Though I’m embarrassed, and though I know it’s not proper for me to show my naked body to a male who’s not my husband, or mate, being exposed in front of Tristan adds to my excitement.
My pussy throbs and throbs, and I find myself thinking that maybe, just maybe, I should resume caressing myself while the huge fae general watches.
“Go ahead, sweet human. Touch yourself again.”
CHAPTER 20
TRISTAN
I can’t tearmy gaze from Amelia’s spread center. Her mound is swollen and slick, and her clit is poking out from between her folds as though it’s begging to be sucked. I growl as I imagine taking that engorged nubbin into my mouth.
She sucks in a shaky breath and reaches for her pussy once again.
“That’s it, sweet human. Resume pleasuring yourself.”
This time, she aims for her clit. She presses down on the button and a groan catches in her throat. She thrashes a bit in my arms, and I tighten my hold on her, reaching down to place a hand on each of her thighs, keeping her spread wide as she circles her clit.
Gods, is this really happening?
Truth be told, I didn’t anticipate the events that would be set into motion just by my request to hold Amelia. I’d expected to snuggle her for a few minutes before retiring to the floor for my slumber. But I never expected how excited she would become as I embraced her and caressed her hair.
She whimpers as her hips shoot upward, and when she comes down, her lower back impacts on my agonizingly hard cock. My growls join her whimpers and moans, and the friction of her body constantly rubbing against my rigid length makes me ravenous to claim her. Ravenous to bend her over the bed and plunge deep in her chasm, ravenous to take her from behind and pound her hard.
“That’s it, sweet human. You’re doing such a good job of rubbing your clit. Just as I knew you would.” I infuse my voice with praise.
She cries out and strokes herself faster, and her movements become frantic and shaky. The aroma of her slickness fills my nostrils.Fuck, yes.She’s climaxing. She’s experiencing her first release as I hold her close and offer guidance.
I continue whispering words of praise and encouragement in her ear as she rides the waves of the orgasm. Her face twists with pleasure, her cheeks are flushed, and her hair is in complete disarray. Gods, she’s so beautiful. And she’s mine. All mine.
My war prize, and possibly, my fated mate.
I push aside the guilt that follows for not having told her of my suspicions yet. Later. Soon.
But we’ll be arriving in Sorsston tomorrow, and I’ll be busy sorting out the mess at the castle for a while. I resolve that as soon as I figure out how the warden and over twenty fae soldiers were killed, I will take the time to explain everything to Amelia.
I don’t want to tell her tonight, and likely shock her with the revelation, only to not be able to spend much time with her in the coming days. Once I tell her, it’s my hope that she’ll agree to let me claim her. It’s my hope that she’ll be just as curious as I am regarding our potential bond, and she’ll want to see if a true mating bond forms between us after we join our bodies as one.
I remove my hands from her thighs and lean deeper into the pillows. She ceases moving, and her hand falls away from hercenter. She remains in my arms, panting breathlessly, and I’m stunned when I receive a wave of her emotions.
She’s satisfied beyond measure, as well as surprised by how pleasurable the experience was. She’s also grateful to me for teaching her how to properly touch herself.
My cock surges when I sense her next thought.
She’s curious about my state of excitement. She enjoys the feel of my hardness against her lower back, and she wonders if I might seek my pleasure next. She wonders if perhaps she can watch me stroke myself to a release.
Gods. My blood becomes so heated that I instantly break into a sweat, and I push away the summer warmth and invite a cool spring breeze, a feat of which most Summer Court fae aren’t capable.
“Mm. That feels nice.” Amelia sighs and starts to close her eyes, but a second later, she jolts and scrambles to push her nightdress down, covering her nudity.
I sense her conflicting emotions, but I take heart in the knowledge that she’s not only attracted to me, but she feels safe with me. She only wishes I wasn’t keeping her as a war prize. She wishes we’d met under different circumstances.
I caress her arm and place another kiss on her cheek. I would love to press my lips to hers and kiss her soundly, but I’m still of a mind to earn her trust. I worry if we move too fast, that might never happen.
“Are you all right, Amelia?” I ask softly.
By now, her breathing has calmed, and she remains languid in my arms. I can easily sense her fatigue, and I will happily hold her like this all night if she wants.
“Yes, Tristan,” she eventually says. “I’m all right. A bit shocked, I suppose, and maybe a little embarrassed. I can’t believe we…we…” Her voice trails off, but I know what she meant to say.
