Page 33 of The Crown of a Fallen Queen (Curse of the Fae #4)
Quiet Storm
DEVI
W armth cocoons me. Not just from the embers of our makeshift fire, but from the steady rise and fall of a man’s chest beneath my cheek.
For one long, blissful moment, I let it be.
I let the ache in my limbs dull against the heat of Seth’s body.
The rock bed is unforgiving, but nestled into him, I feel oddly at home.
My leg is flung over his, my fingers curled in the hollow of his neck as though he’s my personal, breathing pillow. Skin on skin. Hearts beating in tandem.
Mortification rises sharp and hot in my throat, and I try to extricate myself, hoping he’s still fast asleep. But our gazes collide. His eyes are already open, and worst of all, they’re sparkling. The sleepiness evaporates from my body in a rush, replaced by a pulse-pounding swirl of heat.
I speak low enough not to wake Percy, my Faeling sleeping soundly in a high nook in the rocks. “Is it morning?”
Seth grins—full-on, blinding, insufferable. “Not yet, no. You know, for someone who claims to loathe me, your unconscious mind sure has a different opinion.”
I glare at him and straighten my bra, but he’s undeterred.
“You’re beginning to like me, admit it.”
I sit up to put some distance between me and his ridiculously comfortable chest. “Keep talking like that, and I’ll shove you off a cliff tomorrow.”
His grin only widens. “Come back here.”
Thunder resonates along the surface of the cave, drowning out my outraged gasp as he tugs on my arms and settles me back in his lap.
His strong hold on my wrists is gentle, but firm.
I squirm to escape his grip only to end up pressing against his erection.
My chest heaves, my nipples showing through the plain cotton of my undergarment, my breasts heavy and sensitive.
“Settle down, witch,” he whispers.
It’s claustrophobic. Intimate. Maddening.
We’re cloistered in the middle of a never-ending storm inside a cavern that, for all I know, could collapse at any minute, yet I feel perfectly safe.
Like the world out there, the enemies that want me dead, and the mistakes I’ve made, can’t reach this forsaken place.
Seth gathers my hands over his heart and holds them there before drawing me in for a kiss. It’s not as violent as the ones that came before, but just as passionate. Sweeter. Hotter. He tastes of salt and rain, spiced with an earthy undertone of limestone and metal.
The tantalizingly remote nature of our hideout makes me want to misbehave, and I don’t resist when he rolls us over, his weight pressing over me in an eerie, beautiful way.
The muscles of his shoulders are well-defined and mesmerizing, and I let my hands travel over the smooth expanse of skin, his strong bite of power crackling under my fingertips.
He traces my tattoo in retaliation, studying its pattern. “I think you like me quite a lot, actually.” I open my mouth to argue, but he covers it with his free hand. “Don’t worry. We don’t have to tell Percy about your weakness toward me. It can be our secret.”
I stick my tongue out to taste his skin, the fresh, salty taste weakening my will power.
“I dreamed of you again,” Seth emphasizes the phrase with a slow grind of his hips, the hard shape of him rubbing against my core in a wickedly precise and deliberate manner. “I’ve looked enough. Now, I want to touch,” he says on a possessive, I-won’t-be-denied growl.
It’s hot as hell.
He stretches my bra to free my breasts, and they spring out into the cold air.
Bright purple clouds roll in his irises as he tests the weight and shape of them in turn, teasing them, playing with them, studying my reaction to each graze and rough touch. It drives me wild that he doesn’t shy away from the scars, worshipping even the broken parts of me.
A zap of electricity spreads from the tip of his fingers, pinching my nipple before travelling south. I sink my nail in the nape of his neck at the unfamiliar caress, and my eyes widen.
“Don’t fight it, trust me.”
The intense flare hits again, the current scurrying to a spot inside me that both hurts and soothes. My back arches in response, his hand still covering my mouth. “Oh, fuck,” I groan against his palm.
“Let’s be quiet, queen of my heart. So, so quiet.
” Seth bites his bottom lip at the sight of me writhing beneath him, slowly increasing the bite of his magic.
The Storm touch heightens the sensations, like he’s got not one, but five or six hands massaging, plying, exploring my chest and stomach, and my lids flutter.
The pressure of his hand over my mouth increases, but I can’t hold my noises in.
I’ve never felt anything like this. Seth’s magic takes me right there to the junction between pleasure and pain. I should stop this before we go any further, before I break every promise I made, but this is too different. Utterly new. Wickedly exciting. I want more .
I rub myself over his erection. It’s still captive in the confines of his boxers, but the two thin layers of fabric between us don’t mask the violent throbs of his cock.
“So fucking beautiful,” he growls. “I need you to keep your hands where there are, flat against the stones, and think about how engorged and painful my cock is for you and your fucking perfect tits.”
I obey, loving his foul mouth, and how he takes charge.
A low, masculine sound escapes him before he dips his head down to lick my aching peaks.
I moan. The touch of saliva allows the electrical current to sink into my flesh in an entirely different way.
My inner walls throb. Every brush of his tongue somehow tugs at a deep, sensitive spot inside me, like his magic created a tangible, physical link between my erogenous zones.
I’ve been with a few Storm Fae, but none of them knew this trick. It’s criminal, but oh-so-good.
I can only imagine what will happen when Seth turns his attention to the place between my legs, my core drenched with arousal.
He seems to be thinking the same thing, his dark eyes drifting to the narrow path of lace still covering my pussy. With a shuddering breath, he pulls down his boxers, and the thickness of him fills his hand. The raised veins along his shaft melt my brain, pre-cum leaking from the tip.
“Look at what you’ve done to me, witch. I’m about to come from the sight of you alone. Fucking hells.” He rubs his crown over the drenched fabric covering me, and?—
Tap. Tap. Tap.
Each time the swelled tip of his cock hits my clit, my belly fills with liquid fire. I gasp, so fucking turned on by his wicked acts of worship that I tether on the edge of a blinding orgasm.
“Shh. It’s too soon for that, yet.” Seth slides down into the deeper nook in the rock.
He places a tender kiss to my inner thigh, drinking in the sight of me spread for him, his pupils dilated, and peels off my underwear. My belly clenches in anticipation.
I brace myself on my elbows to look at him. His sweet, talented tongue finds my heated core, hard and soft all at once.
His growl of approval rumbles across my clit. “You taste so good, witch.”
The tip of his tongue is imbued with a hint of magic that wreaks havoc on my nervous system in the most maddening way possible, and I fall to my back, overwhelmed.
The link from before works in reverse. Each time his tongue traces a soft circle around my clit or dips inside me, the hard pinch at my nipples returns. My breath quickens, and my blood spikes, my fingers digging into the rocks for support.
Seth wraps an arm around my thighs to steady me and waits until the orgasm tapers off again. That devil.
I grip his hair and grind myself against his mouth, but he just laughs. “All in good time, darling. I want your hands on those beautiful tits, now. I want to see you play with them as you wait for your reward.”
I release his hair and coo, the sound bringing heat to my cheeks, my hands slithering up, up, until I reach my chest.
“That’s it, beautiful. Show them to me.”
I’m panting, as though my body is no longer my own but Seth’s toy. The aureoles are thick, the peaks so hard and sensitive that I cry out as I roll the heavy flesh in my hands.
“Don’t you like the games we play together?” He laps at my lips again, taking his sweet time.
I’m used to men going down on me in a hurry, impatient to fuck me, not this slow, tortuous dance.
Seth shies away from the pulsing bundle of nerves, denying me my release in trade for a divine haze that stretches and expands, slithering inside my lower abdomen.
He slips a hand between my butt cheeks, spreading my wetness over the ring there, and taps his index finger over it, circling, drumming, and teasing the tight hole.
I tense up, my muscles clenching. It’s been a while since I’ve been touched there .
“So tight… We have to get you ready for my cock, my queen.”
My eyes widen. Is he joking? He’s huge . “You’re not getting in there.”
Seth blows on my clit, and my body gives a lovely shudder. “You’ll love it, just as you love that .” He spears his tongue deep in my pussy, his lighting reaching deeper still, tendrils of electricity tingling all over.
I feel so full, so deliciously stretched, so impossibly fragile, like he could shatter me with one word. The savage ache pulses without mercy, expanding, rumbling, growling between my thighs.
“Now, palms flat to the rock, or my thunder will burn you on its way out,” he warns.
My eyes widen. Fuck, I never thought ? —
I force my palms to kiss the ground, my chest rising and falling in rapid, uneven breaths, the electricity in the air creating bright sparks over my bellybutton.
“You’re so close now. Can you feel it? So fucking close to the edge.”
He sucks my clit inside his mouth, and I inhale sharply, my legs tightening around his face. The storm obeys his command, and his command only. I’ve never felt so helpless or delirious, or greedy for release.
“Come for me, witch. Make a mess, and whatever you do, don’t resist.”
I’m falling. Flying. Crashing down.