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So I offered her comfort in the only way I knew how—with my body.
“I can’t be quiet,” she said, thrusting hard against me. My knee rose up to give her that friction she craved, the rough inseam of her tight leather trousers against my leg leaving her gasping.
I tangled my fingers in her hair—shorter now, but still long enough to knot my fingers in—and yanked her head back so her throat was exposed to me.
“Good,” I growled before lowering my mouth to the delicate column of her throat.
“Ancestors,” Veyka whimpered as I scraped the sharpened points of my canines down that vulnerable expanse of skin.
Half a thought and I could have ripped out her throat. But she offered herself to me like it was nothing—she always had. Perhaps her body had known, even when her mind could not, that we were meant for each other.
“How do you want me to fuck you, Veyka?” I asked none-too-softly, tonguing the amorite studs that decorated the shell of her ear.
She choked on her breath as I thrust my knee against her pussy, again and again, determined to make her come without removing a shred of clothing. I knew how brightly she burned, how badly she needed this release. I’d give it to her, and then I’d give her everything else.
“Tell me, my love.” This time it was a demand, punctuated by the bite of her earlobe between my teeth. “Tell me all the things you want me to do to you.”
“Hard,” she bit out, grabbing onto my shoulder so she could control the grind of her pussy against my knee. “Fuck me hard. Until I cannot breathe, until that cock of yours is so deep inside of me it feels like you are going to rip me apart.”
I wasn’t able to help myself. I reached down, unlacing my trousers and pulling myself free. Veyka’s eyes were immediately on me, her scorching gaze on my rigid length as I pumped myself.
She licked her lips, her mouth falling open unconsciously, and it was almost enough to make me spill myself all over her.
“You like this cock, do you?” I groaned, squeezing the tip hard and then slowly fisting my way back down.
Veyka’s eyes were glowing bright even in the low light, even as they glazed over with lust. She was getting close, I could tell by the increased speed as she ground herself against my leg. The pressure was building inside of her—inside of me as well. Watching her like this, taking her pleasure, hearing those filthy words on her beautiful lips—
“Ancestors,” I groaned, my other hand tightening on her hip to hold both of us in place. “You’re going to fucking kill me.”
“Fuck yourself, Arran,” she demanded, her eyes flicking between the cock in my hand and the intensity I knew was playing across my face. “Think of me. Feel how drenched my pussy is. These pants are ruined, your pants are ruined, I’m everywhere and it’s because of you. Because I want that cock inside of me, because just the sight of it makes me so hot I think I’ll explode.”
I couldn’t resist her, and she knew it.
That was what she needed in that moment of uncertainty—some scrap of control. I’d give it to her.
“I’m going to come for you,” I growled softly, catching her gaze and holding it with just the force of my will. “I’m going to come all over you, and then I’m going to drag you into that tent and torture you until dawn, when I will flip you over and fuck you as hard as you command.”
I didn’t have much longer. My cock was so hard, I could feel my climax rising within me. It would take everything I had to hold back the roar building in my chest.
“Fuck me hard enough I cannot even remember my own name,” she whimpered, her eyes flitting closed.
“As long as you remember mine,” I bit back.
Her eyes snapped open. “Arran.”
My name on her tongue rocked through me, speaking to beast and male alike. Nothing could have stopped me then. Not when that primal thing inside of me awoke, the tug between us demanding completion, the connection in our chests burning and glowing with ecstasy.
I came everywhere, my seed spilling from my cock, coating my hand, Veyka’s stomach, the juncture between us where Veyka was riding my knee. But she didn’t pause. Her wide blue eyes flared even brighter with desire, and her entire body trembled with such force, I was grabbing onto her even with my soaking hands.
She came hard, throwing her head back and screaming her climax to the wind. There were no wind-wielders among us to carry away the sound, so it reverberated between the tents, filling the ears of every being around us—fae and human and whatever lurked outside the perimeter of our camp.
I did not care. Let them hear my beautiful, wanton mate. Let them feel the power that I could feel rolling off of her, so different from my heavy darkness. I’d built a wall of trees around us, knotted together with vines so thick that nothing was getting through. Let them try. Let them lurk at that perimeter and listen as I worshiped this female.
My female. My Queen.
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ARRAN
