Page 30 of The Fallen Fae King

I kiss him again.

Then he snatches the flower from behind my ear, teasing it down my skin. I am lost in its intoxicating scent. It feels like with each stroke of the lotus, Lanlin is also in bed with me.

Slowly, Daire raises my wrist, never breaking eye contact with me, and gently bites the Ankh mark. He leaves his teethmarks in it like he is both claiming me and our other Alpha at the same time.

I feel the jolt through the bond, as if Daire is fully waking up our vampire lover.

We have Lanlin’s attention now.

“Bad boy.” I grin at Daire.

“I am wicked.” Daire cages me. His wings are spread wide, and I am caught in his dark, feathered world. “We will marry this vampire king. But I will always be your fae soulmate. Your Alpha. God.”

Daire pulls up my dress, bunching it under my arms and leaving me both trapped and exposed.

I shiver, fucking turned on.

“Yes…” My mind is hazy with desire.

My limbs feel heavy, as I relax onto the bed. My mind is flying already.

Daire works the flower down my body, using the silky-smooth petals to circle my breasts in teasing strokes, before pulling it across my peaked nipples.

My eyelashes flutter at the sensation. I am panting.

Daire’s rumbling chuckle only makes me wetter, as he slinks down my body. He alternates kisses and caresses with the cool flower. I clutch the sheets, as sweat drips down my neck.

“Although you should worship your god,” Daire licks around my belly button, frustratingly close to where I want him to be, “as it’s our wedding morning, I will worship my Queen.”

My eyes widen with shocked pleasure, when he pushes my thighs wide apart and licks a stripe from the front to the back of my pussy.

I whine.

Daire chuckles again, and it vibrates through my core.

I try to push against his wicked mouth and ride his face, but he clutches onto my hip, holding me in place.

Daire reverentially parts the lips of my pussy, and I flush at the intense way that he studies me like I am the most gorgeous thing he has ever seen.

“The blue lotus flower also has a deep connection to beauty, sensuality, and pleasure.” He swipes the flower down my pussy; it feels like ribbons. I groan, heady with the sensation. “If a Blood offers a lotus to someone, it is as powerful as a love confession.”

He swirls the flower deeper into my pussy, and I keen.

Then he sucks on my clit, and my back bows.

Pleasure winds through me.

Breathing hard, I struggle to push my dress down and raise my wrist to my lips.

A love confession…?

Lanlin struggles to express his emotions. I have glimpsed how lonely and abandoned he has been in this court.

Has anyone before me shown Lanlin love?

Yet Lanlin has still tried his hardest to show both Daire and me love, like he is even now.

I kiss fervently over the Ankh bond mark, needing to share this moment with my Alpha, even if he’s not ready to allow us back into his nest.