“So needy,” she gasps. “Is this what you demand from all the girls?”
I swat her backside. “There are no other girls.”
Violet laughs, shooting me a sultry look over her shoulder. “Not anymore, anyway. I’ve ruined you for all others.”
“You did more than that.” I drive into her with a single thrust, and her inner muscles clench around me as she moans. Spearing my fingers between her thighs I work her hard. “You ruined me, Violet. I took one look into those eyes of yours and swore you’d be mine.”
“Vi,” she moans. “Call me Vi.”
I don’t know why, but I suddenly have the suspicion she hasn’t been entirely truthful with me. “Were you lying to me?” I pinch her nipple. “Your name isn’t Violet, is it?”
“All this talk,” she gasps, “of names. What is in a name?”
“It’s all the better to claim you with,” I snarl, as I drive her forward onto her forearms.
She knows nothing of pleasure. She’s only instinct in this moment, letting me put her where I want her. I tilt her hips until I’m riding over that spot deep within, the one I know gives so much pleasure.
And there it is.
Her breath catches. A spasm works its way through her. She gasps. “What are you—?”
“If you won’t say my name, then you may call me ‘my prince.’” I grind over her again, feeling heat flash through my balls. She’s so fucking tight she’s going to kill me.
“My handsome fairy tale prince?” There’s another laugh. “That feels so good. I thought you intended to punish me.”
Oh, she’s got a defiant streak. I smile. I like it. “Maybe I will. One day. But you’re too innocent to know what you’re asking for.”
She tenses again and I know it’s the “one day”. “What I’m asking for?”
I reach between her thighs and pinch her clit. Vi reacts like I’ve set off a bomb, her shocked body clenching around mine.
“Oh gods,” she moans, resting her forehead down on her hands and arching back into me like she’s begging for more. A hint of a tattoo peeks out from beneath her curtain of hair.
“Just ‘my prince.’” I tease, and then I’m pushing her over the edge, pinching her again, alternating it with gentle flicks of my fingers, then back to pain again. Until she’s gasping, begging me for obliteration.
“As you wish,” I press down hard and fuck my way into her in long, slow strokes that make my own teeth grind together. The clench of her body is surreal. I planned on prolonging this, but there’s no help for me, no use other than to come with her—
Throwing my head back, I bite my lip and spill my seed within her.
Vi shudders, her body trembling with aftershock. Little lightning jolts go through her with every brush of my hands on her hips, her thighs. I can barely hold my weight off her anymore, and as my cock slips from her warm body, we tumble into the grass together, breathing hard.
“You’re beautiful when you beg me,” I whisper, drawing her back into my arms. Her eyes are glazed, hair tangled across her lips. “So fucking beautiful.”
Vi sinks her hand through my hair and pulls my face down to kiss her.
“You’re the beautiful one,” she admits, her voice rough and low as we break free of each other.
“Mmm.” I brush the slickness of my seed across her thigh. “You know how to be careful?” It honestly didn’t occur to me to ask last night. I took one look at her and lost all hint of common sense.
“Careful?”
I draw back to look at her. “You have a sachet of bitter nettle tea to drink?”
Though children are rare for the fae, accidents very rarely occur. Most of the females attending the rites bring little sachets with them.
Vi sits up sharply. “Oh. Yes. Yes, I can get my hands on some.”
So she wasn’t planning this…. Not beyond yesterday, anyway. I don’t know why I like the thought of that.
Or maybe I do.
I didn’t want to be just a body she chose to lose her virginity to.
“Mmm.” I kiss her arm, her shoulder, her—
“Vi!” someone calls.
Her head shoots up, attention locking on the voice like a deer scenting the hounds. Shifting onto one hand, I rest my chin on her shoulder. “Who is—?”
“Vi!” Another low hiss of the word. “Where in the Underworld are you? Mother’s looking for you.”
Vi?
I try to reach for her but she’s gone, vanishing from my arms as if she’d never been there. Whipping to her feet, she snatches at her dress and then her shoes, clearly trying to find her underwear.
“You weren’t wearing any,” I remind her, lying back on the grass and rubbing the heels of both hands over my face. “You don’t have to go.” I shoot her a lazy smile. “Your mother won’t mind if you’re a little late, I’m sure.”
Vi shimmies into the gown, draping its loose straps over her shoulders. She shoots me a look. “You don’t know her.” The words are dry, and then she lifts her voice. “I’m here, Andi. Just… give me a moment.”
A shadow pauses outside the thicket. “Vi?” the woman hisses. “What—? Are you—?”
“Not alone,” I call out, which earns a certain scalded silence.
Vi crouches before me.
“Thank you, my handsome prince.” There’s an edge of wistfulness to her. “Thank you for giving me a night to remember.”
Light’s starting to creep through the thicket. Her gaze drops to the shadows of Darkness obliterating my chest.
“Here,” she murmurs, gesturing to the back of her neck. “There’s a tiny button there. Can you—?”
I brush her hair aside, finding the little pearl button among the dripping lace. It’s ridiculously small,
