Veiled Fae (Fractured Fae 2)

“Just me and you now, darling," Bowen wiggles his eyebrows and crawls toward me from the bottom of the bed. He hovers over me, pinning me between his knees. “I’m glad you’re safe," he says, kissing me on the nose before rolling off of me and pulling me into his side. I snuggle into him, my nose against his chest. I sigh in contentment as the smell that is distinctly Bowen wafts over me. He smells like a mixture of fresh cut grass and spring rain.

“Are you smelling me?” he laughs. I nod and nuzzle closer, running my hand up and down his side.

“Yes, is that a problem?” I say in my best attempt at a sultry tone. He groans and puts his hand over mine to stop me from absently teasing him.

“You have to stop, you already have me hard as stone, darling," he groans. Instead of arguing with him, I tilt my head up and run my tongue along his chiseled jawline. “Don’t start a fight you can’t finish," he chides playfully, his voice strained as he struggles to remain a gentleman. I groan at his threat and the unspoken challenge, running my hand down his body and over the bulge straining against his pants.

“Now, you asked for this," his voice is husky as he gives me a long look, allowing me one last chance to back out. But there’s no way in hell that’s happening.

Bowen reaches over and slides the straps off of my nightgown, pulling it down until my breasts are exposed. The cool castle air has goosebumps rising over my arms and my nipples pebbling. My bruising is gone already, and I don’t feel the need to hold back, even my exhaustion fades at the prospect of sex.

As he brings his mouth to my peaked nipple, I run my fingers through his hair, gently tugging on his copper locks. He lets out a moan before biting down on my sensitive flesh. He loves to fight dirty, it seems. I make a mental note that he likes hair pulling. Finding out their little kinks makes this so much more fun.

“Can we not go slow? I feel fine," I beg, my voice huskier than I’ve ever heard. My entire body is on fire for him and after their rounds of teasing kisses, I’m already wet and aching for him.

“I won’t fight you on that tonight, I need to be inside of you, darling," he groans as he strips off the rest of my night dress and throws it unceremoniously off of the bed. “Man, I need to send the Spirits a thank you basket or something.”

His tone is full of admiration and lust but his words have me chuckling. Leave it to Bowen to even bring laughter to sex.

“We can send one together. Now get naked,” I insist, tugging at his clothes.

“So impatient,” he teases, but complies. Scooting off of me, he strips out of his clothes and tosses them to the floor with mine. The moment he’s within reach, my hands are skimming over his muscles. He’s gorgeous, his body literal perfection. A light dusting of freckles and copper hair covers his pale skin. His muscles are well defined, years of training with Emrick has done him wonders.

Needing more than just a look, I take him by surprise and throw him to the side before straddling his hips. Leaning down, I trail my tongue down his chest and over his abs, appreciating every dip and curve of his muscles.

When I reach the perfectly sculpted vee, I don’t bother to stop. His breathing hitches as I trail my tongue over his cock. My blow job skills are likely not that great yet, but I don’t bother to feel embarrassed.

Bowen tightens his fists in the sheets as I swirl my tongue over his cock. Parting my lips, I take him as far as I can before pulling away. His hands tangle in my hair, guiding my movements as gently as he can manage. He tries to pull away as I gag, but I don’t let him, relaxing my throat and taking him further yet. Tears are streaming down my cheeks but his answering moan makes it worth it.

Taking that as a sign, Bowen fucks my mouth more freely. I love that he’s not holding back with me, I want him, all of him.

Moments later he tenses and pulls away before he can come. He doesn’t hesitate to flip us over, grinning down at me before slanting his lips over mine. The kiss is a clash of teeth and tongue, both of us horny and desperate.

Bowen trails his fingers slowly down my body, never breaking the kiss. He swallows down every moan as he slides his fingers into my core. My legs fall open wider, giving him access. He takes advantage, pulling one finger out of my pussy only to replace it by two, his thumb grazing over my clit with every thrust of his hand. Pleasure coils through me as my hips grind into his hand, desperate for release.

My orgasm doesn’t build slowly, instead it’s sudden and intense, my cries loud as my pussy clenches around his fingers. Bowen teases me through it, picking up his pace instead of slowing me down. My cries turn to a whimper as one orgasm turns into two, leaving me lightheaded and breathless when I finally come down from the natural high.

“Please, Bo. I need you inside of me. Now," I beg, feeling even more desperate for him than before.

“Your wish is my command, darling,” he teases before lining himself up and slamming into me. The slight burn as he stretches me is exquisite, my eyes rolling back in my head as he starts to fuck me.

Bowen isn’t gentle now, just as he promised. Instead, he fucks me into the mattress, bruising grip on my hips. We’re using each other’s bodies tonight so we can know that we’re safe, that our hell in Winter is truly over, that we have each other again. Each mix of pleasure and pain is a reminder that the other is safe and truly in our arms.

When he reaches the end of his control, his fingers find my clit. He teases me into another orgasm as he fucks me. The moment pleasure rolls through me for a third time, he joins me, filling me as his own orgasm hits.

We stay connected as our breathing slows back down, holding each other close. I’ve never thought of myself as a needy person, but I need this connection as much as I need air to breathe, and I love that my sweet Spring King knew just how to mend my battered soul.

Chapter 12

“Bella," Gerwyn’s smooth voice whispers in my ear. I roll toward him and try to snuggle before remembering that it was Bowen I shared my bed with last night.

“Wyn?” I mumble, blinking my eyes open in confusion. He holds a finger to his lips and points to my other side. I glance over at Bowen who’s still out cold. I slowly remove his arm from my waist and slip out of the bed, following Gerwyn. He clicks the door closed quietly behind us and leads me to the washroom.

“There is an outfit waiting, change and meet me in the hall," his eyes are dancing with excitement. I hate surprises, but he’s too adorable to protest. Instead, I nod and rip my nightgown off, causing him to stop and run his eyes over my body. “Not fair, Bella," he huffs and backs out of the room, leaving me to finish changing.

Curious about what he’s planning, I quickly brush my hair and teeth before getting dressed. Still groggy, I splash cool water over my face in an attempt to wake myself up.

Why doesn’t this realm have coffee? Our only supply is all the way in New Faerie.