Page 117 of The Fallen Fae King

His breathing becomes unsteady. He is struggling to hold the cup still in his shaky hands.

I smirk.

This is the best type of training.

Daire did want to know how he could serve me. I may be the one on my knees, but I am in control right now.

“Any chance,” Daire grinds out, glancing down in desperation at the slowly filling cup, “that your sweet mouth could suck my poor cock now, love?”

My eyes dance with amusement.

I rest my lips close…agonizingly close…to his twitching dick. But I don’t touch it.

Daire’s shadows wind around me, brushing over the back of my neck, shoulders, and down my spine, as if both begging and encouraging me.

I shiver.

I am wet, aching to drop my hand to circle my own clit.

But I don’t need to come myself right now. This is about my mate. Most of the time, Daire focuses the pleasure on me.

I lift my brow. “You asked for it.”

Daire flaps his wings in thrilled anticipation.

I grab him around the hips to hold him still because I am retaining the control. Then I circle the base of his cock with my hand, pumping him at the same time that I hollow my cheeks.

I suck his cock furiously —harshly — like I am sucking his soul through it.

I will make him come.

“Bloody hell.” Daire bends over, scrunching his eyes up.

He is overwhelmed at the intense pleasure, forgetting the blood dripping from his wrist into the cup. He is lost in the orgasm that I am wrenching from him.

“Freya…” He yanks his bloody arm away from the now overflowing cup and bites into it to muffle his scream as he comes.

I swallow his cum, sucking him to the point of oversensitivity.

He is shaking.

Slowly, I pull back, giving his cock kitten kisses.

Daire stares down at me with awe.

He lets go of his arm. “You’re incredible, love.”

I nuzzle at his thighs, purring. “Did you think that I would set you up to fail? You’ve just sacrificed blood and cum. Wait, we didn’t just act out some kind of ritual to summon a Shadow Devil?”

Daire laughs, licking over the bite on his arm to slow the bleeding. “I hope not. The Void Devil was bad enough. I’m not adopting a freaky Shadow Devil.”

I shudder, chilled.

I have been trying to avoid thinking about my time in the Void, but it has haunted my nightmares.

I push myself to my feet, grimacing as my sore knees protest. “I fucking hate stone floors.”

“It’s almost as if they didn’t think about making them comfortable for blow jobs when this court was designed.”