The Lost Fae (The Twisted Crown #3) - A.K. Koonce Page 0,12

I can imagine you without your clothes at any point in time. Like now."

Memories fill my head of his body rough and hot grinding against mine. The way my breasts bounce with every thrust. I shake my head dissolving the image with my own demand.

I'll be fucking pissed if Lincoln gives us away because he gets me all hot and bothered in this forest and I release all those pheromones that scream 'fuck me'.

"So does that mean I can picture you naked? Whenever I want? A conversation mid-day and all I can focus on is your schlong?"

"It is impressive isn't it?"

A bird takes flight from the branches above us. I snap my attention up to the canopy of trees but Lincoln moves on unfazed. Somewhere in the back of his mind he'd been aware of the creature the entire time, even while I was focused elsewhere.

It's easier to tune out some of my Fae reflexes. The ones that can become overwhelming. But maybe I'm putting myself in more danger by doing so.

"I wouldn't go as far as to say that..." I tease.

"You wouldn't?" But everything on his face says he knows I'm lying. Of course I am. And of course he knows I am, the man has access to every part of my mind.

"No." I shrug. "Mediocre dick. At best."

"At best!" His voice rises with a rowdy laugh. I give him a harsh look. "You just called my dick mediocre. Are we just going to pretend like your last boyfriend knew what he was doing in bed now?"

"Oh, he certainly didn't." My whisper is a hiss. A command for him to reel it in so we don't make it totally obvious that we are trying to sneak up on them. "But I know how to pleasure myself well enough."

"Maybe you could show me then."

His voice is nearer. Looking up from under my lashes, Ziko stands just an inch away from me. He hovers, with his attention fixed solely on my face. It burns a hideous red blush up my neck, over my cheeks, and onto the tips of my ears. My steps stop, and so do his.

"You want me to.... masturbate in front of you?" I breathe.

"I mean, if you think I really need the lesson."

Where his cheeks dimple, I want to press my kisses to his skin. My eyes trail over his features and the self-assured way he watches me, knowing how much I'm lying through my teeth right now. I can't help but look at his full lips. My attention teeters between his heated gaze and where his mouth parts.

"It's sexy." Lincoln doesn't touch me but he draws a line in the air in front of me from between my breasts all the way down to my sex.

"Stop it." I push his hand away with a playful smile.

"You're right," he sighs. "We've got a plan to put into action. Guess you'll have to show me another time." He points a wagging finger at me as he steps ahead. "I'll hold you to it."

I inhale trying to soothe away the growing urge to jump his bones in the middle of an unknown forest. He did this on purpose.

"It'll work well if they're some sort of sex deprived mad men as the captain so eloquently described them as." Lincoln scrunches up his face. "Just to be clear, I do not like this plan."

"Just to be clear, me fucking either."

Because Beatrice's plan is nothing more than me trying to seduce a bunch of savage Fae men. It's disgusting and degrading. But what else is there to do?

"Look... up ahead." Lincoln squats down and points.

I lower myself, balancing on my toes, and follow the tip of his finger. Between the green covered limbs and the berry dotted bushes, the smallest bit of light glints off a string that's as slender as a strand of hair.

"What is that?"

"Some sort of trap. I'm assuming for the pirates to fall into if they were to make this attempt. They wouldn't see that. Especially not at night." Slowly, he turns to face me. "Step in it."

"Step in it?"

"You're the bait, remember? Let them come rushing to you with the snap of their rig and I'll sneak into the camp and come back and save you like the hero I am."

"I'm not stepping in that." I stand up.

"It will be a whole lot easier than you just showing up on the edge of their camp swaying your hips."

Ziko steps over the berry bushes that fill the air