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I squirmed, sliding from his grasp at last, but of course, he would not let me get far. It was only moments—seconds, really—before Bael was hauling me back. My back pressed against his chest, and I sucked in a breath, feeling his cock hard and thick against my ass.
Seeming to sense the need building inside me, Bael reached down with his free hand and cupped me between the legs over my trousers. I gasped as the heel of his hand ground into me, making the heat rise higher and higher around me and sending sparks of pleasure shooting up my spine.
“This is madness,” I whimpered
“Why?”
“Because you told me we couldn’t do this. If it’s true that I can, er, kill you…”
Heat crept up my neck. Not that I should be embarrassed, given what we’d done last night, but somehow, the morbidity of it made me squirm.
Bael froze, as if just remembering that tiny problem, himself. “True,” he admitted. “My entire family are cursed. We can’t bond with our true mates, but that won’t last forever. I’ll have you eventually.”
His fingers trailed over the waistband of my trousers, and even as he spoke, his long fingers eased the end of my belt through the closure. A small whimper I barely recognized escaped parted lips as he grazed the points of his teeth lightly over my skin. He nipped against where my pulse pounded in my throat, and I pressed my back firmer against his chest.
“What do you mean it won’t last forever?” I asked breathlessly, trying desperately to focus.
Bael ground his hips harder against my ass, causing both of us to groan with mingled pleasure and frustration. His fingers trailed down, dipping into the front of my trousers, and he buried his nose against my throat.
“It means—” he said, tracing delicate circles slowly over my center, seeming to punctuate his words. “—that I’m going to lift the curse. It means, little monster, that this changes everything.”
My stomach dipped, somewhere between excitement and fear. He’d made the Everlast’s curse sound like a lifelong sentence. Something insurmountable that couldn’t ever be lifted. Perhaps that was why this had not yet fully sunk in for me—what would it mean to be Bael’s mate, the mate of any fairy, if the bond could be completed? And what would happen if it never was?
More importantly for me—us—how did it work that he was using my magic? I needed to warn him to stop before something terrible happened…but to do that, I’d have to explain what I knew, and that would mean trusting him. Admitting this could be real.
“Open your legs wider for me, little monster.”
Fuck.My eyes fell closed, and I sighed.How could I remember warnings and rules when he said things like that?
I moved to spread my legs for him, to help ease the trousers down over my ass. The air nipped at my skin, freezing the moisture from where my still-wet clothing had stuck to my now bare skin. I shivered. All I’d really managed to do was trap myself, half-naked, with my calves bound by the fabric gathered just above my boots. Somehow, though, I couldn’t bring myself to care anymore.
That was, until I looked up, straight ahead, and my eyes met nothing but dark woods…but for how long? This was hardly a good time to lose concentration. At any moment, another fairy or some terrible creature might happen upon us. “What if someone sees?”
“Don’t tell me you’re suddenly shy. I thought you enjoyed being watched.”
My stomach seemed to fall away, and I gasped. I hadn’t realized he’d known about that, but he could only be talking about the other night when I’d come apart in his arms, spurred on by Scion’s attention. “How?”
He chuckled darkly against my hair. “It’s alright, little monster. I don’t mind sharing.”
An embarrassing heat washed over me again as I was reminded of my dream. He couldn’t mean like that, though. Of all the impossible things, I would say that felt more unlikely than my ever becoming queen in the first place.
Bael resumed his stroking, then plunged a finger inside of me, and a ripple of pleasure fluttered through me. I moaned and ground harder against him, smiling slightly when he twitched against my ass.
I reached back and ran my hand over his length, holding in a groan when it grew impossibly thicker beneath my touch.
Bael moved his free hand to my hair, scraping long, too-sharp nails against my scalp, and yanked my head back. “Stop, little monster, before you make me forget why I care to keep breathing.”
I became boneless, letting my head fall back against his chest, my knees falling as wide as I could make them without tripping over my own trousers.
He made a sound of approval as his thumb found my clit, stroking over me in small, gentle circles that had sparks shooting to every part of my body. “I love how wet you are for me.”
Small ripples of pleasure and comfort fluttered through me from the top of my head all the way down to the base of my spine, and I keened in his arms.
And then, just as my breath began to lose rhythm, he pressed two fingers inside me, curling against my inner walls. Bael ground the heel of his hand gently against my clit, still stroking inside me. He pushed my hair off my neck so he could run his tongue over my skin, as if tasting the sweat that had beaded there. “Do you want more, little monster?”
I shuddered, realizing I recognized the words. A coincidence, surely, but a good one. “Yes,” I breathed.
He slid his fingers out slowly and then shoved them back in again, as if savoring the movement before picking up the pace.
