Page 75 of Fae Games

Heat bloomed across my cheeks, and I gulped. What on earth was down there? I still hadn’t dared to look. Raising myself onto my elbows, I glanced down between my spread legs to find two fleshy wings between my outer labia protruding from my golden curls. Instead of pink, they were the same blue and purple as my wings.

Before I could comment, Prince Bradwell lowered his head between my legs and ran the tip of his tongue over my clit. It gave me the type of tingle I used to get when I’d tinker with the solar power cables. Only this time, it made the muscles of my core clench with the need to be filled.

Throwing myself back into the soft, petal-scented mattress, I clamped my thighs around Prince Bradwell’s head and let my arms flop open. Pleasure as intense as the static that sometimes cracked on my fingertips, ran up my torso, and gathered around my nipples.

“Brad,” I said. “This is so good!”

“Delectable,” he moaned into my folds and quickened the pace of his tongue.

Ecstasy coursing along my nerve endings kept me squirming on that bed. Up and down, round and round, that tongue went around my pulsing clit, swirling delicious sensations around my core. I arched and shuddered under his ministrations, wondering how on earth I could last the night with so much pleasure.

Prince Bradwell’s moans and growls sent rumbles up and down my yearning core, and his questing tongue made all the muscles tighten with the beginnings of a climax. I thrashed my head from side to side, willing myself to calm. It had only been a few minutes, and already he was taking me to unknown heights of pleasure.

“Unity.” He rubbed faster circles around my opening, never once letting me clamp around something hard.

“P-please,” I rasped. “Stick your finger inside me.”

“That’s impossible,” he said between licks.

I lifted my upper body and stared at the cerise head between my thighs. “What?”

Prince Bradwell raised his head, his eyes wide and dark. Slipping his thumb up to my clit, he rubbed gentle circles around the sensitive nub. “Your maidenhead won’t open until you have a heat. Didn’t anyone explain this?”

“Oh!” My eyes rolled to the back of my head. “Not in so many words,” I replied through clenched teeth. “Can’t female high faeries accommodate even a finger?”

“Magic won’t allow it.” His gaze dropped between my legs, and his nostrils flared with lust. “My brothers and I are lucky to have found a female who loves pleasure.”

I ran my tongue along my bottom lip. If this was Elijah, he would probably suggest anal, but Prince Bradwell was too proper to bring up such a request. Besides, I could do plenty with my hands, mouth, and other assets.

I pulled him up, so we lay facing each other with his erection pressed against my belly. “Let’s try something.”

“What?” he asked.

“Kiss me.”

Prince Bradwell’s lips crashed down on my mouth, making me moan with our mingled taste. The rest of his body followed, and his weight settled on my chest. It took a lot of wriggling about, but I worked things so his dick lay flush against my folds. If he couldn’t stick it inside me, we could still get some pleasure from his rubbing against my clit.

I slid my hands down his broad, muscular back and grabbed two handfuls of hard ass. “Rock back and forth.” I bucked my hips, sliding my core up and down that big dick. “This is the next best thing.”

Lavishing me with the most toe-curling kisses, he rolled his hips, creating even more friction against my clit. I was so wet by now, and we glided against each other in harmony with the beating of our frantic hearts. I dug the pads of my fingers into that tight ass, urging him to go faster and wishing I was human, so he could give me a hard pounding.

With a growl, he flipped me over and positioned me on all fours, and Prince Bradwell rested his chest against my back. “That’s better,” he growled. “Now, I can play with those pretty breasts.”

As he rolled my nipples between his fingers, he slid his shaft over my wet folds.

“Brad,” I murmured. “More!”

His dick rubbed against my pulsing clit, not slowing and not showing any signs of relenting even when the pleasure got too intense, and I cried out.

I had never done anything like this before. There hadn’t been any need when I was a human and able to get penetrated sex doggy-style. But at this angle, he kept me suspended on a tightrope of pleasure and frustration that made my head spin.

Sweat trickled down my brow and into my eyes, I squeeze them shut and focussed on the sensations. My forearms shook and ached with Prince Bradwell’s weight, and with his heavy, merciless thrusts.

The intensity became too much, and my front half slumped on the soft mattress. Prince Bradwell continued pumping his hips, making more and more pleasure gather low in my belly, behind my clit, and around my core to the point where I thought I would burst.

“Please,” I murmured into the soft mattress.

“What do you want?” His hot breath warmed my neck.