Page 63 of Fae Trials

Prince Rory placed a hand on my shoulder. “Take your time. This isn’t a race.”

“What?” My gaze snapped up to his smiling eyes.

“Place my balls in your mouth and suck.”

I groaned with a mix of frustration, amusement, and arousal gathering low in my belly. Prince Rory raised his hips off the chaise. Before I could pull his pants down his ankles, they, along with my clothes, disintegrated like dead leaves.

Cool air swirled around my naked form, and my nipples tightened. “What did you do—”

“Shhh.” He placed a finger on my lips and scooted forward. “I’ll return your uniform after I’m satisfied.”

I leaned further between his spread thighs and placed a kiss on his balls. Peach fuzz the same color as the blond highlights in his hair tickled my lips. I hummed my approval, opened my mouth, and eased his testicle down my tongue.

Prince Rory panted. “You naughty girl.”

I continued licking and sucking his ball, eliciting the types of mewls and gasps and whimpers unexpected from a murderous fae prince. My right hand slid between his muscled thighs, and I wrapped my fingers around his thick, hot shaft.

“Put my cock in your pretty mouth,” he growled.

Slipping his testicle from my lips, I ran my tongue down the underside of that veiny shaft. His cock head was a deep red darker than the russet shade of his pubes with pre-cum drizzling down to my fingers.

I longed to lick off the moisture, but I had my orders, so I ran the flat of my tongue over his slit and lapped up the salty fluid.

“Good girl,” said Prince Rory with a gasp.

Heat flared between my legs, and my core twitched, urging me to scramble up his thighs and show him what else I could do with his royal cock.

I kissed and nipped and licked his shaft, sucked him along the sides, ran my tongue over its prominent veins, all while massaging his balls with one hand. Prince Rory’s moans drowned out the frantic pounding between my ears.

“Put it in your mouth,” he said through harsh, panting breaths. “Suck me.”

He could wait. While I was with him, nothing mattered. Not the fated’s attempts at assassination and not these wings that fluttered faster than the hungry twitching in my core. Even my concern for Sicily receded to a minor ache. I reveled in the respite, in my control over this powerful male, and continued teasing that huge, royal cock.

His thighs trembled, and I reached between my sopping wet folds and placed a finger on my throbbing clit.

I ran gentle circles around the sensitive bundle of nerves, drawing out the sensations to pace myself and not climax too soon. Pleasure rippled through my core, making my eyes roll to the back of my head.

He wrapped a hand around my arm. “What are you doing?”

My brows furrowed. “Making myself climax.”

“Get on the chaise.”

“Why?”

“Do you want me to lick your pearl or not?”

As I shot to my feet, Prince Rory lay on his back with his arms stretched out to me. “Place your knees by my shoulders.”

“Really?”

He pulled me close and hoisted me into position over his huge, muscular frame. My hands landed on his hips, and my shins sank into the petal-soft cushions on either side of his head. I stared at the huge, glistening cock in my line of sight.

“Now, suck me.” His hot breath against my folds made the muscles of my core clench.

Wrapping one hand around the base of his shaft, I lowered my lips to that enormous head. I had to open wide to accommodate his girth, but with mutual, appreciative groans, I let him slide down to the back of my throat.

His panting breaths fanned across my sex, making me cry out for his touch.