“Keep going, solnyshko,” he says darkly, dragging his shirt off and dropping it to the ground. “Bathe me in the heat of that sweet mouth of yours.”
I curve my lips in a coy smile. “Your wish is my command, sire.” Then I drag the flat of my tongue over the crown of his cock, lapping at the bead of pre-cum leaking from the slit.
“Fuck,” he rasps, the blocks of his abs contracting, making a feast for my eyes.
The first taste of him is intoxicating, a blend of salt and the unique essence that is purely Finn. I slide my mouth over him, taking him deep, feeling the weight of him on my tongue. His hands fly to my hair, fingers tangling in the strands, tugging just enough to send a thrill of pleasure-pain through me. I hollow my cheeks and suck, working my tongue in long, slow strokes along his length.
His breath hisses through clenched teeth, and I feel his thighs tense beneath my hands. I look up at him through my lashes, his head thrown back, eyes closed, and a feral snarl curling his lips, exposing his sharp fangs. The sight sends a rush of heat through me, pooling low in my belly.
I quicken my pace, taking him deeper, my hands moving in rhythm with my mouth. His grip in my hair tightens, guiding me, and I follow his lead, eager to bring him the pleasure he so richly deserves. I feel him getting closer, his breaths coming faster, his muscles taut and straining.
With a final, shuddering groan, he comes, his release hot and salty on my tongue. I swallow every drop, savoring the taste of him, the sound of his pleasure echoing in my ears. I pull back, releasing him with a soft, wet pop, and gaze up at him, my heart swelling with satisfaction at the sight of him utterly undone above me.
Finn’s eyes open, now a dark amber and smoldering with lingering desire. He reaches down, cupping my cheek with surprising gentleness, his thumb brushing over my swollen lips. “You’re so fucking perfect,” he murmurs, and the rough edge to his voice sends another thrill through me.
I smile up at him, basking in the warmth of his praise. I’m ready to do it all over again, but he hauls me down to our sleeping bags and begins undressing me. “Is this invisible barrier soundproof? Asking for a brother and two friends who might be traumatized otherwise.”
I can’t help but laugh as he pulls my shirt up over my head and tosses it to the side. “Yes, it is.”
“Good. Because I’m going to worship every inch of your beautiful body until you’re screaming my name.”
His words send a ripple of heat through me, and before I can respond, Finn’s lips are on mine, fierce and hungry. He kisses me deeply, his tongue sliding against mine with a skill that leaves me breathless. Eventually, we break apart to help each other remove the rest of our clothes, desperate to be skin on skin.
Once that’s taken care of, Finn hovers over me, bracing his forearms on either side of my head. My hands frame his beard-dusted jaw as he stares down at me, his expression a mix of tenderness and raw desire. “Your clan is right to call you tsarina,” he says in a husky whisper. “You are every bit a queen, Taryn. My queen.”
His words overwhelm me, as it’s the first time I don’t hate the title. I might not want the role in the traditional sense, but being a queen in Finn’s eyes makes me feel cherished.
I pull him down to fuse our mouths together, pouring all my emotions into a passionate kiss. He hungrily takes control, his hands caressing, exploring, as if memorizing every curve and dip. Then he lets his lips follow, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses along my neck, my collarbone, down to the swell of my breasts.
I arch into him, my fingers tangling in his hair, urging him on. He takes his time, teasing and tasting, his mouth working a slow, torturous path down my body. By the time he settles between my thighs, his broad shoulders spreading me wide, I’m trembling with need, my breath coming in ragged gasps.
The anticipation is almost too much to bear. I lift my hips, desperate for his touch. He smiles up at me, a wicked gleam in his eyes. “Patience, little sun,” he murmurs, his breath hot against my sensitive skin.
“Patience my—”
Then his mouth is on me, vanishing my sassy retort and all cohesive thoughts. He licks a long, slow stripe up my center, his tongue circling my clit with maddening precision. I gasp, my back arching off the blankets, and his hands come up to hold my hips steady, his grip firm but gentle.
He works me with a practiced skill, his tongue flicking and stroking, building the pleasure inside me to a fever pitch. I clutch at the blankets, my fingers digging into the fabric as I try to hold on, but it’s a losing battle. The sensation is too intense, too overwhelming, and I can feel myself unraveling under his expert touch.
“Finn,” I moan, his name a desperate plea on my lips.
He hums against me, the vibration sending a fresh wave of pleasure through my body. He sucks gently on my clit, his tongue swirling in a way that makes me cry out. My hips buck against his hold, and he growls, a deep, feral sound that only makes me hotter.
I’m so close, teetering on the edge, and he knows it. He doubles his efforts, his mouth working me with a relentless intensity. When I finally come, it’s like an explosion of heat and light, every muscle in my body tensing and then releasing in a shuddering wave of ecstasy.
I scream his name, my voice echoing off the invisible shield, and he doesn’t stop, drawing out every last bit of pleasure until I’m a quivering, boneless mess beneath him. Only then does he pull back, his lips glistening with my arousal, his eyes dark with satisfaction.
He crawls up my body, his weight a comforting presence, and captures my mouth in a searing kiss. I can taste myself on his lips, and it only makes me want him more.
Shifting my hips, I notch the head of his cock at my entrance, slick and ready for him. “Please,” I whisper against his lips. “I need you inside me.”
Echoing my words earlier, he grabs one of my legs under the knee, opening me wider. “Your wish is my command, my queen.”
Then he slowly pushes forward, stretching me, filling me, until he’s completely seated. We groan from the utter pleasure of simply fitting together this way, neither of us moving for several beats. But it isn’t long before I need more and rock my hips.
“Fuck, baby, give me a godsdamned second or I won’t last,” he grates through clenched teeth.
I bite my lip and smile up at the warrior prince above me. “Then you’d better make it good.”
His lips spread into a wicked grin of sinful decadence. “Challenge fucking accepted.”
THIRTY-TWOFINNIAN
Hovering above Taryn, my body’s still trembling from the aftermath of her hot mouth on my cock and coming down her throat. It felt like absolute heaven, if such a place exists, and I’ve never seen anything sexier than her on her knees, gazing up at me with those lavender doe eyes through dark lashes.
In the dim light of the Ember Pixies above us, her brown skin glows with a sheen of sweat, her eyes half-lidded and filled with desire. The way she looks at me, her lips swollen and parted, sends a fresh wave of desire coursing through me.
She’s expecting me to start moving inside her after she threw down that little gauntlet of a challenge. Which is exactly why I’m not.
I trail kisses down her neck, savoring the taste of her, the way she shivers beneath me. Her soft gasps are music to my ears. My lips find her breasts, teasing and sucking her puckered nipples until she arches into me, her fingers tangling in my hair. When I start to move lower again, the tangling turns into fisting, effectively holding me hostage over her smooth stomach.
“Where are you going?” she pants, her brows knitted in confusion. “That’s not what we agreed came next.”
I use my hands to dislodge hers from my hair, then bring them together behind her back, pinning them in place. “This is what happens when you make demands, little sun. Now lie back and enjoy, because you are definitely what’s coming next.”
“I suppose there are worse ways to go than death by orgasm,” she says, giving in and letting her head drop back to the blanket. Her feigned disinterest makes me chuckle as I map a path of kisses across her belly until I reach the apex of her thighs once more. I’m pretending this is a lesson in patience, but it’s purely selfish on my part. The scent of her arousal is intoxicating, a heady mix that drives me wild with need. I can’t resist tasting her again. Dipping my tongue into her folds, I savor the sweet, salty essence of her.
Gasping, she lets out a sharp cry, her hips jerking involuntarily. I press my tongue flat against her, licking a wide path from her entrance to her clit. She tenses beneath me, her muscles quivering, her breath hitching in her throat.
