Glamoured: Chapter 39

Len’s hands wrapped around my thighs, pulling them apart slowly, the icy brush of his breath against my heated skin had me squirming. My hips flexed against his hold, and I was panting. Fucking panting.

“No time for slow today, love,” he warned me.

“Could have fooled me,” I taunted back, and as he laughed his tongue swiped through the arousal seeping from my pulsing pussy, shutting me right the hell up.

After that, he made good on his word for no time for slow, devouring me like I was his last meal. His strong hands held me as wide-open as he wanted, and he alternated between licking and sucking, rolling my clit around his tongue. The hard bundle of nerves pulsed, my legs growing weaker with each swipe.

I pushed back against the invisible wall behind, hands braced on either side of me, nails scraping as I fought for something to hold on to. As his fingers slipped inside me, one by one, sliding and pumping in time to his tongue on my clit, I screamed and gripped his head, coming so hard that there was a moment I wondered if I’d died again.

Everything went kind of dark, with only bursts of starlight across my vision as I rode his face shamelessly, uncaring if I was suffocating him. He was a big fae; he could handle it.

When the last of that orgasm had me slumping and groaning, I expected him to lift his head and move on to fucking me like our lives depended on it, only he didn’t.

He adjusted his angle, licking from the bottom of my slit to the top, taking in every last drop of my orgasm. His fingers slid inside me once more, curling until they hit my g-spot, and even though he was “cleaning me up,” all he was really doing was driving me out of my mind.

My clit spasmed, so sensitive now that even as he gently sucked it between his teeth, I was halfway to an orgasm. The flicking of his tongue increased against my sensitive flesh, moving at a pace that was definitely extra in nature. “Holy fucking fuck,” I cried as his pace picked up even further.

Len was the best vibrator in the world, and I should know, having smuggled in more than my fair share to the Clarity pack. Had to get off somehow, since I sure as shit wasn’t going near the “mate” I was assigned. Not until I had no choice.

When I was cursing, crying, and jerking my hips into Len with absolutely no shame, the sharp spiraling of pleasure grew and I almost came again, only he slowed just before I fell over the edge. My growl was impressive as my wolf raged forward. We might enjoy his dominating as he edged us during sex, but that didn’t mean there wasn’t frustration too.

“I can taste when you’re about to come,” Len rasped against my burning skin. “Your scent grows stronger, as does your taste.” He groaned. “You taste so fucking sweet.”

Swallowing roughly, I tried to find moisture, but apparently there wasn’t enough in my body to fill my mouth too. Which made sense; arousal dripped down my thighs, even with Len devouring most of it.

“We are made for each other. You taste like my perfect mate,” I whispered back, hands threading into his hair as I jerked my hips against him. His groan filled our little crystal dome, and he was soon face fucking me again. I was so close, my legs trembling as the sparks lit up my skin, while Len continued to keep me on the edge.

Until he was ready for me to fall.

This time as I cried out, he didn’t slow his pace. Nope, he moved to that super speed, building and building me. My legs shook as I clawed at the walls. It seemed I was beyond sound now, opening and closing my mouth as silent screams pushed up from my chest.

“Come,” Len commanded. The moment that one word escaped his lips, my center exploded. Fire burned through my veins as my senses elevated to new heights, the pleasure almost too much to bear. I lost track of all reality once more, and when I came back to myself I realized I’d all but collapsed on top of Len, who was holding me up.

“Dead,” I choked out in a breathless whisper. “I’m actually dead.”

His response was a low growl and as he rose, hands still on my waist, I let out a low gasp. His shirt under the duster jacket was soaked, and I could smell myself on him. That dusky scent of arousal somehow… turned me on.

“Did I do that?” I whispered, knowing the truth but needing to say it out loud. “Fuck.”

Len pressed against me, my shaky legs barely holding us up. “You will come like that every. Damn. Time.”

When he kissed me, I groaned at how good I tasted on his tongue… and lips… and apparently half his damn shirt. Who knew there was so much explosive pleasure to be released if one just had enough build-up.

When Len was finished kissing me, I was desperate to taste him the same way he’d just tasted me. Moving my lips along his jaw, I kissed the curves and bends of his body, enjoying the smooth skin. Fae had less body hair than shifters, and surprisingly I liked that. When I reached the soaked shirt, I stripped it from him, along with his silver duster that had not one speck of cum on it.

It was as magical as the fae himself.

When he was shirtless, I let my tongue dance across all of those impressive muscles. So many grooves and divots to explore, each cut line the perfect tracing path. Len remained still, allowing me as much free run as I needed to explore him as he’d done for me.

When I reached his pants, I got the buttons undone easily. Pushing them down, the thick tip of his cock came into view, followed by an equally impressive shaft as it jutted up above his balls, which rested before firm, muscled thighs. Len stepped out of his pants, and I leaned and swiped across a bead of moisture forming in the slit of his cock. A sweet taste hit me, sugary with a hint of rain and lavender. It swept across my tongue, that single drop coating it, sending hunger roaring to life within me.

Swirling my tongue around the tip, I relaxed my jaw and took Len as deep into my mouth as I could. Which unfortunately wasn’t that deep. With his size, I clearly needed some practice, and to work on my gag reflex.

If we survived this, I had the feeling I’d get all the practice needed.

As more of his sugary taste invaded my mouth, I managed to take a little more of him without choking. His fingers threaded through my hair as he groaned. “Storm, you’re driving me crazy. This feels… so fucking good.”

Considering more than a little pre-cum filled my mouth, I had no doubt that he meant every word. He was into whatever I did, which lit a feeling of confidence and power deep in my soul. Bringing my mate pleasure brought me pleasure, so it was a win fucking win in my books.

Using my hand to wrap around the shaft and base of his cock, I pumped as I bobbed my head on his cock. The sweetness of his pre-cum was adding life and energy to my body, as if it were truly nourishing for me, and despite my two orgasms, my body was already tight and throbbing.

He cupped a hand under my cheek, drawing me slowly up his body.

I rose, his commanding hold guiding me. “I don’t want to stop you,” he breathed, “but we’re running out of time. If I come now, it’ll take me a lot longer during sex. We can save that for next time when we’re safe and back in Faerie.”

The fact that he could come and then be up for round two immediately after, told me I was never going to bored with our sex life. “I’m ready for my third orgasm anyway,” I said with a low laugh. “I’ll be as quick as you need.”

His responding rumble sent shivers coursing through me. “You know that now I have to pay tribute to Shadow for his part in creating such a perfect mate for me.”

To Shadow. My shifter side was just as important to him as the Faerie side, and if that didn’t slay me the hardest…

We met in the middle of the kiss this time, and as I wrapped my arms around his neck, he lifted me up into his body. He pushed me higher than usual, just so he could lower me down onto his cock. Despite his claim about time running out, he entered me slowly, inch by delicious inch, until I was panting, tearing my mouth from his to suck in some air.

The second he lifted me again, before slamming me back down onto his cock, a third orgasm shattered through me. I cried and rocked against him, this release different to before. The pleasure was as great but I didn’t black out. I got to ride out the entire explosive experience.

Arching myself back, Len moved his hands higher to the curve of my spine. As I moved faster against him, his breaths became heavier, his head descending to suck my right nipple into his mouth. Gods. As he sucked and laved at the peak, in time to the thrust of his cock, I was panting and on the edge of my fourth orgasm.

This cock was a miracle worker.

Or more accurately, it was the fae wielding it who had worked a miracle.

“Come,” Len ordered as his teeth closed around my nipple, a flash of pleasure pain sending me right over the edge.

His cock swelled inside, and I could feel every ridge against my pulsing walls as I screamed his name. He groaned mine, spilling into me in short, jagged thrusts.

It took a long time for us both to ride out our pleasure, and when we were done, I knew that there was nothing in any worlds that could compare to what I’d just experienced here with Len.

More than sex, there had been a bonding between us. An acceptance.

Love.

The full scope of our true mate bond might still be lost in what remained of the glamour, but it didn’t hurt this connection we had.

In truth, it felt like we’d just moved one step closer to finding out the truth.

To finding everything.