Page 48 of Fae Trials

A shiver of pleasure ran down my spine. Some evenings, Elijah visited and didn’t want to talk. On those times, he would be inventive, sometimes fucking me hard and brutal and other times slow and sensual, like he wanted it to last forever. I loved fucking Elijah, but the sex was best when he was commanding.

Resting my palms on the mattress, I spread my knees wide. “Like this?”

His breathing became ragged. “Good girl.”

I wiggled my ass. “Are you going to fuck me?”

“In good time.” He spread me apart with his thumbs and ran a finger down from my entrance to my throbbing clit. “What a pretty little pussy.”

The muscles of my core clenched with need. We didn’t often get the chance for a long, unhurried fuck, as Sicily was always in the other room, but on days like this, he liked to take his time teasing me to distraction, and when he finally gave me his thick, juicy cock, I would howl like a banshee.

“I need it now.”

He walked around to my head and unfastened the top button of his pants. “Suck me first?”

My tongue darted out to lick my lips. “Yes.”

He placed his hand on the side of my face. “It’s all yours.”

I ran my fingertips over the bulge in his pants, savoring its warmth and hardness. With deliberate slowness, I unbuttoned the rest of his fly and pulled aside the woolen fabric of his pants to reveal my prize. It stood proudly with a bulbous cock-head oozing precum from its tip.

I lapped up the clear fluid, making him rock forward onto his heels and groan. A giggle bubbled up in the back of my throat. He was sensitive today.

“Put it in your mouth,” he groaned.

“In a minute.” I kissed around the space where his shaft met the tip and ran my tongue along the most sensitive part of his underside that led to the slit.

Elijah threw his head back and moaned. “Unity.”

With a smile, I let him slip between my lips. Panting harder than usual, he took control, rocking back and forth, moaning with each thrust. I don’t know if it was because of the wings or the new location, but he seemed to be reaching a climax at an alarmingly rapid pace.

Just before his cock swelled, Elijah pulled back and roared.

I blinked. “Why did you—”

Jet after jet of semen spurted in my face, some getting in my eye. I reared back, tried to turn my head, but Elijah grabbed my hair and held me in place, squirting his cum up my nose, in my eyes, and into my protesting mouth.

“Fuck,” he moaned and released my hair.

“Bloody hell!” I wiped the cum out of my eyes with the back of my hand. “Why the hell did you do that?”

“Open your eyes,” he said.

My surroundings faded, and I blinked to find myself sitting on a pile of ashes in the middle of a huge ring of dining tables. The wall to my left consisted of a massive, floor-to-ceiling window that overlooked the mountains and Snaefell Palace.

“What is this?” I stared up at Elijah, not quite understanding why the cottage had morphed into the academy dining room.

Behind Elijah stood Ladies Salix, Gazania, Aster, and Gala.

And they each gave me a mocking round of applause.

Chapter 14

I jerked away and scrambled back in the ashes, my heart thumping against my chest like a captured jackrabbit. A frantic pulse beat between my ears, muffling the sounds of feminine giggles. My gaze darted from Elijah, who leered down at me with a grotesque grin, and back to the Fated.

“What is this?” I whispered.

“How did you break the glamor?” Lady Gala snapped. “They told me you had no magic.”