The Rising (The Rising #4) - Kristen Ashley Page 0,59

both places were deep, thorough, intimate.

And it wasn’t until Faunus’s work at both front and back had gathered in Teddy’s balls, drawing them up, causing his head to arch back and hit Faunus’s shoulder, that Faunus’s hand around his shaft tightened, drawing the climax out in a violent gush.

He then rolled Teddy to his stomach, straddled his thighs, and Teddy closed his eyes and memorized the smooth, deep, rough strokes up his arse before Faunus grunted quietly and gave him his seed.

He remained buried even as he fell to his forearms on either side of Teddy and pressed his lips to Teddy’s shoulder.

“You will sleep well now, no?” he whispered in Teddy’s ear.

“Yes,” Teddy murmured.

“Like Saturn, I imagined many things in the finding of you, and they were all not good.”

“Faunus,” he whispered.

“I am glad I am not a seer.”

“Thank you again for finding me.”

He slid out gently, pushed away, but only to roll Teddy to his back and settle atop him.

And then he said, “Mio amore, I’d ride to the end of the earth to find you.”

He then kissed Teddy tenderly before he shifted from the bed, brought a wet cloth to cleanse his seed from Teddy’s arse, before he took it away and brought a dry one to spread over the bed so neither had to countenance the wet.

Faunus then tangled Teddy up in his long limbs and pulled the covers to their shoulders.

He had never slept as such with a lover in his life.

It was beautiful.

Teddy settled into Faunus’s strength and warmth, the soft bed, the aftermath of good sex, the release of what felt like an eternity of fret and worry and fear, letting over to his exhaustion, and was nearly asleep when Faunus muttered, “This Moira does not have feelings for you, does she?”

“In that way?”

“I do not know the bent of your question, but I mean in the way she wants a cock that is mine.”

Teddy grinned even as he gave a slight tremble at Faunus’s claiming of his cock.

Faunus misinterpreted his tremble and pulled him closer before he pulled the covers up higher.

Ah, Faunus.

His Faunus.

“No, she does not have feelings for me in that way,” he answered.

“This is good, for Saturn intends to win her.”

All fatigue left him, and his head snapped back.

“Faunus, that cannot happen.”

Faunus looked down at him through the dark. “Why no?”

“Because she’s just been through hell.”

“Not because you are overprotective of her because you guided her out of that hell and due to this, you now consider her your kin?”

His kin?

Well…

“Perhaps a little.”

“Calm, bello, Saturn will handle her with care.”

“Saturn fucks like a bull,” he clipped.

Faunus chuckled before saying, “He won’t do that the first time.”

Good gods!

“He cannot court Moira,” Teddy decreed.

“I will let you tell him that.”

Teddy blew out a breath.

Faunus chuckled again, then fell forward, now trapping Teddy with his body as well as their tangled limbs.

“Sleep,” he urged.

Teddy let out another breath.

And in no time, he was asleep.

135

The Training

Queen Farah

Guest Bedchamber, Sky Citadel, Sky Bay

AIREN

I should have known my husband would not allow it for long.

And he didn’t.

No matter how much I enjoyed moving atop him with him inside me, my gaze on him lying before me, his smooth, muscled chest, his eyes a vibrant green, the vines our combined magic created snaking up the bed.

No, True did not allow this for long.

He knifed up, took my mouth, rounded me with an arm at my hips, the other hand going to cup my breast, his thumb rubbing my nipple.

“True,” I gasped against his lips.

“Mm?” he murmured, his arm about my hips taking over, lifting me and bringing down upon him much faster.

And harder.

“True,” I whimpered. “Lie back. I like to watch you as I take you.”

He did not lie back.

I cried out softly in protest as he lifted me off, shifted us, coming to his knees behind me. He grasped my hips in both hands, tipping them. Then he took his cock in one hand to guide it to me and thrust inside me again.

I arched into him, my head falling back, and he drove inside, both his hands gliding over the skin of my belly, one heading up, to my breast, one down, to work between my legs.

My hips jerked as he found my nub.

“Amore,” I whispered.

“Damn, you’re beautiful,” he growled.

His finger between my legs combined with his shaft there…

“True,” I panted.

“Why do you always hold back, darling?” he asked, sounding amused.

“Because…I like…how…you feel…and…I don’t…want it…to end,” I answered, my voice a staccato, each thrust