A Steamy Excerpt from PSL: A Fae Court Romance. Warning! This one’s steamy.
Every neuron in my brain focused on that single drop of caramel caressing down his body. It didn’t stop at his fine, rusty chest hair. No, it kept going, swerving with the pockets of abs—which he had by the nine pack—and finally coming to a halt at his waistband. Which I couldn’t stop staring at.
We both looked up into each other’s eyes, our chests heaving. He’s half-naked and drizzled with caramel. I’m coated in whipped cream.
Scott’s hand grabbed my waist, I the nape of his neck. At once, we mashed the cream and caramel together, our lips plunging into the sticky sweet abyss. Holy shit, Scott kissed like he was facing twenty years at sea. The sugary touch burned hot as his tongue wet across my lips. He lapped a dollop of cream from the side of my mouth, then dove in, spreading the melting richness between us.
God, he tasted even better than he smelled. Under the cream waited a nutty musk crisper than a bonfire that sent my hips rolling forward. “Fuck,” he gasped into my mouth. His hands rose beside my face, both palms cupping my cheeks as he stared deep into my eyes.
“I’ve missed this,” he declared, pulling me to him for a hard kiss. Using his nose, he knocked my chin up, and hot lips nibbled along my throat. As he swerved his tongue over the creamy mess, a moan rumbled deep in his gut.
“You smell like,” he sputtered, his hips thrusting forward. A gasp escaped as the full length of his cock brushed against my belly. It pinged through me, my lips salivating for a lick, my fingers aching to wrap around it.
“You taste like…” Scott moaned before rolling his tongue across my clavicle. Back up my neck, he dug his chin into my shoulder while caressing the tip of his nose in the hollow behind my ear. “I need you,” he breathed.
What happened to that vacation away from men? From dating, and relationships, and sex?
A hot man covered in sticky sugar pleading for me happened.
“I want you,” I declared, running my nails across his thin waist and up over his back. Scott gasped at the touch then he made me squirm with ache. Placing two fingers at the top of my sternum, he swept the pair down through my cleavage. All the while, his eyes bored into mine. Told me how he wanted nothing but me. How he was bursting at the seams to fuck me.
The tip of his finger poked into my belly button, which he curled in a circle while licking his lips. God, I couldn’t take anymore. I grabbed my sweater, yanking it clear over my head and sending the sticky mess flying for the stove.
“You are…perfect,” Scott declared. He grabbed me about the hips and hefted me up onto the bar counter. Our lips found each other while he broke the lock on my bra with the same ease he kindled a fire.
Stepping a half-inch back, he shivered and drew a hand through his hair while memorizing my shirtless self. Slowly, he drew the flat of his thumb from the top of my lip down. Tugging the bottom one out, he said, “Tell me you’re wicked. Tell me you’re cruel.”
His thumb picked up a missed dollop of whipped cream while his eyes bored his plea into me. Leaning over, his forehead brushing against mine, he demanded, “Tell me you’ll break my heart.”
It sounded like he wanted me to do it, to declare myself the destroyer of men. But I couldn’t. I could never do that to anyone. “I’m sorry,” I said gulping from the burst of pain washing through my heart. “I can’t.”
Scott moaned, his tongue lapping over my lips, heat bulging between us. I scooted closer, my hands rustling through his hair, when that dollop of whipped cream landed on my nipple. The surprising chill caused me to yelp in surprise, but a hot mouth quickly enveloped around it.
One hand cupped under my right breast while his lips pressed tighter to my sticky nipple. Sucking along it, he licked harder, the pressure ramping straight to my inner core. A moan sundered through my body, my hips grinding against the counter to savor in the heat.
“You taste of…” Scott stepped closer, his lips puckering against my stomach. My ass glided back along the counter shoving our coffee mess away as he rose higher above me. Thumbs cupping my belly, he worried his fingers around my waist. Kneading the skin back and forth while his eyes burned up at me, I felt a tickle rising at the pressure.
A laugh rolled off my tongue, my thighs flexing together, until he drew his hands down my hips and to my leggings. The worrying palms caressed my thighs, soothing up from the knee then back down. Still he wouldn’t tell me what I tasted like, those lips perched as if the word lingered on his tongue.
God, I wanted to suck it off of him.
Strong hands clamped to my thighs and with no effort pushed them apart. I reveled in the cool autumn air brushing against my nearly exposed cunt. “Mmm,” Scott moaned. Wrapping my hair around his fist, he tugged my head back. His brandy eyes surveyed me and watched with vigor as he drew a single finger straight through the center of my being.
Heat erupted from him swirling my arousal all across my pleading lower lips. The ache pulsed through me, pleaded with me to feel him on me. Skin to skin. Rip my pants free and grind my way on him.
“Tell me you don’t want me,” he said. “Tell me this…”
“Oh fuck!” I shouted as he kneaded a knuckle through my splayed open vag.
“Is all a lie,” Scott whispered before plunging his tongue into my mouth. My body craved him, begged for him in a way it never had before. Surging forward, I enveloped my legs around him. As my soaking wet vag struck his stomach, I unleashed another moan into his mouth.
He started to move back as if he’d planned to tease me to the breaking point and walk away. No. Locking my ankles, I pulled him until he bent down. His hands slapped to the counter, his chest nearly upon mine while I swept my palms along his trembling abs.
“You tell me,” I said, drawing my hands across the waistband of his jeans. He paused, curiosity rising in his brandy eyes. Staring deep into those hazel depths, I quickly undid his jeans’ button and tugged the zipper down. A cock fell into my hand, my fingers brushing along the base while the tip found its way halfway up my forearm.
Holy shit! My toes curled at the size promised before me. But, as Scott tipped his head up, his Adam’s apple shivering in delight, I focused only on him. Locking my hand into a fist, I tugged up against the silky skin that sent the man reeling. He cried out in tongues, the incoherent babble reinforcing my ego as I rounded around the crown.
Leaning up, I sunk my teeth into his neck. He groaned, panting and hardening in my hand the harder I bit. Those stalwart hips of his began to thrust, his cock caressing along my forearm and nearly fucking my elbow. All the while he moaned as if he could take no more.
With my tongue, I lapped along the rough sandpaper of his scruff. First at the throat, then higher until I grazed my teeth against his chin. Our lips brushed in a haphazard kiss, the kind two lovers share out of routine and its familiarity startled me.
The green in his eyes amplified, nearly overtaking the brown. I heard his nails scrabbling against the counter as he folded his hands into fists. All the while, I kept a tight hold on his cock, the pulsing through it reverberating in my pussy.
“Tell me,” I picked back up the question, “is this a lie?” I jerked along his vast length, watching the primal need seep into his eyes.
Scott’s fists grabbed the back of my head, hoisting it up until our foreheads crashed into each other. I breathed with him, the scent of his body mingling with the taste on my lips. He panted, his eyes screwed tight as our questions danced around us.
A growl rolled in his chest and he cried, “Never.” Kissing me, he yanked off my leggings, my legs kicking to try and help rid me of the futility of pants. Scott knocked away his jeans and both hands clamped around my ankles. I raised them up, expecting them to wind up around his shoulders, but he paused.
Those haunting eyes savored in my tumbling breasts and my aching pussy. God, how the throbbing lips begged for him. “You’re beautiful,” he declared and tipped me back on the counter.
One hot lumberjack, a rustic cabin in the woods, whipped cream and lattes, princes, magic, and fairy wings. This is not the vacation I wanted, but it might be the one I need.
After a broken heart, I had to get away from the city. Escaping to a cabin in the woods deep into autumn sounded perfect. Peace. Solitude. Just me, my books, and my coffee fix. Next thing I know a gorgeous man chainsawing downed trees is sweeping me off my feet.
Literally, as it turns out he’s a fairy. Not just any fairy either. No, he’s a freaking Prince in exile.
Now I’m trapped in the kingdom of the autumn fairies while assassins lurk in every shadow. Every day Scott, who rose to fill in for the ill King, slips further from me. Time is ticking and soon I’ll have to return home. The question is will the once-disgraced Prince, sweet as caramel and sinful as cinnamon, come with me.
There are few regrets I wear harder in my heart than what led me to abandon my throne, my people, my kingdom. When I was banished to the human realm, I thought to live out my days protecting the forests. That changed the day this breathtaking human in leggings approached me.
In her, I found that which I thought was lost forever, home. It doesn’t hurt that she’s got a body worthy of worship either.
I never anticipated a return to my kingdom, much less dragging a human with me. Now, I have an opportunity to regain everything I lost. But, after all this time I find myself wondering if being king of the autumn fairies is what I truly want or if my heart aches for another.
This novella is a celebration of all things autumn. Grab a blanket, pour yourself a warm drink, and snuggle by the fire to fall in love.
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