Fires of War (War and Deceit #4) - Erin O'Kane Page 0,66
regard. He looks regal in his high mage uniform—the thick dark blue fabric with golden epaulettes, trim, and buttons. As he removes it, he carefully folds the uniform, taking his time with unhurried movements, making my mouth water. His chest is bare now, and I follow the slight trail of hair down to his hands, which are removing his trousers. My mouth goes dry as his cock springs free, the head glistening with pre-cum. Now totally naked, we meet each other’s eyes, and the calm barrier between us snaps, our bodies colliding in a mass of limbs, tongues, and teeth.
Kissing down his neck, I press my teeth gently against his pulse point, feeling him shudder under me as his hand skims down my body and slides between us, cupping my core. His finger finds my clit, and he starts to gently circle it, making me gasp. My head falls back, and I arch against him, pressing my breasts up against his chest. I feel him laugh, and as I lift my head to look at him, his expression changes. He looks astonished, like he has no idea how he ended up here, but the soft smile that’s spreading across his face tells a different story.
“What are you thinking?” I ask softly, needing to know what’s caused such a reaction.
His smile widens, his confidence returning as his clever fingers resume their movements on my clit, while his other hand on my lower back holds me close. He leans forward and presses a tender, lingering kiss against my lips before pulling away. “I was thinking that I am the luckiest man in the world.” His words make me blush, but he smiles and presses a kiss against each flushed cheek. “That you are the most beautiful creature in existence,” he continues, his fingers travelling down from my clit until he finds my entrance, already wet with arousal. His eyes light up, and he carefully watches my face as he gently presses a finger into me, my eyes rolling back with pleasure. “And that I love you.” His declaration makes me feel warm and safe, and honestly, like I am the most beautiful creature. At least, I do with the way he’s looking at me right now. Reaching up, I wrap my arms around his neck and press long, passionate kisses against his lips, relearning the taste of him.
Moaning into my mouth, he breaks our kiss, removing his fingers from my core in the process. I bare my teeth and hiss as he moves away, my fae nature making its displeasure known. I’ve been spending too much time around territorial fae males, a little part of my mind chides, wondering how my human mate will take this very elvish display. Grayson raises an eyebrow at the behaviour, but if I had been worried at how he would react, I shouldn’t have been, because I see his cock bob slightly. “Lie back,” he instructs. “I want to try something.” There’s a promise in his eyes, so I clamp down on the need to climb on him and demand that he just fuck me.
Doing as he commands, I lie on the bedding and look up at him, wondering what he has planned. That look of hungry admiration appears in his eyes again as he lowers himself next to me, tangling his legs with mine. He raises his hand, and a look of concentration furrows his brow, then he smiles as the tip of his forefinger begins to glow. Magic tingles on the air. Eyes widening, I look closer and see tiny blue jolts of what look like miniature lightning bolts dancing across the surface of his skin.
A flash of concern goes through me. Is he going to use that on me? I examine his face and realise something. This is Grayson. He would never do anything to hurt me.
“Do you trust me?” he queries softly, the magic causing a strange blue light to fill the tent.
I don’t need time to think, I simply smile and repeat his answer from earlier. “Always.”
His answering smile is completely worth it, his happiness making our bond practically glow in my chest as he leans forward and kisses me. I don’t see him lower his hand, but I feel the moment his magic touches me, a light buzzing running over the skin of my arm, tingling everywhere he touches. For a second, I feel my body try to break the spell, but he lifts his finger, and the urge passes