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“That a girl,” he says. “Show me how much you want me.”

I reach between my legs and swipe, then tap my fingers over his mouth. He opens and sucks in my fingers, his eyes flaring bright blue.

He nips my fingers, and I withdraw them.

A gloved hand trails over the top of my breast, and he pinches my nipples. First one, then both.

“When I fuck you, you will lift your breasts to your mouth and lick your nipples. If you’re a good girl, I will help you. Like this.”

He lifts my breast and bends, then sucks a nipple into his mouth, growling at the taste. I grab his head and encourage him, but he releases my nipple.

“Continue undressing me,” he says.

I rush to open his belt buckle, but yanking it doesn’t work, and as I’m fumbling with the metal and leather, his hand closes over my wrist. “Slowly.”

I nod, then kneel before him to get a better view. Or perhaps I just want to kneel for him. I want to service him even if I don’t know how.

I manage to remove his belt, but then remember I can’t slide off the pants without getting the boots off first, so I unlace them and get rid of them. His pants come off, and once I’ve undressed him, he’s nude, and I can’t stop staring.

Most fae males are well built, but few are built as well as military males. Their training makes them physically strong and more masculine appearing than civilian fae males. Even so, none are built like D’Artaron. He’s broad shouldered, with thick thighs and a long, wide shaft that reaches up to his navel.

“I take it you are enjoying the view.” He strokes himself.

“I am.”

“Open your mouth.” He taps his smooth mushroom tip on my lips. When I part my lips, I notice he’s still wearing the golden band. I’ve researched it and found out it helps him contain his arousal.

“You can remove my ring.” He pushes inside my mouth a little, and my tongue darts out and licks the band.

Groaning, D’Artaron clenches his teeth. “Get rid of the fucking ring.”

My wings flap, glitter falling around me.

Fates, I love it when he loses control.

I touch the golden band just under his mushroom top and feel the uneven part. I press it, and the ring opens and slides off his cock.

The moment it hits the floor, D’Artaron growls and shoves himself down my throat. I struggle to breathe when he also closes my nose. “Hold,” he says through clenched teeth.

He’s losing it. He’s falling into me, giving in to himself, finding, unlocking that door behind which the lover part of him has been kept captive while he served in the Summer Court. And while he’s doing all this, he doesn’t want to hurt me, so he releases my nose.

But I protest.

He shakes his head and positions his shaft inside my cheek, pushing it out before slapping it. “You’re perfect.”

I don’t believe he knows just how much his unapologetic-lover side turns me on.

But because I can’t speak, my wings tell him just how much. They flutter at a rapid pace, flinging fairy glitter all over me and the floor. Some of it falls on his hands, turning them purple and green. D’Artaron chuckles and then releases me.

He reaches over, grabs my wings, and tugs them.

Liquid heat gushes out of me.

Holy fates. I close my legs.

But he notices. “You are making a puddle on the floor,” he says, much to my embarrassment. Then he wipes his hands on his chest, leaving glitter all over himself before hauling me up and into his arms. I cling to his neck and interlock my fingers behind it while he carries me to bed, where he lays me down and starts to kiss me.

I admit, it’s hard to keep up with him. Our tongues are twisting, twirling, battling each other. It’s sort of like a sword fight.

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