Page 69 of Dark Fey Captive

He grunted and curled his fingers so his knuckles were pushing into that spot at the same time his other hand grabbed a cheek and parted me so the heel of his hand was against my back hole. The contact and pressure shattered me, and I came so hard I thought my heart was going to burst out of my chest. He kissed me hungrily to swallow the sound until every bit of energy pulsed out of me.

I dropped my head to his chest and listened to his elevated pulse as he gently continued stroking me through the aftershocks. As it slowed, I relaxed further and felt myself drifting closer to sleep, all the scary what-if thoughts banished.

“Can I taste you tomorrow?” he asked softly.

“Sure.” Orgasms were much better than thinking.

His fingers disappeared. I heard him licking his fingers again and smiled softly against his chest.

What a deviant.

I liked it.

“Can I taste you while you sleep?” he asked.

The idea of him slowly fingering me in my sleep because he couldn’t get enough of me had my core clenching a second before he reinserted his fingers for more.

“Sure. Just don’t wake me up before sunrise or I’ll be annoyed.”

I drifted off, already looking forward to my morning orgasm as he stroked me awake.

I was dreaming of Nav eating me out again. Only, this time, we weren’t on a boat. We were on the mattress in front of a crackling fire that was warming the left side of my face. Nav had my legs over his shoulders and was touching deep in my channel. It felt amazing. So good. Ten out of ten tonguing.

A log fell and popped loudly.

Blinking my eyes open, I realized I wasn’t dreaming.

Nav’s tongue left my core. He replaced it with two fingers, which slipped in easily as his lips closed over my clit. A gasp escaped me, and I reached for his head, tangling my fingers in his hair as I rotated my hips.

He growled his approval and sucked a little more firmly.

I came without warning, crying out and arching with the intensity of it. His fingers changed rhythm briefly, and I felt a new fullness inside of me as I continued to tremble and shake with my orgasm.

He’d added another finger. How many was he using now?

“Your pussy is so pretty, Arena,” Nav breathed against my sensitive skin. “Tell me when I need to stop tasting.”

Then his mouth was back on me, his tongue circling my clit as his fingers found that hypersensitive spot inside of me. I didn’t stand a chance. He pulled another orgasm from me within minutes.

My legs fell off his shoulders, too weak to stay there. He grunted and pulled back to look down at me, splayed wide open for him. As he looked, he pumped his fingers in and out of my channel.

“Your pussy is greedy for my fingers. It took three without hesitation. Do you think it will like my cock as much?” He punctuated that thought with a curl of his fingers, sending another round of aftershocks through me.

I opened my mouth to tell him that we should test his theory when movement over his shoulder caught my attention.

A fey was standing outside the front window, his avid gaze locked on Nav’s fingers between my legs.

I screamed and heel-kicked Nav in the face.

CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

NAV

I barely held myself back from stopping Arena as she sprang to her feet. With her sweet taste lingering on my tongue, I watched her slam the bathroom door. I wanted to go after her, pull her back to the bed, and continue feasting. But she had screamed and kicked me for a reason. Until I knew what I did, it would be best to give her space to calm down.

What could I have done to scare her, though? Her groans had sounded like good ones, not bad ones. And her pussy hadn’t resisted much when I’d stroked deeper.

My cock throbbed, not yet understanding that I wouldn’t be sinking it into her tightly clenching channel any time soon.