Parting my lips, I allow my cool winter breath to drift over her swollen nether area.
Her center lurches and she emits a gasp. A brief but sharp shiver courses through her body, and her fingers curl deeper into the covers.
The scent of her nectar fills my senses, and I peer closer at her engorged clit. With my sharpened senses, I swear I can detect its faint throbbing, quick and wild like the rapid beat of her heart.
I grasp her thighs, digging my fingers slightly into her flesh, and force her legs wider apart, better exposing her glistening pussy. I growl, then exhale another cool breath over her aching parts. She gives a pitiful whimper and arches her center toward my mouth. She blinks fast as her face flushes, and she stills on the bed. Her mild embarrassment reaches me through the bond.
Do not hold back, I tell her.
Through the bond, I sense her uncertainty and shame dissipating. A surge of bravery emerges, followed by her gradual surrender to the desire that’s coursing through her… her desire for me.
Longing flows between us, and I can no longer tell where her emotions end and mine begin.
Gods help me, I am already lost to her.
CHAPTER 11
GWEN
If Merak doesn’t stop teasingme soon, I am certain I’ll burn up. Yet he seems content to keep staring at my center, allowing his winter-cold breath to drift over my pulsating clit. I clutch the covers until my fingers ache, wondering if he intends to make me beg.
He announced he wouldn’t fully claim me, at least not unless I begged him for it. But I am starting to worry he means to make me beg for even the faintest modicum of relief.
He chuckles darkly.
Except… no, he doesn’t.
I just heard him chuckle… in my mind.
He also keeps sending me waves of warmth. His ability to not only speak into my mind but also send comfort directly through our strange tether is more than a little jarring. Yes, I like the warmth he keeps sending me, for it makes me feel safe and treasured, but it’s also another reminder of his fae powers.
It’s another reminder of his winter magic.
A reminder that I’m at his mercy.
I think of the dark blue light that swirled in his hand as he approached the balcony right after the bird slammed into the glass door. If a foe had been standing on that balcony, rather than the messenger bird, what would he have done? I haven’t spotted a single weapon on him, though I suppose the sharp tips of his curved wings are close enough.
And his teeth…
According to some neighbors I overheard gossiping after the Winter Court army’s attack on Braemar, some of the crueler fae soldiers used their pointed teeth to rip out the throats of the human soldiers. Sometimes they did so when the soldiers were already dead, simply for the sake of depravity.
Gods. What is wrong with me?
Why did I just allow my thoughts to trail down such a dark path? Merak’s lips are situated very close to my clit, and he’s preparing to bring me to pleasure with his tongue. I shouldn’t be thinking about brutal fae powers or the attack on Braemar.
I take a deep breath and return my attention to Merak. I glance down to meet his eyes, and he gives me a look that’s ravenous but also gentle. I suppose I’m glimpsing the strength of his need, held in check by his restraint, and my heart flutters as my clit throbs against the cool winter air that’s drifting across it.
Then it happens.
Finally.
Merak’s tongue darts out, and he caresses my swollen button with achingly slow licks.
I tense as pleasure rapidly coils inside me. I release a keening moan, a sound I’ve never made before. But I’m suddenly drowning in too much pleasure to feel any embarrassment over it. Or perhaps sensing Merak’s enjoyment through the bond helps me feel more comfortable during this experience.
The warmth he keeps sending through the tether deepens, wrapping around me like a fur blanket on a cold winter night. I feel safe, cherished, and wanted.
Though he’s entirely focused on bringing me to pleasure, his gaze occasionally flicks up to mine, and my chest tightens each time our eyes meet. He keeps looking at me as though nothing else exists in the realm beyond this room. Beyond me.
