Page 116 of The Fallen Fae King

“Hey,” I snatch at his arm, “greedy fae. That’s not for you.”

Daire finishes the cup, wiping at his mouth with the back of his arm. “Sorry, but I needed somewhere to collect the blood.”

I stare at him blankly. “What?”

Daire winks. “My blood is the best drink in the realms, better than any wine. I’m bloody delicious.”

I blanch. “Go fuck a troll.”

“Thanks for the offer but not right now, thanks.”

I shove him in the chest. “You’re not bleeding for Lanlin.”

“Why not, after the way I betrayed him? After he’s lost everything because I put those buggering shackles on him?”

I don’t have an answer for that.

I wet my lips. “If we smuggle you into the Guild…”

“We just agreed that was impossible.” Daire bites his wrist, which is not marked with the snowflake bond mark, gnawing with his sharp teeth. I wince. “I can spare a little blood. I’ve got enough, right? On the sacred ash, I may have been acting like a lazy arse, curling up in the nest with you this week because…I’ve been going through withdrawal myself.” Daire’s expression twists. “I didn’t realize how addicted I was to being bitten. Vampires are dangerous. They trap you, as much as fae do with their blood. Lanlin and I are bonded now; I can sense it. It bloody hurts to be apart from him.”

“It does,” I murmur, hugging myself. Then my lips quirk. “If you’re going to suffer pain for our pack, however, then I’ll give you pleasure.”

Daire grits his teeth, ripping deeper into his skin; his lips glisten with scarlet. “Hmm, kinky.”

I fall to my knees on the hard floor in front of him because I love to be the one to shock him.

He may be more experienced than I am, but I’m learning.

Daire gazes down at me with darkening pupils.

He licks his lips clean, before holding his wrist over the terracotta cup. His blood slowly drips into the cup, while I drag his breeches down.

Daire’s cock is already at half-mast, as I ease it out.

Daire struggles not to moan, biting his lip. “Fuck, love.”

I look up at him through my eyelashes. “Shall we see if you can come before you’ve filled that cup? If not, you’re going to have a long, hard day ahead of you.”

“My merciless Queen.” Daire groans but he sounds delighted.

I grasp the base of his cock, slowly stroking up and down to tease him.

He widens his stance, steadying himself.

When I cup his balls through his breeches, his breath hitches.

I lean forward, licking over the head of his cock.

“You’re killing me, love,” Daire hisses.

“Am I?” I flutter my eyelashes at him, innocently.

Then I kill him further to distract him from the pain in his wrist.

I kiss up and down the shaft of his cock, before circling the head with my tongue.

Daire’s cock is now painfully hard.