I was empowered by his need and unsure how to do what he wanted. I wanted to please him, and it startled me at just how much I wanted to. I let my fangs trail against his flesh and paused as he growled and hissed at the same time. I didn’t want to give him pain, only pleasure.
I watched as his vein pumped to the beat of his heart, and, before I knew it, I’d cupped his balls and sucked the side of his massive cock, unable to fit my lips fully around the side. My thoughts flew to what Vlad had said about the blood. I also remember what Ryder had said that the Fae could control pleasure with our saliva. I was part Blood Fae, and I could give him pleasure. If I could control the blood and the saliva—I could give him the ultimate release. I instinctively cut my tongue with the tip of my fang, and then I hesitantly pressed against his cock with the tips of my fangs, and they melted through his silken flesh like butter.
It wasn’t until I tasted his blood that I felt my body accepting it, and feeding it back to him with my own blood cells and saliva inside of it. He moaned and bucked against the assault of my blood invading his body. I pulled back, fully intending to stop…but I felt my essence inside of him! I fought to control my breathing as I sent my little experiment in search of his pleasure zones.
He shouted my name as hot come shot from his cock within a moment of my sending. Holy fuck buckets! I watched him explode, and I fed gloriously as he writhed for several moments in exquisite torment until he sagged against the mattress, spent from his release. “Holy shit,” I whispered with a smile so big that the Cheshire Cat would have been jealous of it.
“Yeah, holy shit,” he agreed with shaky enthusiasm and a wide smile on his beautiful mouth. “My turn, Pet.”
I was on my back before I could consider what he’d said. His hands held mine down, locked above my head as his magic assaulted me. It was touching, kissing, and caressing my naked skin everywhere as he watched me from his position stretched out above my body.
“I’ve never allowed anyone to tease me, and I’m not sorry I let you be the first to do it,” he whispered.
His legs spread mine apart, and I instantly felt full, even though I could see him and feel his massive cock resting against my hip. The man had a recovery rate that was shocking. I moaned at the fullness, knowing he was filling me with the use of his magic alone. Knowing he was inside of me without touching me was thrilling, and a little scary. The look on his face was complete pleasure, mixed with wonder. I’d put that look on his face. Me! Not any other woman. Not some other fucking Fairy happy meal…Me, Synthia Raine McKenna.
“Fuck, you’re so beautiful when I’m inside of you,” he whispered throatily.
“You’re not inside of me yet.”
“I’m not?” He smiled, and the fullness dissipated; only to come back with a vengeance, pounding inside of me until I was helpless to do anything but feel him as he magically fucked me. Sweat beaded on his forehead and slid down until it rested on his nose. I was jealous of that bead of sweat because it was touching his flesh.
He finally released my hands from where he had pinned them above my head, and I threaded my fingers through his hair and brought his lips down to meet mine. I kissed him as if there was no tomorrow, because, with us, there might not be. When I allowed him to pull away from me, his eyes said he too was thinking the same thing. Even with his comments about keeping me, we both knew that probably wouldn’t happen.
“I’m going to show you something, Pet. I need you to trust me, and not panic.”
“I think I can handle that, Fairy,” I shot back.
He pulled away from me, taking his magic with him. When he was sitting on his heels with his hands in the air, I felt his magic pulsing around me. I’d felt his magic during sex, and it was mind-boggling. I was about to tell him that when it started. I had something…no, I had things, pressing against every fuckable hole in my body.
I felt the need and started to open my mouth instinctively, but he stopped me, with his eyes and words. “Just feel, Syn, don’t react.”
Easy for him to say; he wasn’t the one with something trying to press into every place it could fit! I shivered at the feeling of his magic invading my body, my senses. I could feel him inside of me, and, yet, I could see him and knew he wasn’t. I could taste his come in my mouth, and whatever was inside of it. It was pressing against my throat, and so I imagined what it would be like to curl my tongue around it. His magic felt and tasted just like he did. He moaned as if he’d felt it, or maybe I had the ability to do the same thing as him with my magic. I continued imagining caressing him with my tongue, but no other noise of pleasure broke from his lips. It had been worth a shot anyway.