Looking forward to the nuptials of her best friend and charge Prince Declan, Sorcha Ilisse knows what’s in store for her: Sex, sex and more sex. The ability to see some favorite lovers and indulge in the debaucheries of the event riding high on her senses, she didn’t count on the one person she didn’t want to see in attendance.
Jaerik, a green Dragon and general of the Dark fae was snubbed by Sorcha once upon a time, but years have past and he never forgot the burning obsession that was her lithe little body gracing his bed for always. She spurned him when he was a young Dragon but now a man, he’s set to prove to her that he is exactly the kinda male she needs.
As the festivities open with an annual hunt, Jae sees his window to seduce and ensnare the one woman he could see himself with for always..
Jaerik turned to watch her, she was small but perfectly formed, her curvaceous body called to his inner beast who wanted to howl into her ripe breasts while he grabbed her full hips and pounded into her. He resisted the urge to grab her. “Come here,” he said firmly. “Stand under the rope and put your arms up.”
She did as he asked, a sexy, coy smile on her face. She lifted her arms up and licked her lips.
Jae fastened the leather cuffs around her wrists and took hold of the free end of the rope where it dangled in the air, pulling on it, lifting her body so she was standing on the balls of her feet; her body strung up and stretched for him. “Comfortable?”
Her eyes twinkled. “Well if I was, this wouldn’t be as fun, would it?” she grinned.
Jae pulled the rope a little tighter, pulling her onto tiptoes as he secured the rope to the trunk of the tree. “Much better.” He trailed his finger down her arm and along her collar bone, down to her breast, where he slowly circled a nipple, watching it harden further. With his other hand, he withdrew a black silk scarf. “Mouth or eyes?” he pondered. “Eyes I think,” he said as he secured it round her head. He knew she would be able to see shadows and shapes but that was fine by him. Anticipation was part of the fun.
Sorcha giggled. “Ooh, kinky…” she said as she struggled against the bonds, making a real show of it.
Jae swatted her ass with his hand as she struggled. “You have no idea Tink,” he said as he stroked her ass and allowed his fingers to dip lower into her slit. She was dripping wet. “Open your thighs,” he said as he removed his fingers and trailed them over her body as he circled her, returning to face her. Cupping her breasts, he brushed her pebbled nipples with his thumbs. “Where to begin?”
“I would say you already have,” she said as she strained toward him, her lips wet, glistening, begging.”Clever fingers…” she moaned.
“Oh no,” he said, leaning forward and whispering in her ear, his hot breath caressing her neck, “this is only an appetizer.” His fingers pinched her nipples as he gently bit her earlobe. He chuckled at her moan; this was going to be interesting.
Stepping back, he looked at her suspended and naked form glinting in the moonlight, her pale flesh almost glowed. So fucking beautiful he thought as he undid the top button of his jeans, releasing the pressure against his cock, which was straining to get closer to her. He withdrew the final prop from his magic pocket. His mum was a genius—a huge fan of the mortal show Dr. Who, she had been enchanting pockets to be larger on the inside than they were on the outside. He twirled the long black feather in his fingers and then dragged the feather down her flesh, allowing it to flutter where it caressed. Dipping it down to her cleft, he teased her as he bent his head and took a nipple into his mouth to suck on it before worrying it with his teeth.
Sorcha sucked in a breath and arched into his touch as she hissed for him. “Ummm your mouth is like fire, baby,” she moaned. “Tease.”
“You are, aren’t you?” he stated as he moved to her other nipple, and repeating the act, smiled around the nipple as she moaned and tried to grind against him. “Sometimes a tease needs to be taught a lesson. They need to be bent over and fucked hard, so hard that your handprints brand their skin for a while.” As he spoke he dropped the feather and thrust two large fingers in her channel, pumping them as he spoke. “Don’t you agree?” he asked as his thumb began to strum her clit.
She moaned and arched. “Yes, a spanking is most needed, I think.” She sobbed and twisted in his fingers, trying to get more contact on all the places she needed.
“Perhaps one day, if you do what you are told, I will bend you over my knee, spank you and then fuck you, all the time rubbing your ripe red ass.”
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Two writers from very different worlds, Dagmar Avery and Charlotte Steele craft naughty stories about dark fae, true love and dragons. Friends for longer than they can remember, they started writing together to fill a need in each other’s lives— the need to share their world with someone else. Dagmar lives in South Carolina with her husband and two dogs, and Charlotte lives in the UK as a sexy single woman on the prowl.
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