The Abyss (Fae's Captive #7) - Lily Archer Page 0,14

like to know, but I’m trying to be a good mate.”

“A good mate, huh?” Her eyes open more, mischief playing in their depths. “You still crowing because I told the slaves we’re mates?”

“I don’t have to crow.” I shrug. “You said it. They heard it. Done.”

“Mmhmm.” She nibbles her lower lip.

My blood, which had been serenely going about its business, begins to heat and pound. “We started the rebellion.”

She bats her lashes. “We did. Yes.”

“I did what you asked.” My voice grows low as my thoughts turn molten.

“You did.” She nods, then runs her fingers down my bare chest. “Are you going somewhere with this line of chat?”

She knows exactly where I’m going. But she wants me to say it. The little torturer. I’ll oblige.

“I believe we had a deal, Xalana.”

“We did?” She skims her fingertips along the edge of my pants, dangerously close to the head of my erection.

“I believe you remember the terms.”

She puts a finger to her chin and squinches her eyes as if she’s trying to recall.

Saucy changeling.

“Let me think.” She taps her chin. “Something, something, blah, blah, rebellion, fighting, freedom, blah blah.” She shakes her head, then stops. “Oh, right. I remember now. I told you if you’d help with the rebellion, I’d take every inch of you into my mouth and suck you until you’re dry.”

“Spires!” I jerk as she slides her hand lower and grips my cock.

“Wasn’t that the terms?” She eases down the bed and presses her mouth to my stomach. “Or did I miss something?”

I can’t respond. Can’t think. Can’t do anything except watch as she pulls my waistband down and opens her mouth wide.

8

Beth

He’s so tense it’s a wonder he isn’t levitating off the bed. When I blow lightly on the thick head of his cock, he groans long and low. An agonized sound. One that grows even louder when I give him a tentative, gentle lick.

“Beth.” His green eyes are swirled with gold as he stares down at me. Sweat beads on his forehead as I nestle between his legs and examine the thick shaft in my hand. Even in the low light, I can see the small pearl of wetness on the tip. I lick it, the salty bead sliding down my throat as Gareth’s hips jerk beneath me.

“It’s Xalana.” I smile and slide just the tip of my tongue all the way up his shaft. “Your naughty, naughty Xalana.” With a dive, I take as much of him in my mouth as I can.

His roar rattles the bed, and I laugh as I get a feel for him.

His taste is salt and evergreen woods and crisp nights. I lave his smooth skin, my mind already wandering to what it would feel like to have him between my thighs. The thought tightens my nipples and sends heat swirling in my sex.

He was right when he said I couldn’t take him all. I can’t touch my finger to my thumb as I stroke up and down his base and suck him all the way to the back of my throat. Spires, the way he’s looking at me is like an erotic touch, and I suspect I may enjoy this just as much as he will. In fact—I take him into my throat as far as I can—I know I will.

He opens his mouth on a hard pant, his wide eyes focused on nothing but me as I slide him back out and to my lips, then tongue his head like a lolly from the sweets vendor.

I reach out and take one of his clenched fists, then bring it to my hair. “I’ve been bad. You’re going to need to teach me a lesson.”

His eyes are pure gold now, the feral looking down at me with enough lust to sprout a river between my thighs. “Suck me, naughty Xalana.” When his grip tightens in my hair, I toy with his head, running my tongue along the ridge.

“Like this?” I ask innocently.

“More.” His fingers tangle in my locks, and he pushes me down.

I moan as I run my tongue all along him, feeling every ridge and smooth stretch of skin. My jaw is just shy of an ache, but the fact I have to open that wide only stokes my need to please him. I want to make him come so hard he never forgets this moment, this one perfect time when both of us are alive, safe, and together. If there is a bond between us, I send those thoughts