The Lost Fae (The Twisted Crown #3) - A.K. Koonce Page 0,57

on my knees next to him. I place a palm on his back. There's still the evidence of residual heat between my legs, and somehow even the smallest shift of movement makes my stomach curl with the reminder of what I can only describe as the most powerful orgasm I've ever had. I ignore the feeling, reaching toward Lincoln's mind for pain.

His walls are entirely down and I walk into his mind without any resistance. There aren’t any bright bursts of pain. His body is... fine. Bright sparkling embers still explode inside him, but they’re... delightful... rewarding.

My attention spans the entirety of his body. Head to toe, but there isn't any injury. No... but there's...my eyes widen and I clamp my mouth shut. A dark, splotchy, discoloration is apparent on his brown pants... suspiciously placed.

"Did you just jizz in your pants?" My laugh bursts from me. Half because of the anxiety that has to leave my body and half because, well, I'm certain Lincoln's shorts are filled with his own cum.

His face is flushed and he starts to lower himself down. I move my hand and place it on his bicep as he lifts his arms over his head, trying to gain control of the gasps that pillage his chest. A ghost of a smile passes over his features. His iron-cut gaze flicks to my face.

"I'm not even ashamed," he groans.

"Are you okay?" I ask, as gently as I can.

"Briar." He's forehead wrinkles with concern. "Do you know what just happened?"

I look around, just to make sure we aren't still on the boat somehow, that my senses haven't totally tricked me. There is a second where I contemplate my sanity. Then another where I contemplate his. Finally, I shake my head.

Like an unstoppable storm, his features light up. His white teeth appear in the wildest, most exuberant, grin I've ever seen on his normally restrained expressions. He releases a shaky breath before speaking.

"That's a spark."

Holy fucking shit. Suddenly, I know exactly why Lincoln let out the string of curses that he did. Maybe I need to let out a few of my own. A spark? A goddamn spark? Between me and Lincoln? Between Lincoln and I?

"Say it again," I demand.

"We...sparke--"

I slam my face into his. Literally, I knock our teeth together in a violent gnashing of need and desire as I seal my lips on his. Ziko jumps at the surprise, but weaves his hands into my hair and presses me against him tighter. My body trembles with... excitement? Love? Relief? I have more emotions, some I recognize, some I've never quite given a name, battling within me than ever before.

Our lips break apart. Lincoln looks up at me from where he lays. There's an eternity held in his eyes. There's a future. There's... a spark.

"Why now?" I ask.

"I don't know," he laughs, curling into himself as he sits back up. He holds his stomach as his amusement shakes his entire being. I snicker a little myself because the rich sound of it is so contagious.

Lincoln tries to collect himself and looks down at his pants, at the cum stain, and the laughter starts all over again. "Damn. That was the best orgasm I've ever had." He bites out the words between girlish giggles. "Could you... help me out?" He points to his pants.

What does he want me to do? Lick it up? I've been asked to do worse by lesser men... but that hardly seems appropriate right now. I arch a brow in question.

Ziko covers his mouth, talking through his fingers. "Magic Briar. Use your magic."

Oh, right. But I don't know where Lincoln keeps his pants. Not enough to be able to imagine new ones for him.

Use my memories.

Why didn't I think of that first? I'm clever enough. Maybe this spark is fogging up my brain. I nod though, and close my eyes to concentrate as I dive into his consciousness. Lincoln pushes the memory of his belongings to the forefront of his mind. He makes this easy for me. Don't get me wrong though, I am thankful. Especially after all my energy was just consumed by the world’s largest climax. Again, I'm not upset about that. In fact, if we could recreate that but maybe without our clothes...

Focus.

Oops. I chuckle, caught in my dirty thoughts. I relieve Lincoln's memories just like they are my own, knowing exactly where I want a pair of his undergarments and pants to end up. Magic contracts inside of me. I clutch the