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"I & understand, Master."
Gabriel strode to the sideboard, enjoying the view of his submissive waiting for more
of his attention. Pouring himself a glass of wine to quench his physical thirst, he downed
the sweet liquid in two gulps. His cock screamed for a good sucking. His heart warned
him, she needed time to digest all the information he'd thrust upon her. In the end, his lust
won the internal battle. "Do you like this, slave?"
"Aye, Master."
"Would you like my cock pounding your cunt? Pounding your arse?" Setting the
crystal goblet aside, he retraced his steps until he stood beside her. He leaned his elbow
on the railing and gazed into her expressive eyes.
A fresh shiver shook through her. "Aye, Master," she said in a whimper. Her hand
reached to take hold of his shaft but he tapped it away.
"You will touch me only when I allow it." Pleased when she didn't even nod, he
gathered the last of his discipline. "This is a lesson in trust. I trust you will give me
satisfaction and I promise I won't hurt you. I daresay you'll scream my name when I fuck
you this time, my slave."
She didn't verbally respond but the lust shimmering in her blue eyes dazzled him. He
didn't need further encouragement. Undoing the four-button front of his breeches, he
released his throbbing shaft. "Come here and suck on my cock." 'Twas the one area she'd
struggled with. Oral servicing was regarded as the Fay's true talent. Their talented
tongues could bring any man, paranormal or otherwise, to a climax with little effort. "Get
on your knees. This is a position you should become familiar with."
She didn't say a word. Instead, she knelt placidly in front of him. He rubbed the head
of his cock across her parted lips. "Take me in your mouth."
From the first touch of her tongue along his aching cock he was lost to the spell she
wove over him. His fingers drove into her hair setting a gentle pace, giving her time to
adjust to his cock riding her mouth.
Her mouth was incredible, warm and her quick study earned a piece of his heart
when she started to sink him further down her throat. "Very good." Holy Goddess. He
waited until the very last moment before helping her to her feet. "Go to the bed and
position yourself on your hands and knees."
Knowing he was tempting his lust, his gaze traced the sultry sway of her hips as she
walked to the bed. "Lift your skirts and touch yourself."
A moan raced from his lips when she reached back with her left hand and drew her
slick folds apart. He took a moment to kick off his boots and breeches. Pulling his shirt
over his head, he wrapped his hand around the base of his cock to keep his seed at bay.
Only this mortal had ever made him this insane with lust.
Dislodging her fingers, he eased into her. A flood of white magicke flowed from him
to protect her from the rampant side of his being. Teasing her with a few short strokes, he
curled his fingers around her shoulder and slammed home.
Clenched to the hilt, he sucked in a breath. His heartbeat competed with white
magicke. The sensation of his Dark Fay coming forward took control of his focus and he
began slamming into her.
He gritted his teeth against the exquisite pain of his Dark Fay side taking over his
body. The dark sins of his forefathers and the blood of the Irish they'd spilt mingled with
the blessings given him by the Goddess until his wings unfurled and his fangs grew.
"Gabriel!"
"I'm here." Fighting against the darker side of his being, he forced his fangs to retract
and his wings to curl up. His seed gushed into her when he managed to return his Fay
being to its rightful place&
& the black hole in his chest that should have contained his soul.
Chapter Six
Having changed her clothes yet again and been counseled by Ann about what to
expect when she was introduced to the Fay Queen, Danielle took a deep steeling breath
before slowly exhaling. Stifling a yawn behind her hand, the heat of a blush rolled up her
cheeks when several faeries stared at the telling move before they darted out of the room.
She opened her mouth to apologize but Gabriel stopped her with a finger to her lips.
"I heard you have chosen well, Gabriel."
Drawn to the lyrical voice of Queen Morgan, Danielle searched the Great Hall for
any sign of the monarch. From every angle the massive room was empty. She swept her
gaze over the open-beam woodwork ceiling, down the tapestry depicting a scene where a
man held a faerie in his hand, to the dark wood throne situated upon a raised dais.
"I believe so, grandmother."
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