Chapter 23

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

WREN

T he sound of my heart is a hammer in my ears, my entire body keyed up and ready for Caelan.

"I want you to do what you promised," I finally answer him, feeling slightly shy, despite the fact that we're both completely naked, no charmed cookie involved.

He lets out another low rumble, what sounds suspiciously like a growl, and my eyebrows arch as I wait. My thighs tremble, and I can't deny I'm nervous because it's been a while and his dick is… huge.

Purple, a darker shade than the rest of him, closer to eggplant than the light lavender of the rest of his skin, a silvery pearl of liquid drips from the tip and I squeeze my thighs together, anticipating the feel of him.

"Be more specific, little golden witch," he demands, arching a dark eyebrow.

I clear my throat, throwing caution to the wind, deciding to make good on his promise in the Ever Forest.

"You said you'd eat me like a feast." My voice breaks on the last word.

A cocky, stunning half-smile tugs up one corner of his mouth, his fangs lengthening. "So I did."

Growing bold under his hot, steady gaze, I swallow and push my right leg further out.

His eyes dilate immediately, the light blue swallowed up by darkness as I spread myself for him, putting myself on display.

An invitation.

"You didn't ask what eating you like a feast meant," he says, the bed groaning as he puts his weight on it, climbing over my body. My hands go to the thick muscle of his chest, loving the feel of his warm body against my palms, the way he shudders at my touch, his muscles bunching as he moves.

His mouth finds mine, and suddenly, his gentle, exploring kisses aren't enough.

I need more.

My heartbeat quickens to the pace of hummingbird wings, and I run my hands down his back until I find the firmly muscled globes of his ass, and squeeze.

I'm rewarded with a feral snarl, and he nips at my lower lip, fangs sharp and exciting.

"Be careful what you wish for, love, because you might just get it."

"Tell me what you meant by feasting on me," I whine. I can't wait any longer. I can feel the orgasm starting to build, wretchedly out of reach still, and I take one hand off his ass and slide it down my pelvis until my fingers find my slick heat.

I moan, my hips lifting of their own accord as I find my clit.

Caelan's gaze is avid, transfixed on my face, and I lock my eyes on his.

"Touch me," I say, my voice high and breathy with need.

He groans, and then he's moving down my body. His mouth latches on one nipple and I cry out, my circles on my clit growing more fervent as he sucks. He skips the other breast, leaving me wanting for more, but desperate to have him where he's headed.

He leaves a trail of hot kisses down my abdomen, pausing for a long moment to stare at my belly button with abject confusion.

It's only then I realize he doesn't have a bellybutton, but as his attention drifts lower, I shove that thought aside for another time.

His hot breath drifts over my pussy, and I keep touching myself as he watches, his fangs looking longer and sharper than ever.

I'm writhing against my bed, desperate to come and so close, when the steel band of his fingers lock around my wrist and he pulls my hand away from me.

His mouth closes around my wet fingers, and I moan as he sucks them, his long tongue grazing the tips.

"My turn," he rasps, and he presses the palms of his hands to the inside of my thighs, spreading me wide. "Good little witch, you taste so fucking good. I want you to come all over my tongue for me, can you do that?"

He lowers his hot mouth to my sex, and I can't manage a coherent answer as his tongue laps at my clit, his fangs pressing the lips of my pussy wide open and holding them there. I'm crying out his name, my hands fisting in his hair as he works me. He plunges a finger in, stretching me, and my legs begin shaking in earnest.

"What a lovely witch you are, so wet and warm for my cock, so ready to let me stretch you. So tight, such a pretty pink cunt," he murmurs, and each word of praise winds me tighter.

A second finger joins the first, and he's pumping in and out slowly, my pussy making an obscenely wet noise.

"You taste like the nectar of the gods. You are a fucking dream, Wren." His hips are grinding against my bed, the entire frame creaking. "Tell me what you want, pretty witch."

"More," I cry out, my hips bucking.

"Ask me nicely," he growls, a feral look in those blue eyes.

"Please, please, Caelan, I need more."

He doesn't make me wait, and as he adds a third finger inside me, he sucks my clit, hard, somehow lapping at it and finding the secret spot deep inside me that makes me scream.

White fire flashes across my field of vision, my body finally reaching the apex, the orgasm so strong that it seems like gold sparks are falling from the ceiling.

"Look at you," Caelan says, still pressing my thighs apart. "Look at how fucking perfectly you came for me," he croons. "Pretty little Wren. Look what you did to me. To the room."

I blink, and sure enough, there are gold sparks in the air, dazzling and ridiculous, proof of my magic's happiness at what we just did.

As for Caelan, he's half-kneeling on the bed, his cock now a deep shade of plum, and thicker than ever.

My jaw drops at the sight of it, and as I watch, it grows.

A bulge forms at the base of his cock, and suddenly, I want to touch it.

I want Caelan to feel as good as I do.

I sit up, slightly dizzy but determined, and take him in hand.

"Fuck, Wren, touch me, yes," he hisses, and I love it. I love how this powerful male is at my personal disposal.

It makes me feel powerful in turn, powerful and slightly wicked as I lean down and draw the tip of his cock into my mouth.

"I'm going to come in that pretty throat of yours if you're not careful."

I back off, licking the proof of his words from his slit, and it's delicious. My eyes widen in surprise because he tastes like an almond cake I once had at a very fancy party back in the city, and I want more.

"Tastes good." Shock is clear in my tone.

"fae cum is nutritious, too." His voice is a croak and he cups my chin, looking deep into my eyes. "You've brought out my knot already, little witch. You've put me under a spell, body and soul."

"Knot?" I ask, breathless, wanting to taste him again, addicted to the taste of him already.

"It will stretch you so good, love. You'll come around my cock over and over again, milking me until you're fat and swollen with my cum. I'll lap it from you with my tongue, and make you eat it so none is wasted."

I moan, and I wonder if he hasn't put me under some kind of spell, because that sounds fucking perfect right now.

"And you'll swell with my babe, and I'll fuck you over, and over, and over again, until all you can think about is how good I taste and how much you want me." It's a near snarl now, and the bulge at the bottom of his cock is pulsing slightly.

"I want it," I tell him, whining slightly, feeling heady and faint with desire.

"You're not ready to take it," he warns me.

I don't like that answer; I don't like it at all. I grab the bulge, the knot, he called it, and squeeze.

He looses a ragged groan, and I grin in triumph before lowering my mouth to his cock and taking him as deep as I can. He hits the back of my throat, the unbelievable sweet taste of him stronger now, and I suck on him hard, one hand on his knot, the other working the long, thick shaft of his rock-hard cock.

"You want my knot, little witch, my Wren?" he asks, his voice deeper than before. The bulge in my hand is growing even bigger, hotter, as I work him, taking him as far into my mouth as I can manage.

"Tell me," he demands. "Tell me yes, and I'll make you mine right now. I'll fill you with my cum and you'll be mine until the end of our days. Is that what you want?"

Maybe I've lost what sense I had left because right now, with him holding my hair in his hand, his cock in my mouth, it's all I want.

It feels right.

It feels like the only possible thing to do.

I let him go with a pop, and instead of answering right away, I back up.

He watches me with a lascivious expression, his cheeks a deeper purple now, his fangs even longer than I think they were before.

Slowly, I keep backing up.

Then I turn away from him, go to my elbows and my knees, and shove my ass high in the air.

"I want it," I tell him. "Give it to me."

"Such a demanding, perfect little love, Wren, what a good mate you are."

Mate .

The word floats between us, and I try to grab at it, to hold it close and decipher it.

But he slams into me, and I scream.

He feels endless, stretching me in a way I'm not sure my body can physically handle. The bulge of his cock, his knot, presses into me, and I startle as I realize it's not even in yet.

"Oh, goddess," I moan, and he pushes my chest gently down until my back is as arched as physically possible, my body completely his to use.

And I love it.

"So fucking perfect, and all mine," he snarls, the words less human-sounding by the second. "All mine, little witch. This perfect cunt belongs to me. You belong to me."

I keen, the noise coming out of me like no sound I've ever made before, squirming and pressing back into him.

His hands reach under my body, and then his finger is circling my clit again, soft, gentle brushes at odds with the ferociousness of his voice, at odds with the force of his knot at my entrance.

"Relax, love, relax," he croons. "Relax and come for me. Come for your fae lover."

The circles on my clit intensify and I jerk, pressing back, feeling like it's too much, and then he snaps his hips again and all the breath leaves my lungs at once.

"There it is, there it is, my golden Wren."

I'm falling apart, falling off a ledge so high I could never see it before, and as he pulls me up, flush to his body, something sharp and unexpected pierces the tender flesh of my neck.

He's biting me.

The orgasm lasts so long that I'm no longer sure where I end and he begins.