Veiled Fae (Fractured Fae 2) - Page 6

When he doesn’t release me, I twist in his arms so I can at least see his face. Those ocean blue eyes captivate me, his gaze locked on mine until he drops them to my lips. The moment his lips slant over mine it’s like every cell in my body screams out for him, a magnetic pull that solidifies that he’s mine. All doubts are gone in moments like these.

He quickly pulls away and shifts me so my legs can wrap around his waist. Nuzzling into my neck he starts to lick his way over my sensitive skin, my hips grinding into him instinctively. The man has barely started and already has me unraveling under his attention.

Suddenly he stops and I let out a small noise in protest. He chuckles and runs a gentle hand down my cheek, eyes serious and stern. “Bella, are you sure about all of this? I know you didn’t grow up as a Fae. We are much more open with our sexuality. It isn’t uncommon for Fae to switch partners and have more than one lover in their long lives. We entered into this relationship because it felt right, but I can see how it could be a bit too fast and rushed to someone who grew up human. We just go with what we feel but we don’t mean to pressure you," he rambles out his explanation. The fact he would pull away from what he’s used to just to check in on me has my heart warming.

“I am sure. It did seem fast and still seems crazy, but I’m happier than I have ever been. My life has purpose and I think we all work well together. Magic magnetism aside, this is what feels right," I reply. “Now can we go back to kissing?” He chuckles but brings his heavenly lips back to my neck. Being fae definitely gives him an advantage with coordination, his mouth never leaving my skin as he carries me out of the water and onto the soft grass. He puts me down long enough to clear the blanket of our picnic before scooping me up and dropping me down. His eyes rake over me as I wait for him, silver blonde hair spread on the blanket around me and only my wet bra and panties to keep me hidden from him.

“You’re beautiful," he says in a husky voice before moving himself over me as his kisses move to my collarbone. Maddox’s fingertips skim over my skin, the nearly nonexistent touches leaving a trail of fire in their wake. Needing to feel him everywhere, I push him away long enough to peel off my wet, lacy bra and panties and toss them aside. “Much better.” His cocky grin has me clenching my thighs together, the smooth confidence he holds does things to me.

His teeth skim across my skin, soft nips that have my body feeling like it might combust already. My moans and whimpers seem to motivate him, his bites turning hungry as he tries to taste every inch of me. He hasn’t even teased my pussy yet, but I’m already soaking wet. The fact he’s taking his time like this has me worried that he’ll have me desperate before giving me what I really want, the big cock between his legs.

The way Maddox studies me as he works his way over my skin has me feeling vulnerable and exposed. I don’t feel the need to cover myself, but I’ve never had someone so thoroughly learn my body as he is. The only thing holding back self-consciousness is the look of pure lust in his eyes.

A shiver runs through me as his fingers tease gently over my pebbled nipples, his mouth never leaving my abdomen that he’s working his way down. As he kneads my breasts, I rock my hips toward him, silently begging for him to give me some relief. I feel like a violin, so tightly wound I’m liable to snap at any moment.

Tangling my fingers in his long blond hair, I guide his head downward so he can give me what I’m desperate for now. He looks up at me and grins, before going right back to his task.

“Maddox, please,” I beg. “You’re torturing me at this point.” His chuckle vibrates against my hip, the bite that follows a bit harder than before, the sting making my hips involuntarily rise. Even my body is begging him, yet he doesn't relent.

Trying to take matters into my own hands, I move out from under him and try to push him on his back. He grins and lets me, but I should have known it wasn’t for my benefit. He keeps strong hands on my hips, refusing to let me sink down on his cock. Growling at him, I wrap my fingers around his dick, hoping to urge him on this way. His smile falters and he lets out a low groan, but even then he holds strong. Damn this man and his stubbornness.

Using his chest to brace myself, I push against his hold until I’m able to wiggle my hips into position. I have a feeling he’s letting me achieve it, but I don’t care at the moment.

We both let out groans as I sink down on him, my pussy so wet it’s not hard to take him in one slow movement. He feels like heaven, filling me so completely that I can’t imagine anything else being this fucking amazing. Though the others make me feel that way too.

“Maddox,” I groan as he starts to move his hips, guiding mine in slow tortuous strokes. But all of my protests are forgotten in seconds, it feels too fucking good. My legs start to shake at the force of the orgasm threatening to break free. As if he can read every movement and sigh, he shifts us enough that with each stroke my clit grinds against him, sending a lightning bolt of pure bliss through me. “Fuck.” He chuckles as the curse falls from my lips, but from the way his jaw is clenched he’s just as needy and close as I am.

“You are incredible, my Bella," he whispers as my pussy starts to pulse around him, the orgasm so strong that I can do little else but fall apart on top of this incredible man. My entire body feels like it’s on fire, vision tunneling as it courses through every inch of my body and leaving me breathless. My cries are cut off as I collapse on top of him, shaking in the aftershocks of the most intense orgasm of my life. I guess something can be said about taking your time, he knew exactly what he was doing. But instead of gloating, he was thrusting into me more forcefully now, using me to get his own release, and fuck that’s hot. He pulls my lips down to his as he comes, filling me with his seed and claiming my mouth at the same time. I’m breathless by the time he pulls away, finally finished with his exquisite torture.

“I don’t think I can move, you might have broken me with that one," I sigh happily. “And we might have ruined your picnic.”

“You made a far better snack,” he teases, pulling me mercilessly to my feet. Once I’m steady, he hurriedly fixes the picnic, sans blanket this time. Not wanting to eat naked, I pull on my clothes again, wishing my wet clothes had time to dry.

“You aren’t angry at me for me going slow?” he asks softly as he sits and pulls me down next to him. The question catches me off guard and I stare at him in confusion.

“I don’t think I actually have to answer that, my body just told you how much I enjoyed it," I joke, kissing him gently on the cheek. “Always trying to protect me, even from yourself.”

“I will always protect you," he says in an even more serious tone. I swallow hard at the conviction in his tone, still in awe that they chose me. Not just that, but went all in, body, heart, and soul.

“And I will do everything in my power to be a worthy partner and queen,” I vow. He smiles at me before pouring a glass of wine and passing it over.

“You’ve already proven that,” Maddox reassures me before we both start eating the food he brought, needing the fuel now.

We enjoy the late afternoon breeze and picnic in companionable silence, a moment of peace before we face the trials Winter will surely have for us.

Chapter 4

The next morning I wake up to an empty tent. Cursing, I jump up and get dressed as quickly as possible, not wanting them to prepare without me. Dormy squeaks at me nonstop, almost like he’s lecturing me for taking far too long to wake up. That or he’s promising retribution for leaving him behind last time. Something I don’t think I’ve been forgiven for yet.

“Well, come on,” I urge, stopping long enough for him to run out of his little enclosure and up my leg. He settles in on my shoulder like that’s his royal chariot, one last indignant squeak telling me to hurry up.

I’m relieved that he seems to have adjusted to the new realm so easily. The vocal little mouse has squeaked his way into my heart already and this time I don’t intend to leave him behind. Spring was dangerous, but he’s r

esourceful and I can protect him. Especially now that I’ve had extensive training with Emrick.

He means more to me than just a simple pet, and I hated leaving him behind, but dangerous lands are no place for a mouse.

By the time Dormy and I reach the bridge to Winter, the others are already gathered and waiting. Emrick was propped against the wooden beam of the bridge, arms crossed and waiting. Bowen and Gerwyn both have backpacks on and are discussing something quietly while Maddox takes stock of our supplies. Jacob and Andras are off to the side, looking half asleep still. A pang of guilt hits me for River not being here, but I’d had to ask her to stay behind. With Andras and all of us leaving, I need someone reliable to stay behind with the rest of the council. Her morals align well with mine, so I know the people are in good hands.

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