.

An unusually long human-like tongue, tinted red with a fork adorning the end, snaked out of his mouth and wrapped around the wet tips.

“ Mmm ,” he hummed, shoving his hand back into my pants and diligently returning his attention to my clit. “Honeysuckle. Delicious.”

“ Graysen .” I couldn’t help but moan his name as he picked up the speed of his stimulation.

“You won’t need to seek out any other males for this,” he growled in my ear.

I moaned in response, tensing as he firmly pinched my clit before returning to his petting.

“Tell me, who are you going to when you need to be touched?”

“You,” I whimpered, grasping a fistful of his hair as an anchor to hold onto. My soul was going to leave my body at any moment.

“That’s right. You come to me, and I’ll take care of you.”

My core was winding tight for release. I was so thoroughly turned on already, and seeing the capabilities of his tongue—and his affinity for my taste—was running my mind wild.

He could say anything to me right now, and I’d agree.

My hips bucked against his palm, chasing my orgasm.

His fingers were warm and soft against my most sensitive nerves.

“Are you going to come for me, Little Fae?” I watched, entranced, as his canines became fangs. The emblem on his neck cast a golden glow between us. “I want to see you fall apart in my lap.”

My entire body locked up, pleasure filling my core, before wet spasms ripped through me.

I knew these pants were absolute goners for the day as I came all over his firmly petting hand.

Our movements slowed in intensity as I rocked against him through my orgasm, whining through clenched teeth in an attempt to suppress the animalistic noises fighting to escape.

His fingers scratched against the back of my head to comfort me as I quaked.

They followed as I allowed my head to bow forward and rest against his strong shoulder.

“That’s my good girl,” he whispered softly into my hair. “You look so pretty when you shatter.”

My mind went blank. Nothing existed except for tingling pleasure in every cell of my body.

I let my eyes drift closed and inhaled his masculine, smoky scent.

My arms hung limply over his shoulders, hands touching behind his neck.

As my body recovered from its climax, I found myself incredibly lulled.

I didn’t want to get off this warm man who smelled like campfire and had exclusively looked out for my best interest since I met him.

“ I’ve got you, ” he had said that first night; apparently, sexual satisfaction was part of the deal.

“Are you fully spent? Or will you be needing more?” His head nuzzled against mine affectionately.

“I’m so sleepy.” I hummed, finding it hard to summon the words after my first orgasm in god knows how long. As far as my memory was concerned, this could have been my first one.

I was too subdued to care as his hands wrapped under me, and he rose to his feet. My legs dangled, feeling quite secure in his hold. I felt weightless and unbothered as he carried me hooked over one single arm.

After a moment, we lowered back to the ground, and this time he gently rolled me to my side on a fur pelt of bedding.

I cracked my eyes open just enough to see he’d placed me near the fire.

My brain latched onto its crackling sounds, letting their static fill my blissful nothingness.

I could think, feel, and act another time.

Right now, I was happy to melt into the ground.