Chapter 22

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

CAELAN

H er bedroom smells even more like her, the mouth-watering scent of it driving me wild as I lay her down on her yellow bed.

Yellow bed, blonde hair, my little golden witch.

Blue eyes wide, she's so lovely as she looks up at me, her rose petal lips parted.

"I must be the luckiest male in the history of the world," I tell her, and her skin flushes pink with pleasure at the compliment.

I brush a fingertip across her cheekbone, savoring the warmth of her skin, committing the quality of her small sigh to memory.

Her bed creaks as I put a knee on it, and I raise an eyebrow in alarm.

I'll have to figure out a better bed for us.

She watches me, practically vibrating with nervousness or excitement, I'm not sure, and I lean down, kissing her softly, until she loops an arm around my neck and the fragrance of her arousal perfumes the air.

My cock surges against my pants, near painful with need.

"Are you alright?" I ask, not wanting to push her past her comfort, wanting to take our time together, to move us forward instead of back.

Even if it will fucking kill me to wait.

"Mm-hmm," she moans, chasing my lips with hers until I laugh and kiss her again.

She's so soft, everywhere, from the curves of her breasts to the rounded swell of her belly and hips, soft and soothing to all my hard edges.

Wren fits against me perfectly, not nearly as tall as a fae but tall for a mortal, and deliciously, deliciously submissive in bed. A fae female would be challenging me for dominance, trying to wrestle me to the bottom, but Wren is different.

She's happy to let me lead, to let me take my time kissing her, my reverence for her growing with every caress of her skin, her lips. Every tiny sound she makes spurs me on, seeking a new moan or gentle gasp from her.

"You're going to drive me crazy if you don't hurry up," she finally says, her eyes glassy with lust, her palms pressed against the plane of my chest.

I snort. "For someone lying there so sweetly, you sure like to think you're in charge."

"Please," she says, batting her eyelashes prettily at me.

My own eyes close and I groan, unable to keep my hips from snapping against her. Goddess, she'll feel so fucking good wrapped around my cock.

She lets out a low noise of encouragement, her eyes rolling back as she arches into me.

"So you're ready for me to ruin you for other males? To be satisfied by no one but me?"

She half sits up on her elbows, narrowing her eyes at me. "You talk a big game for someone who's still wearing all their clothes."

I growl, pulling my clothes off as fast as I can, and the little minx has the audacity to laugh, covering her lovely smile with a hand as I strip.

"Like what you see?" I ask, gesturing to myself. My cock bobs, as if also asking for approval, and she huffs a laugh as she nods.

"Oh, I very much like what I see," she says, my little witch as bold as brass as she wets her lips.

Before I can ask her to undress, too, she begins to tug at the waist of her pants, slowly pulling them down one leg, then the next, her undergarments disappearing with them.

I can hardly breathe.

My eyes track across the buttery smooth expanse of her calves, the muscled lines of her thighs and the delicious, light brown curling hair over her cunt. Goddess, the mouth-watering honey-sweet scent of her arousal is too much.

Pre-cum beads on my dick and my entire body goes taut as she spreads her thighs, just a little, trying to balance to pull her blouse off.

Her breasts swing free, and my throat goes dry at the sight of her.

"You are more perfect than I have ever imagined," I tell her, wanting to touch her, afraid to break this spell she's wrought over me. Afraid that if I so much as move before she invites me to, I'll wake up back in the Underhill and this will all have been a dream. "I always wondered what you would look like when I finally found you, and even my wildest imagination couldn't have competed with the reality of you."

She blushes so deeply at my praise that her chest goes red, and a low growl ripples out of me, my fangs lengthening.

Slowly, I curl my hand around my cock, unable to keep from touching myself with such a vision before me, and pump my hand down it.

Wren's gaze drops from my face to my cock, so fucking hard for her already, and when she bites her lip, I physically ache to touch her.

"Tell me what you want," I force out, refusing to move before she asks me.

I might ruin her for other males, but she's already ruined me, and I haven't even tasted her yet.