31. Taryn

THIRTY-ONE

TARYN

Throughout my long life, I’ve never been in a subservient role, not even in the bedroom. I may have gone to my knees plenty of times before, but it never felt like this . Like I’ve never been more powerful than when I sexually submit to Finn’s dominance. That’s how he makes me feel as I stare up at him from where I’m kneeling in the soft grass at his feet. Powerful.

Being back in Faerie after all this time has evoked a strong sense of homecoming mixed with an equal sense of no longer belonging. The two emotions are warring within me, vying for which of them is right, while my brain is telling me the correct answer is both and neither.

If I’d returned here alone, I’d be a mess of twisted thoughts and second-guessing myself. But I’m not alone. I’ve got my brother at my back, my lover by my side, and two who are fast becoming my friends ready to support me, whatever comes our way. It’s why my nerves have quieted, why my anxiety hasn’t taken over. It’s why I’m not worrying about tomorrow when I’d much rather be focusing on the here and now, with my king.

The heat of anticipation has my pulse racing as I drink in the delicious view of his tall, broad frame. The longer sections of his hair are tousled in a mess over his forehead giving him a rakish appeal. The sharp tips of his fangs peek out from between his parted lips.

I’m reminded of how it felt when he pierced my flesh, and it causes a fresh wave of arousal to wash through me. His dark T-shirt stretches over his chest and shoulders, a stark contrast against his tanned skin, and the tactical pants hug his muscular legs and ass in a way that should be illegal.

My fingers are steady as I reach for the button of his pants. I undo it with practiced ease, my breath hitching as I slide the zipper down. He watches me with those intense, golden eyes, a silent command that sends a shiver down my spine. I slip my hand inside, feeling the hard length of him, warm and throbbing with desire.

Drawing him out, I wrap my fingers around him, marveling at his size. He really is big all over. He must read the expression on my face because he gives me an amused smirk. “We already know it fits, sweetheart, there’s no need to panic.”

“Who’s panicking?” I challenge with a regal arch of my brow, letting my hands glide down the silky smoothness of his skin over the steel-like hardness beneath. He groans, a deep, guttural sound that makes my pulse quicken.

“Keep going, solnyshko ,” he says darkly, dragging his shirt off and dropping it to the ground. “Bathe me in the heat of that sweet mouth of yours.”

I curve my lips in a coy smile. “Your wish is my command, sire.” Then I drag the flat of my tongue over the crown of his cock, lapping at the bead of pre-cum leaking from the slit.

“ Fuck ,” he rasps, the blocks of his abs contracting, making a feast for my eyes.

The first taste of him is intoxicating, a blend of salt and the unique essence that is purely Finn. I slide my mouth over him, taking him deep, feeling the weight of him on my tongue. His hands fly to my hair, fingers tangling in the strands, tugging just enough to send a thrill of pleasure-pain through me. I hollow my cheeks and suck, working my tongue in long, slow strokes along his length.

His breath hisses through clenched teeth, and I feel his thighs tense beneath my hands. I look up at him through my lashes, his head thrown back, eyes closed, and a feral snarl curling his lips, exposing his sharp fangs. The sight sends a rush of heat through me, pooling low in my belly.

I quicken my pace, taking him deeper, my hands moving in rhythm with my mouth. His grip in my hair tightens, guiding me, and I follow his lead, eager to bring him the pleasure he so richly deserves. I feel him getting closer, his breaths coming faster, his muscles taut and straining.

With a final, shuddering groan, he comes, his release hot and salty on my tongue. I swallow every drop, savoring the taste of him, the sound of his pleasure echoing in my ears. I pull back, releasing him with a soft, wet pop, and gaze up at him, my heart swelling with satisfaction at the sight of him utterly undone above me.

Finn’s eyes open, now a dark amber and smoldering with lingering desire. He reaches down, cupping my cheek with surprising gentleness, his thumb brushing over my swollen lips. “You’re so fucking perfect,” he murmurs, and the rough edge to his voice sends another thrill through me.

I smile up at him, basking in the warmth of his praise. I’m ready to do it all over again, but he hauls me down to our sleeping bags and begins undressing me. “Is this invisible barrier soundproof? Asking for a brother and two friends who might be traumatized otherwise.”

I can’t help but laugh as he pulls my shirt up over my head and tosses it to the side. “Yes, it is.”

“Good. Because I’m going to worship every inch of your beautiful body until you’re screaming my name.”

His words send a ripple of heat through me, and before I can respond, Finn’s lips are on mine, fierce and hungry. He kisses me deeply, his tongue sliding against mine with a skill that leaves me breathless. Eventually, we break apart to help each other remove the rest of our clothes, desperate to be skin on skin.

Once that’s taken care of, Finn hovers over me, bracing his forearms on either side of my head. My hands frame his beard-dusted jaw as he stares down at me, his expression a mix of tenderness and raw desire. “Your clan is right to call you tsarina ,” he says in a husky whisper. “You are every bit a queen, Taryn. My queen.”

His words overwhelm me, as it’s the first time I don’t hate the title. I might not want the role in the traditional sense, but being a queen in Finn’s eyes makes me feel cherished.

I pull him down to fuse our mouths together, pouring all my emotions into a passionate kiss. He hungrily takes control, his hands caressing, exploring, as if memorizing every curve and dip. Then he lets his lips follow, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses along my neck, my collarbone, down to the swell of my breasts.

I arch into him, my fingers tangling in his hair, urging him on. He takes his time, teasing and tasting, his mouth working a slow, torturous path down my body. By the time he settles between my thighs, his broad shoulders spreading me wide, I’m trembling with need, my breath coming in ragged gasps.

The anticipation is almost too much to bear. I lift my hips, desperate for his touch. He smiles up at me, a wicked gleam in his eyes. “Patience, little sun,” he murmurs, his breath hot against my sensitive skin.

“Patience my?—”

Then his mouth is on me, vanishing my sassy retort and all cohesive thoughts. He licks a long, slow stripe up my center, his tongue circling my clit with maddening precision. I gasp, my back arching off the blankets, and his hands come up to hold my hips steady, his grip firm but gentle.

He works me with a practiced skill, his tongue flicking and stroking, building the pleasure inside me to a fever pitch. I clutch at the blankets, my fingers digging into the fabric as I try to hold on, but it’s a losing battle. The sensation is too intense, too overwhelming, and I can feel myself unraveling under his expert touch.

“Finn,” I moan, his name a desperate plea on my lips.

He hums against me, the vibration sending a fresh wave of pleasure through my body. He sucks gently on my clit, his tongue swirling in a way that makes me cry out. My hips buck against his hold, and he growls, a deep, feral sound that only makes me hotter.

I’m so close, teetering on the edge, and he knows it. He doubles his efforts, his mouth working me with a relentless intensity. When I finally come, it’s like an explosion of heat and light, every muscle in my body tensing and then releasing in a shuddering wave of ecstasy.

I scream his name, my voice echoing off the invisible shield, and he doesn’t stop, drawing out every last bit of pleasure until I’m a quivering, boneless mess beneath him. Only then does he pull back, his lips glistening with my arousal, his eyes dark with satisfaction.

He crawls up my body, his weight a comforting presence, and captures my mouth in a searing kiss. I can taste myself on his lips, and it only makes me want him more.

Shifting my hips, I notch the head of his cock at my entrance, slick and ready for him. “Please,” I whisper against his lips. “I need you inside me.”

Echoing my words earlier, he grabs one of my legs under the knee, opening me wider. “Your wish is my command, my queen.”

Then he slowly pushes forward, stretching me, filling me, until he’s completely seated. We groan from the utter pleasure of simply fitting together this way, neither of us moving for several beats. But it isn’t long before I need more and rock my hips.

“Fuck, baby, give me a godsdamned second or I won’t last,” he grates through clenched teeth.

I bite my lip and smile up at the warrior prince above me. “Then you’d better make it good.”

His lips spread into a wicked grin of sinful decadence. “Challenge fucking accepted.”