Page 59 of The Fallen Fae King

“Didn’t you once call me a psycho?” His voice drops, low and sultry.

“Did I say that I expected you to change?”

“Never.” He thrusts into me, hard.

I gasp, as despite Daire’s work and my slick, he still stretches me. I welcome the delicious burn. He pistons into me, faster than anyone has rutted me before.

I throw my head back, delirious with pleasure. “P-p-please…”

“Not until you have my knot, Omega.” Lanlin’s hips snap even faster.

I moan in desperation.

I tear through the blankets with my nails. When I try to kick my feet, Lanlin hooks his ankles around mine to hold me still and take it.

It’s perfect.

He never takes his gaze from mine.

I feel like I am falling into Lanlin’s eyes’ red chasm…into the darkness behind them.

It terrifies me.

Yet I don’t try and pull away.

Instead, I loop my arms around his neck and draw him into a kiss, as if I can suck the darkness inside him through his lips into me.

When he opens his mouth, and our tongues entwine, I can almost taste his incense shadows spilling into my mouth.

When Daire pushes himself up onto his elbow next to me and licks up the trail of tears streaming down my cheeks, I realize that I am crying.

“I have you, always,” Daire murmurs.

Feverish, barely holding on under Lanlin’s onslaught, I can’t work out what Daire means, until he grazes his sharp teeth down my neck. Then I smell the sharp tang of blood.

Lanlin freezes.

I am pinned under his glowing gaze, as he zeros in on the beading blood.

Suddenly, I realize that I have never truly known what it is to feel like Lanlin’s prey.

I fucking do now.

Fear and exhilaration thrill through me.

Instantly, Lanlin is lost to his rut. He’s not in control. He pushes my head to the side and takes a deep sniff of my throat.

Then he licks down my neck, tasting my blood.

Daire must have known that Lanlin only needed that single taste to complete the ritual and push him over the edge because immediately, Lanlin’s hips stutter, and his knot starts to inflate.

I howl with ecstasy, as Lanlin’s knot pushes at the walls of my pussy, forcing me to come in a way that I would never be able to hold back.

I am howling, scratching, biting.

When Daire kisses me, I suck harshly on his lip.

“I love you.” Daire is kissing me with a type of desperation that I don’t understand. I blink at him. Why is he crying? “I love you. Please, don’t forget me, Spark? I fucking love you.”