Reign of Ice (Forever Fae #4)(32)
“Touch me, Brayden,” I demanded heatedly.
He stopped immediately and gazed down at me, grinning from ear to ear. “Are you actually begging me, angel?”
Grabbing him by the shoulders, I fisted my hands in his shirt and pulled him down to me. “Oh no, I’m not begging you …” I said, kissing him firmly on the lips, “… I’m telling you.”
Brayden chuckled, but opened his mouth further, letting his tongue mingle with mine. “Whenever the time comes for me to make love to you, Ariella, you will beg me. Of that I am certain.”
“I told you I’m not the begging type.”
He chuckled again, and without breaking contact with my lips, he hooked a finger underneath the strap of my dress. He slowly glided it down my shoulder inch by inch until he freed my breast. Trailing his tongue down my chin to my neck, he carefully flicked my taut nipple with his tongue and closed his lips around my tender flesh, sucking greedily.
I moaned and arched my back into his touch, whispering his name. His hand removed the other strap of my dress and released the other breast. I ached for the feel of his skin on mine. Quickly, Brayden sat up and pulled off his shirt, throwing it to the floor. He gazed down at me with his hooded brown eyes and I up at him. His chest was hard and smooth with nothing except pure, lean muscle. My dress was bunched up at my waist, leaving me exposed and spread open to him as he watched me lying there beneath him, waiting. Waiting for what I had no clue.
Gently, Brayden trailed his fingers up my thighs, and when his thumb rubbed over my sensitive flesh I gasped. Lowering himself onto me again, he licked and sucked one of my nipples while circling his thumb across my clit. Only when he pushed a finger into my opening did I almost lose control. I was so close to begging, but I bit my tongue to keep my words silent. My breathing accelerated along with Brayden’s. I was so deliciously close to the edge that when he pushed further inside me I lost it.
His fingers pumped relentlessly as I jerked and bucked against the bed, gripping onto the bed sheets. “Brayden,” I shouted as the orgasm started to heighten.
“Let it go,” he groaned. “I want you to let it go, angel.”
Gliding his fingers in and out harder, I finally opened myself up and let the orgasm spill throughout my body. It felt like liquid fire as the tremors from my release spread to every nerve ending of my being. It felt amazing. Breathing hard, I closed my eyes while Brayden lay down beside me. When I opened them, I couldn’t stop my gaze from wandering down to his waist where his cock bulged against his jeans. Biting my lip, I started to unbutton his pants, but he stopped me by placing his hand on mine, halting me.
“You’re playing a dangerous game, angel, by doing that. Are you sure you know what you’re doing?” he asked.
“Trust me,” I said, exposing his rigid cock, which lay heavy against his stomach. “I want you to close your eyes and concentrate on my thoughts. I’m going to show you a good time now.”
Closing his eyes, he settled back onto the bed while I positioned myself beside him and took his penis into my grip. His body jerked as I stroked him gently at first, but then picked up my pace, squeezing him tightly. The images I sent from my mind to his were completely different. In my thoughts I was riding him hard, milking him for all he had. It was but a taste of what our life could be like if we just let it get to that point. Brayden groaned and thrust his hips with my movement just like he was in the thoughts I sent to him. Faster and faster I tortured him, wanting more than anything to straddle his body and make love to him the way I was in my thoughts. Brayden finally let go, groaning as his release came hot and swift. We both collapsed against the bed, breathing hard and satiated.
I kissed him on the lips and cuddled up beside him as he wrapped his arms around me. “That was very interesting, angel. I must say, you better be careful thinking those thoughts. I would hate for you to arouse me at the wrong time.”
“Yeah, I don’t think it would be good to be in the middle of addressing the court and suddenly have a complete hard on. I’ll try to keep my thoughts to myself, but it might be kind of difficult,” I admitted ruefully.
Brayden chuckled and nuzzled his nose into my hair, breathing me in. It was getting late and I was extremely tired. Moving to the Winter Court, fighting with Brayden, and then ending up in his bed was a lot to absorb in one day. Yawning, I reached down and pulled the covers over his body and mine.
“Goodnight, Brayden,” I whispered in his mind.
“Goodnight, angel.”
Brayden told me three weeks is what I had until Durin showed up. I had three weeks to enjoy my life before everything ended, and I was going to make sure I made the best of the days I had. Even if that included going against what I thought was right and finished what I started with Brayden. It was too late to go back, and it was too late to stop from jumping … I already leapt.
THE SECOND MY eyes opened to the dawn I knew something was wrong. I could feel and smell the evil approaching like a distant plague threatening to spread its curse on our land. Brayden sensed my unease and immediately awoke beside me, his gaze alert and ready.
“What’s wrong, angel?”
Sliding out of the bed we just spent the night together on, I quickly ran to the window and peered out. I couldn’t see them, but I knew they were coming. Alasdair was almost there and he wasn’t alone.