How to Keep a Fae (Coveted Fae #1)

Chapter 4

Chapter Four

Adaline

“ A daline!” The house mistress’ hail stirs me from an erotic fantasy. I’ve been trying to read this book for several minutes… hours, and I haven’t gotten past the first page. My mind keeps drifting back to the rugged alpha with the mahogany eyes who stole my breath.

I blush and scramble up, burying my book in my nest. There’s a clench low in my womb. Excitement. My hands are shaking. Will it be him?

I haven’t seen him since. A month has passed, maybe more. Every time Denna calls my name, my heart skips a beat, followed by sharp disappointment when I discover it’s not him.

Eventually, I will see him again, won’t I?

I gulp deep breaths and pace about a bit. I should go and open the covering. It’s expected of me. It’s normal. But instead, I’m pacing back and forth, trying to calm my racing heart.

Why did I do that to him? Sink to my knees and take him into my mouth. It’s not like fae or omegas of any kind are backward in coming forward. Just not when it comes to feeding. I don’t even know what nonsense was going on in my head.

I know how they talk about omegas of all kinds. Saying our heads are full of air, flouncing around in our silk gowns while the warriors and imperials are outside Sanctum doing dangerous quests and patrols, fighting orcs. He probably chuckled about what I did afterward or bragged about what a lusty fae he had.

Oh, now I don’t know if I want to see him ever again.

“Adaline!”

I dart for the doorway. The house mistress never hails us twice and is sure to call me into her room tomorrow to discuss why I took so long.

I snatch the covering away. She is right outside, her eyes narrowed.

“I was in the bathing room,” I say, stumbling over the words.

Her eyes narrow further, almost like she can smell the lie upon me. My cheeks are hotter than the sun.

Around her, warriors pass, entering nesting rooms.

Lifting her nose, she moves on.

A warrior steps into her place. My eyes go up and up until they eventually meet his golden ones.

Impressions slam into me one after another: brooding, intense, and dominant.

I squeak. My stomach does that strange freefall as I dart back, dropping the door covering.

He is still on the other side!

I quickly snatch the heavy material out of the way. Goodness, I’m a gibbering wreck. I can’t believe I did that again.

It’s not my rugged alpha but a different warrior. Another one I’ve never met before. It happens from time to time as they change up members of patrols.

Several beats pass before he ducks into the room. He is the tallest warrior I’ve ever met—he is also fae, with his long, pointed ears peeping between his dark hair.

He stalks deeper into my nesting room. “I’m not injured.” His voice is deep, smooth, and eminently cultured, and it turns my insides to goo.

I’m still holding onto the covering and belatedly allow it to drop.

Where have my wits gone? Why is my heart hammering in my chest?

I can’t make eye contact with him. He’s very handsome. Otherworldly so. It is truly impressive how I noticed this during my brief glance before I tore my gaze away.

I feel overwhelmingly shy. No, I’m definitely not going to drop my knees and demand to suck his cock. Making eye contact again is an insurmountable challenge—I’m breathless just being enclosed in the same room.

He steps closer.

My eyes want to slide around him, my heart thumping inside the cage of my ribs, slick flooding my pussy with the need to serve him, even though he’s not injured at all.

He is absolutely filthy, I realize as my eyes finally make contact with his armor-covered chest. There are dark blood splatters all over his armor.

A clean hand, likely enclosed in a glove during the battle, enters my periphery. Broad. Capable. The knuckles are scuffed with scars. I stop breathing as he reaches out and cups two fingers under my chin, lifting it.

“Beautiful,” he murmurs.

My eyes flash up and collide with his.

He blinks a few times as though rousing himself from a daze. And then he brushes his thumb over my lips. A strange compulsion grips me, for I part and suck.

“Gods,” he says. He doesn’t take his thumb away, and I’m still sucking on it while staring into his pretty golden eyes. His jaw works. I think he’s going to say something. And then he carefully plucks his thumb from my lips.

“I need to clean up,” he mumbles almost to himself, turning his face to the side.

I remain frozen in place. He steps back, still in profile, allowing me to drink him in. He wears the visage of a dark, avenging angel. His hair is black and straight. It parts in the center and forms a frame around his face: square jaw, full lips—a narrow slash of a nose. Goodness, I think I might spontaneously climax just from being trapped in the same room.

He turns his back on me, and the spell is broken. I suck much-needed air into my lungs. My hand goes to my throat, the pulse jumping under my fingertips.

He strips, shucking out of his armor, one piece at a time, placing it all neatly on the narrow bench and hooks just inside the door intended for such purpose. His back is to me, a broad expanse of scarred flesh. And then his pants come down, revealing a firm muscular ass and powerful thighs.

He glances back over his shoulder. I snap my eyes from my perusal of his ass. The air is so thick in here, saturated with his pheromones.

“Get on the nest,” he says coolly. “Hands and knees, head down, ass up and thighs apart.”

A mini explosion goes off in my womb.

“Naked,” he tacks on. His hot gaze sweeps the length of me before returning to meet mine, pinning me like prey. His lips rise in a hint of a smirk. “Just in case there is any confusion.”

Nope, no confusion here .

He strides off for the bathing room. The sound of water follows.

Goodness. I turn toward the bed, the door, and back to face the bathing room. I have turned a full circle and not made a single step.

I’m to present. Naked.

I rip my gown over my head, toss it to the floor, and throw myself onto my nest. My whole body is trembling, pussy weeping—even my nipples are hard.

He doesn’t need any healing. He doesn’t need my blood. Yet I want him to bite. Not because he needs to. Because he chooses to.

My breasts feel unbearably heavy as I crawl into the center and place myself into position as he ordered, with my ass facing toward the bathing room door.

With my whole world centered on the sounds of the water in the other room, I lower my cheek to the soft material of my nest, widen my knees, and wait.

His scent lingers in the room and seems to caress me from the inside out as it passes into my lungs with every breath.

This is so... debauched, waiting for him like this. Presenting myself for ravishment with my ass in the air. Worse, he will suffer no delusion about what this does to me when he sees the slick trickling down my inner thighs.

My pussy aches. Ready for him.

The water shuts off.

Another mini spasm quakes inside my pussy.

I clamp my hand over my mouth to smother my needy whimpers.

His footsteps barely make a sound, but his rich scent wafts over me anew, confirming he is close.

He stops. A low growl follows that shoots liquid fire straight through my core and all the way to my nipples, which peak harder still.

“Now that’s a vision if ever I saw one,” he says.

The tiny hairs on my skin stand to attention.

He draws closer. Arousal pounds through me, sparked by the approval in his words, but also knowing he is looking at me… probably looking at me there .

The nest sinks as he kneels on it. And then a broad, calloused palm slides from my shoulder down to my ass. He squeezes it lightly.

“Very good,” he says.

He moves, the nest shifting under his weight and two hands cup my ass caressing gentle circles that draw his thumbs ever closer to my core.

He rumbles a purr like a big lazy cat, one that dips to a distinctly approving timbre as his thumbs find the slick that’s trickling down my thighs.

“My sweet fae has made a little mess,” he rumbles. “Let me clean you all up.”

Goddess, I swear the devil himself is trapped inside my room with me and cast me under a spell.

He shifts again. A squeak escapes me as a hot tongue laps me from behind. He hums approvingly. My whole body locks up as he continues to lick and lap lightly over the tops of my thighs. I continue to weep slick for him as he holds me gently, getting his tongue ever close to my core.

I can feel the coil pulling tight in my pussy.

And then he stops. Shifts.

I think he’s going to fuck me. I’m hoping that he will. He’s leaning right over me, his chest brushing against my back…

He plucks my palm from over my mouth, places it gently next to my face, and brushes the hair from my cheek.

My eyes snap open, and I peek up at him .

“I want your sounds,” he says, stroking a finger down my cheek. “Never hide your pleasure sounds from me.”

There is a distinct warning in his voice. He fully expects me to obey.

I nod, a little frantic that I have disappointed him and determined to be good.

He sinks down behind me again… and plunges his tongue straight into my core.

I moan helplessly and jerk away.

He grips my thighs holding me still, and with another approving hum, pokes his tongue deeply into my pussy. I’m about to explode. He slides his tingue out and circles it around the puckered entrance to my ass. I squeak. His fingers tighten on my thighs, keeping me still, and he laps a lazy trail all over my wet folds and closes his lips around my clit.

He sucks and performs a kind of erotic magic by flicking the tip with his tongue at the same time.

My climax slams into me.

I squeal. My whole body feels like it’s unraveling. I’m nothing but a twitching, moaning mess.

He surges up, and hot flesh spears me in a single thrust, awakening sweet nerves the length of my channel.

He hums deeply.

I’m still coming, my pussy fluttering over that glorious hard male flesh. He pulls out slowly, only to thrust back in.

“Oh God!”

“Hmm,” he says. “Not a God. Merely a warrior.”

He fucks me. Slow, steady thrusts. Each one lands with a hefty clap of flesh meeting, jolting pleasure straight through me. He shifts me. Widens his stance. The next time he slams into me, he hits a sensitive place deep inside that blooms an achy kind of pleasure.

“There we go,” he says. “That’s the spot. ”

There’s a steady rhythm to his rutting, the way our flesh comes together.

Smack.

Smack.

Smack.

One arm snakes around my waist, his fingertips sliding back and forth over my swollen clit as he continues the deep, savage thrusts. Making me twitch and groan. Making my pussy flood with slick.

“Gods, your cunt is sopping,” he rumbles.

Smack.

Smack.

Smack.

He’s bottoming out with every thrust hitting the entrance to my womb. It aches, but it also makes me wet. There is so much of him. He’s huge everywhere, but especially there . I don’t know how I’m taking him, but somehow I do.

Does he have a knot? I wonder a little frantically. I don’t have a vast amount of experience with fae, full blood or otherwise.

I can’t take it if he has a knot.

I can’t take this.

I’m a writhing ball of pleasure with no idea what is up or down.

Smack.

Smack.

Smack.

He is relentless.

I whimper when he takes his fingers away from my clit. He doesn’t let up the steady, pounding thrusts as slick fingertips pet the sensitive entrance to my ass, circling the little hole. And then, without warning, he thrusts a single finger in.

I squeal in shock. He slams deeply and holds still, keeping me impaled upon his cock and the finger in my ass.

I’m confused, pulsing and squeezing over the dual penetrations. It feels unexpectedly good. I didn’t know I would be sensitive there.

“Has anyone fucked your ass?” he asks casually like I’m not a writhing mass of fae pleasure drooling over her nest.

“No!”

“You will take well to it,” he says.

With the next thrust, he pushes his finger deeper at the same time.

I moan. It makes my ass flutter with dark, twisty pleasure.

“There we go,” he rumbles.

Leaving his finger there as he begins to pound into me again with the same steady rhythm.

Smack.

Smack.

Smack.

It’s too much stimulation at once. I’m coming—coming everywhere. I feel like my world is being ripped apart and reformed into something new. I’m coming in my pussy and my ass. It feels like the spasms consume my entire lower body.

He continues to thrust, insouciant to my wild moans and the constant climactic waves tearing through me. The pace increases in steady increments, making my breasts sway. Slick trickles out down my inner thighs—I don’t think I’ve ever been this wet.

I sense he is close; the quickening sensation, the way his cock feels extra hard, ignites a fresh firestorm in me, flooding my system with anticipation.

He growls and slams deeply. I convulse all over again as his hot seed bathes the entrance to my womb.

I twitch and pant. I’ve never been taken like this before. Put on my hands and knees. Commanded to present. I can feel him pulsing inside me. My whole pussy is sparking with pleasure.

He leans down, lips brushing over the pulse point in my throat, and hums against my ear. “Make no mistakes, little fae queen. If they let me have you again. I’m claiming your ass.” Then he bites, his teeth piercing my throat. The sting is followed by euphoria as my blood leaves me in a heady rush, and I come all over again.