Aftermath (7 page)

Moving downward, he slid his tongue along her soft folds, taking his first taste of the woman who would soon be his queen.

Trista shuddered and reached for the support of Braedon’s shoulders, knowing if she did not hold onto him she would surely fall to the ground. Though she had pleasured herself since she was old enough to become aware of her burgeoning sexuality, she had never been touched by a man before, had never felt the exquisitely painful bliss of this kind of arousal.

And now he was between her legs, tasting her essence and driving her mad with the need to explode against his hot, wet tongue. She surged forward, giving him better access to her throbbing pussy, whimpering when he smoothed his tongue over her clit. Sparks flew out from her fingertips as her faerie dust shot forth, surrounding them both in her arousing pheromones that made her quest for release even more urgent.

“Please,” she whispered, then tugged her bottom lip between her teeth to silence herself. She wanted nothing to break the spell of his moment, nothing to disturb the ecstasy that hovered just out of her reach.

Braedon tormented her, pulling back just as she climbed close to the edge, seeming to know when she was near completion. His tongue was maddening, sliding over her heated flesh and searing her with its fire.

There! Oh, right there!
He was a master of pleasure and she a desperate subject eager to learn all he could teach her. She had no idea the intimacy of such an act could take her to the very edge of reason.

But watching him move his tongue over her, feeling the quakes trembling within her body and knowing he caused them was nearly too much to bear. The visuals of his tongue darting across her feminine flesh only added to her need.

She grabbed his shoulder and held on as the first sparks of orgasm flamed inside her. When his tongue entered her cunt, she screamed and flooded his face with her creamy juices, unable to hold back as her climax went on seemingly forever.

Could an orgasm make one insane? She had never lost total control of thought or action as she came, but knowing that Braedon knelt before her, licking up every drop of her release, made her temporarily mindless and unaware of the world around her. As she slowly floated back to reality, she looked down to find him sitting on his heels, looking up at her with a grin on his face. His face was moist with her juices, making her pussy tumble with pleasure all over again.

Her heart melted. Braedon was so amazingly beautiful when he smiled. His blue eyes sparkled and she saw a dimple on one side of his mouth. Just looking at him made her desire spring to life anew.

“That was merely a beginning, my lady,” he said, standing and reaching for her. “We have much more to do this eve.”

She knew at that moment she would give him whatever he wanted.

“Kiss me, faerie,” he said, and she released her wings, fluttering up so she was at eye level with him.

Grasping his face between her hands, she marveled at the difference in their sizes—he so large and she so small. She let her tongue flicker out and rim the seam of his lips, tasting herself on his mouth before sliding her tongue inside the hot cavern of his mouth, teasing his tongue with her own and hoping she was not fumbling in her attempts to arouse him.

There were so many things she had no knowledge of, including kissing. She dare not tell Braedon she had never kissed anyone before or he would laugh at her lack of experience. Though as he pulled her down so her feet touched the ground and pressed his length against hers, she felt the evidence of his arousal and it pleased her to know he wanted her.

Perhaps she was not completely inept. Though she was very curious. She pulled her lips from his and said, “I wish to do the same to you that you did to me.” His gaze dropped down, his lips curling in a half smile that made her wet again. “If you wrap those sweet lips around my cock right now, little faerie, I will explode in your mouth.” He said it as a warning, as if that was not something she would like. Oh, but he was wrong. For the very thing he thought would stall her was what she craved.

“I would very much like to taste you exploding in my mouth.” Uttering a harsh oath, he dragged her against his chest. “That we shall save for another time. I cannot wait any longer to sheath myself inside your tight cunt.” He followed up his statement by crushing his mouth against hers. His fingers dug into her hips as he rocked her against his erection.

Exquisite need coiled inside her belly, flames licking her sex with every thrust of his hard shaft against her. Yet he was still clothed, that barrier between them like an insurmountable chasm. Not breaking the contact of their lips, she reached between them and began to untie the laces of his jerkin, her fingers shaking as she pulled them apart and settled her hands on his flesh.

Warm flesh. Heated flesh. Smooth, hairless, well-muscled, his heartbeat strong and rhythmic against her palm. His skin was hot to the touch, so much like the scorching need between her legs that craved soothing relief.

But there was much more of him to uncover. She slipped the jerkin from his shoulders and trailed her fingers over a flat abdomen that boasted of bulging muscles. Realizing she could linger for hours on the chiseled planes of his abdomen, she forced herself to move lower, opening his breeches and following the trail of silken down to the hidden treasure.

She encircled his cock with one hand while tugging his breeches with the other. He laughed against her mouth, the sound low and husky, pushing her hands away to finish the task for her.

With an audible sigh she stepped back to view him completely naked. Truly he was perfection, even with the battle scars across his chest and arms. She made a note to kiss every one of those scars, but that would have to wait until later. Right now the sense of urgency filled the air between them. She shivered at the loss of his body contact and stepped toward him, thrilled at the possessive way he hauled her into his arms and kissed her on a ragged breath.

Taking her with him, he knelt then lay on the ground, positioning them so they were side by side. She rested her head on his upper arm and was lost in the blue depths of his eyes. Her skin tingled as he smoothed his hand over her shoulder and down her arm, then along her hipbone. Snaking ever lower, his fingers tangled in the curls of her mound before finding that spot between her legs that drove her mad with pleasure.

When he slipped his fingers between her folds and gently inserted two into her cunt, she arched off the ground and cried out, widening her eyes at the sensation of actual flesh inside her. She had used the
tubara
stick to pleasure herself, but nothing felt as good as the feel of a man’s fingers inside her. His flesh was warm and flexible as he moved them in and out of her, slowly at first then picking up a rhythm as she rocked her pussy against his hand.

This was nothing like giving herself pleasure. This was lying back and letting a man take her ever closer to a shattering climax. She actually whimpered when he withdrew his fingers, then nearly died as he slipped those fingers between his lips to lick away her cream.

Her heart pounded so hard she was certain he heard it, though he made no mention of it. Nay, he seemed more than focused on her face as he licked the juices from his fingers.

“You taste like the sweet flowering fruit of your land,” he whispered, pressing his lips to hers and letting her taste her own cream on his mouth. He fit his lips firmly over hers then, rolling her over onto her back and pushing her legs apart with his knee. When he nestled between them and brushed the head of his cock against her flaming sex, she moaned, eager to feel him embedded deeply inside her.

She didn’t need to wait long for he maneuvered his cock head between her folds, leaned up on his hands until his gaze met hers.

“You are mine now, faerie. No matter the reason, no matter what happens, you will always be mine.” He drove into her with a quick thrust until he was buried inside her to the hilt.

His thick shaft filled her, stretching her until her juices poured from her pussy and down her buttocks.

Oh, she had never felt anything so deliriously wonderful before. This feeling of being possessed and claimed by Braedon was overwhelming. The intimacy of the joining was indescribable. The sensations he evoked just being inside her was more than she could have ever imagined.

She had seen couplings between the faeries in her kingdom before, had enjoyed watching them make love in various positions and all different manners, but she had no idea how it would feel to have a thick cock buried inside her, pulsing with life and stretching her in such a sweetly painful way she thought she might scream.

But there was more to this joining than just the physical pleasure. There was an emotional bonding that came along with it that she had been unprepared for, and she felt a tear escape her eye. Braedon bent down and kissed the tear from the corner of her eye.

“Have I hurt you?” he asked, concern etching a frown onto his perfect face.

“Nay,” she said with a smile. “‘Tis such a magical event, I am without words to describe it.” He smiled and moved his lips to her eyes, kissing each of them closed, then whispering in her ear.

“You are the magic, faerie.”

He pulled back and thrust deeper, making her believe that the magic lay within him.

“So tight,” he murmured, leaning down and resting his palms on either side of her face. “You will surely render me helpless with your sweet cunt, my faerie. Can you feel it squeeze me?” Incapable of speech, she could only nod her head. She truly felt the tightening around his shaft until there was no space left inside her that was not touched by Braedon. The way he looked at her, the way he kissed her, filled her with wonder. More than passion poured from his lips. For the first time in her life she felt cherished, desired, needed. The ache inside her grew more powerful. Passion coupled with emotion to drive her senses into another realm where only the two of them existed. She heard no sounds from the forest, no water rushing through the creeks, no birds singing overhead. ‘Twas as if only the two of them existed in their own universe.

Was this heaven or just a small slice of what it could be? As he moved within her, she felt every inch of him, every inch of her as her body struggled to hold onto him. Each thrust sent sparks shooting inside her.

He rubbed his pelvis against her sensitive clit when he drove hard and deep. She wrapped her legs around him and held him there, reveling in the sensation of power as she heard his groans of pleasure.

“Do I please you, Braedon?” she asked, needing to hear the words from him.

He leaned up to look at her and frowned, moving firmly against her. “What do you think, little faerie?” Lines furrowed his brows and along the outside of his eyes as he grimaced and powered hard, banging against her clit again. She gasped. “I think that I will soon come.” After that no words were necessary. Braedon buried his face in her neck, licking the column of her throat until her body burned but her skin was cooled by goose bumps. When he ground hard against her sex she splintered, released her magic and golden dust flew around them, like thousands of fireflies in the air. The keening wail she heard was her own, surprising her by the intensity of her orgasm, for she thought the ones Braedon had given her earlier had been more than she had ever experienced.

But this…this was so different, this feeling of being one with him, especially when he wrapped his hands underneath her buttocks and held tight, groaning loud against her throat and pumping hard and fast. His hot seed spurted inside her and she welcomed it as one more thing to bind them together. She held him, kissing his shoulder as he rode out the thunderous climax that left him shuddering against her.

Afraid to move, she ran her fingers over his sweat-soaked skin and stared up at the sky with a new outlook.

No one could call her a child now. She was a woman, and had just been taken by her betrothed.

Though that thought conjured up some problematic issues, like how she could get her father to take her back since Braedon had just bedded her.

Then again, Braedon seemed so…different tonight. More than just passion lived within him. She had felt strong emotions when he made love to her. Yes, of course there was passion and that had been paramount, but also more than that. She sensed a loneliness within him and a profound pain that brought tears to her eyes. Whatever it was he masked it well because she could not tap into the meaning of his pain, she merely knew it existed within him.

To be able to use her magic to read him was more than a little disconcerting. It meant she had connected with him on more than simply a physical level. It meant she might just care for Braedon. The thought brought both awe and a bit of unease. What did she really know about him? He was king and his parents had died. He had a younger brother and sister that he virtually ignored.

‘Twas time to find out more about this man she was betrothed to. Perhaps a little more insight would help her decide whether she stayed in Greenbriar or schemed her way to freedom.

“Tell me about your family,” she started, trailing her finger around his human-shaped ear. So different in many ways than the elvin and faerie males, yet in many ways just the same.

He tensed, then pushed off and sat up. “Why would you ask that?” Rolling over onto her side, she tangled her fingers in the crisp hair of his thigh. “I am curious to know your background. After all, we are to be wed and after what happened just now I would think—”

“Stop.”

Her hand stilled and she frowned at him. “Stop what?”

“Stop thinking.” He rose and grabbed his clothes, jerking his legs into his breeches in such a hurry it made her head spin. “Stop asking questions. What happened tonight changes nothing.” He was wrong. It
had
changed everything. She stood and reached for her gown, feeling more naked and vulnerable than ever. “I meant only to show you my interest in your family.” His glare was cold, replacing the warmth inside her with an icy chill. “You meant only to pry. Fucking you does not give you ownership over me. Do not attempt to delve into my personal life.” His…was she not his “personal life” now? “Braedon, I beg to differ, but—”