Page 20 of How To Please A Princely Fae (Wild Oak Woods #3)

WILLOW

I am weak with relief. Weak with it.

All the fight I thought I had stored up for when this finally happened, for when Kieran finally remembered, went out my body with his simple explanation.

He wanted to protect me.

I fist the fabric of his shirt in my hands, snuggling as close as I can get to his perfect body.

“I was on the brink of giving up my foolish notion of chivalry when it came to you anyway. Spell or no spell. Amnesia just made it happen faster.” He makes a chuffing noise, nuzzling my neck before inhaling deeply.

That surprises me. “What?”

“Oh, absolutely. The minute those bastards showed up and demanded a bride from your coven. I was ready to do whatever it took to make sure that you wouldn’t run to one of them for the sake of your town. Selfish, like I said.” He huffs a laugh, the warm air sending lightning through my spine. “You were mine, and if I had half a chance to explain how I felt to you, to apologize for being a royal thorn in the ass?—”

I laugh at that, and he pulls away to smile at me.

“I looked for you that night. Then I woke up in your bed, with not a clue of anything but the knowledge that you were mine.”

“I never figured out how I cast that spell.” It comes out like a guilt-stained confession.

“Oh, I did. Today. When I went to the greenhouse for extra herbs.”

My jaw drops. “Well, aren’t you full of secrets.”

“I’m fairly certain that is the last of my secrets.”

“Tell me,” I prod, shaking him—or trying to, but he’s immovable and just laughs at my attempt.

“That flower, you know the one you were so worried about not blooming? It bloomed that night. It’s been open, until today. Today, it’s wilted and ready to be pruned.”

“The x?chno plant,” I say breathlessly. “Fascinating.”

“Dangerous, really.” He presses a kiss against my lips.

“The implications of a plant that casts spells without the will of a witch is… a terrifying prospect.”

“Oh, it had will attached to it.” He kisses the tip of my nose, each of my cheeks.

“What?”

“I wished for you. I wished you were mine.” He grins against my mouth. “It was my will that made it all happen. Green magic, yes, but not yours.”

My heart feels light enough to float away.

“I never stopped wishing for you either,” I tell him, and it’s my turn to kiss him.

His mouth slants over mine, his hand going to my hair. I want to touch him all at once. I want to run my hands across the delicious body I’ve been lusting over.

When we break apart, we’re both short of breath. Kieran’s eyes are dilated, and when I press my hips closer to him, we both moan at the sensation.

“I have no reason not to do exactly as I please with you now,” I murmur.

“I live to serve,” he says seriously, and then grins when I laugh.

“Take me to bed, my mate.”

It’s the first time I’ve called him that, and for a second, my heart refuses to beat, so nervous at what he’ll say to it.

I shouldn’t be.

He kisses me again, thoroughly, sweetly, like it means something. Like I mean something to him.

Because it does.

Because I am.

The kiss turns fierce, and needy. My teeth scrape against his lower lip, and Kieran lets out a growl.

A growl .

I hardly have time to marvel at it before he’s scooping me up against him, his hands tight on my ass as he strides through my house.

I can’t stop kissing him, my pulse so loud in my ears it nearly drowns out his footsteps.

He stops walking, the kiss slowing, until he finally nibbles at my lip until I come up for air.

“Tell me what you?—”

“I want it all,” I say simply. “I want all of you.”

“If you change your mind?—”

“I won’t.” I ache for him.

How is it possible to feel any better than I already do? I have the fae of my dreams in my room.

“If you do,” he says with a chuckle, setting me on the edge of my bed. “We can wait.”

“I have been waiting to have my way with you since you walked into my shop.” It takes me no time at all to shuck my blouse, not waiting for him to do any of the work.

I am out of patience. I want this now .

He sucks in a breath as my breasts are freed from the supportive undergarment, and when I glance up at him, suddenly feeling shy, he falls to his knees again.

He’s making a habit of that.

“I fucking,” he practically wheezes, “never seen something so beautiful as you, Willow.”

His hand spans the width of the space between my shoulder blades, and then his mouth is on one nipple. His other hand works my left breast, the motions somehow expert and careful all at once.

I arch and gasp as his teeth clamp gently around the hardened peak of my breast.

“I could come from this,” I babble, threading my fingers through his hair, holding on for dear life.

“Then you’ll be coming all night.” That same harsh predator tone is back, and I love it.

My eyes flutter shut, and I’m lost to sensation. So much sensation. His mouth pops off one breast and I nearly shriek as he blows a cold stream of air across the tip before giving my other breast the same attention.

His hand doesn’t go to the one he just kissed, though — no, it trails down the soft curve of my belly, finding the buttons at my waistband.

With a growl into my breast, he pops them off, not bothering to be gentle or careful, and I can’t bring myself to care.

“How wet are you for me, my Willow? How wet is this pretty cunt going to be for me?”

I make a noise that’s pure nonsense in reply, and he laughs as he kisses down my stomach.

“I’m going to feast on this perfect cunt, do you understand?”

“Goddess, please, yes, that’s what I want.”

“You are going to take my knot tonight, Willow. I’m going to swell inside you while you come around me again and again, milking me like a good little mate, taking all my seed.”

My eyes fly open in surprise, because I’m not sure what that is.

“You didn’t think I’d be like the humans you’ve bedded, did you?” His laugh is harsh, but his hands are gentle and his eyes are full of love. Adoration. “You are so beautiful. Here.” He takes my hand, pressing it against the hard bulge in his trousers.

He hisses through his teeth as I stroke the length of him, so hard and hot that a fresh wave of moisture seeps between my thighs.

“I’m wet for you, Kieran,” I murmur, so in love with the way he looks at me like my touch might kill him.

His hand still covers mine, so large in comparison, and he pumps our hands over his shaft. “Right there, Willow, that’s where my knot will be, and you’ll be locked to me until it deflates. I’ll get you ready, pretty little green witch.”

I suck in a breath as he rips my pants down my legs, taking my underwear with them. He pushes my knees apart, rising up slightly and pressing my back to the bed.

“Fucking perfect.”

I moan as he drags a finger through my slit, stopping just short of where I need him most.

“You’re going to feel so good while you’re caught on my cock and knot, Willow.”

My legs begin to shake as he kisses down my calf, nipping at my knee as he continues to work his fingers so, so carefully through my sex. By the time his mouth finally reaches my cunt, I’m breathing as though I’ve run the length of Wild Oak Woods.

His eyes are full of triumph, and he holds my gaze as he lifts his glistening fingers to his mouth, licking them clean.

“Oh,” I breathe.

“Oh,” he agrees. “Never tasted anything as sweet as my mate.”

Quicker than a flash, he buries his head between my thick thighs.

I reach down and grab the first thing I can, the horns protruding from his head. They’re velvety soft and he groans, redoubling his efforts on the bud of my pleasure.

“Oh, goddess,” I moan, my hips meeting the pace of his tongue as I hold him.

“That’s right, ride my mouth,” he mutters in between licks, talking me through it, each word and touch taking me higher and higher.

Two fingers nudge at my entrance as he sucks, hard, then curls his fingers slightly inside me—and I explode.

The vining plant in the corner bursts into bloom, the honeyed fragrance of jasmine filling the room after the wave of magic I released when I came.

“That’s my mate,” he says with a lazy grin, reaching up with one hand to fondle a breast. “I fucking love the noises you make when you come.”

I shove him back, and he staggers as I tug at his clothes. “Off. Take it off. Now.”

Laughing, he does as I demand, pulling off his trousers and shirt until he stands gloriously nude in front of me.

“Your body is art. The goddesses broke the mold when they made you,” I tell him, and I mean every word.

He shivers as I press my mouth against his chest, tracing the cut lines of his muscles. When I glance up at him, I can’t help but laugh at the tight, strained expression on his face.

“Don’t laugh,” he growls, hands fisting at his sides.

“I’ll laugh if I want to,” I tell him with an arched brow. Daring him. To do what, I don’t know. “It’s my turn.”

I push him slightly, nudging him back to my bed, because there’s no way I can do what I want with him standing, unless I want to pull a muscle in my neck or something.

Just because I have a lotion for a strained muscle doesn’t mean I want to have one.

He finally sits on my bed, chest heaving, and I just watch him.

“I like you like this.”

“Naked and ready to do your bidding, witch?”

I toss my hair, earning a smile from him. “Exactly.”

“Are you going to force me to come with your stare alone?” he growls.

“Do you think you could?” I ask, slightly distracted by that notion.

His cock jerks, and my attention immediately refocuses.

It’s my turn to drop to my knees, and I do so slowly, ready to worship at the altar of my fae prince.

I take him into my mouth slowly, adjusting to the feel of him, the girth of it.

I love it, love the sounds he’s making, the way his hands scrabble for purchase on my bedding. The taste of honey and blueberries explodes across my tongue, making my eyes widen. I pull away from him, watching precum leak from the swollen tip of his cock.

Curious, I lap at it while I pump my hand up and down it, and sure enough… honey and blueberries.

Honey-and-blueberry-flavored cum. Wren’s been keeping secrets.

I smile wryly before taking him deep in my mouth, making him grunt.

Can’t say I blame her—I’m not sure how I would have taken that particular tidbit of information.

“You’re making me so fucking ready for you. I need you. I need to knot you, mate.”

“Then do something about it,” I tell him sassily, then go right back to work on that delicious treat of a dick.

I squeal as he picks me up, tossing me on the bed and lining his dick up with my entrance.

“You’re even wetter for me now,” he marvels, and we both groan as he rubs the head of his cock against my clit. “You’re going to take my knot so good, Willow.”

I bare my teeth at him, sick of the teasing, and dig my nails into his hips, pulling down on him.

“Is that what you want, my soft little witch? You want me inside?”

“Now.”

“Ask nicely.”

“Fuck me hard, right now,” I say through clenched teeth.

He hisses again as I throw my legs around his waist, driving up and onto him.

“Fuck, Willow, that’s it.”

He slams down into me and I cry out, seeing stars.

Full. So full. So good.

We find a rhythm quickly, my hips rising to meet his as he slams into me, coming more and more unbound with every slick slide of our bodies against one another.

He shudders, and I moan as he slides his fingers to my clit again, teasing it, making me more slippery. I’m clenching around him, desperate to come again, needing him so badly, needing something I can’t describe.

“Take it, Willow,” he grinds out, and my eyes fly all the way open in surprise.

He wasn’t all the way in—and now there’s something thick and bulging and swollen pressing into me.

“Fuck,” I moan, caught between pain and pleasure.

Kieran drops his head, taking my nipple in his mouth, his fingers still rubbing my clit as his knot sinks further into me, stretching me.

“Don’t rush it, Willow,” he snarls as I try to aid the process by shoving into him. “Take it slow.”

“I want it. Give it to me,” I demand, practically snarling.

“Fuck, woman,” he says in a low voice, gritting his teeth.

“That’s the idea, Kieran,” I say, whipping my hips up as hard as I can.

I cry out as he fills me, and he sucks in a harsh breath, swearing in a language I’ve never heard before.

Big hands cradle my back and my ass.

“You take me so fucking well, Willow. Look. Look at where we’re bound, like mates should be.” His voice is a harsh rasp against my neck, and the sharp points of his canines scrape the sensitive skin there.

I’m sensitive everywhere, all at once. Every single nerve in my body seems to be firing all at once, and it’s too much.

“You can do this, love, you were made for me,” Kieran says.

“It’s too much,” I whimper, riding the knife’s edge between pleasure and pain.

“Let me help you. Tell me I can help you.”

I don’t know what he means and I don’t care, all I know is that if something doesn’t change quickly, I’m going to be more sore than that time I tried to ride a donkey who didn’t want to be ridden.

“Please, yes. Do it.” I nod, my entire body trembling, so grateful his muscled arms are holding me in place.

Sharp points prick into my skin and I suck in a shocked breath, a scream climbing up my throat…

He bit me?—

The scream dies before it escapes.

He bit me, and oh my goddess, why didn’t he bite me before now?

All rational thought completely dissolves as molten heat moves through my entire body, the deepest orgasm I’ve ever felt leaving me shaking in the aftershocks.

His wings beat effortlessly behind him, casting color all over my room, and he somehow moves deeper within me.

We’re levitating from the bed, and even as the thought flits through my mind, another orgasm begins to build. His long fingers continue to gently stroke me, his knot fully embedded within me.

I’ve never felt so close to anyone, never been so fully melded in body and spirit, and emotion rocks me to the very core.

The moment he comes is like an eruption, his hot seed spurting so deep inside.

And we’re not even near done, if what he said about his knot is true.

I have a feeling it is.

“Kiss me,” I murmur, desperate to feel his mouth on mine.

“I love you,” he tells me instead, his light eyes so full of adoration that I reach for his face, cupping it in my hands as he holds our bodies together in the air above my bed. “Forgive me for taking so long to tell you that.”

I hiccup a laugh, near tears and overwhelmed with both sensation and emotion. “You could ask anything of me right now and I would give it to you,” I tell him through a teary smile.

He practically preens at the praise, but then fixes me with a serious look. “That doesn’t mean this conversation is over.”

“It is for now,” I say, finally pulling his stubborn, gorgeous face to mine and kissing him like my life depends on it.

“Are you sure?” he asks with a wry smile. “Because we’re going to be stuck in bed like this for quite a while.”

“I can think of other things I’d rather do and talk about than your guilt right now.”

“Oh, is that right?”

“Yes,” I say primly. “For starters, you could bite me again. I wouldn’t mind another orgasm.”

“You are a greedy mate,” he tells me, slapping my ass with one hand, then jiggling it while I laugh.

“Are you complaining?” I say, nibbling at his chest.

“I am stubborn, not stupid,” he huffs, then drops his mouth to my neck.

It might just be the best night of my life.

When his fangs send fresh pleasure storming through me, I decide it’s definitely the best night of my life.