Faery Wedding by Mina Carter Page B

through Ash’s body. She shouldn’t be doing this, not with her groom waiting for her in the next room—
    She groaned, a mingled sound of need and helplessness. She couldn’t help herself as she started to respond to his brutal, claiming kiss. Even though she knew she shouldn’t, that she should push him away and tell him last night was last night, she didn’t. She couldn’t.
    His lips claimed hers in a torrid kiss and his tongue laved over her lower lip again, demanding access. She granted it, whimpering with need as his hot tongue twined around hers, and his hands journeyed further up her legs.
    Her pussy clenched hard. She was sore from his loving last night, but she still wanted more. No, wanted was the wrong word. She craved more of his touch, more of his hard body moving against hers—in hers—as he took her with a power and determination Ash had never experienced before, or expected to again.
    Liquid heat escaped her feminine channel, soaking her silken thong. The scent of her arousal filled the small room, and Dev rumbled approval deep in his chest. His hands reached her thighs. She parted for him without thinking. A flush of arousal burnt her cheeks as his questing fingers stroked along her sensitive skin. They paused to explore the lace top of her stockings, but soon moved on again.
    A fine tremble ran through her as he reached the juncture of her thighs and explored the edges of the tiny scrap of silk covering her. Her clit pulsed in anticipation, tightening to the point of pain. He had to touch her. She needed him to touch her. To do something to end this sensual torment.
    “Ahhhhh…”
    Ash broke the kiss and buried her face in his neck as he pushed the silk aside and swept underneath. She moaned, kissing his neck as his deft fingers found the hard nub of her clit.
    “We don’t have long sweet,” he murmured even as he plied her body with soft circles and rubs around and against her needy flesh. “More than anything I want to make this last, but it’s gonna have to be hard and fast.”
    She nodded. “Anything. However you want. Just now… Please!”
    Her voice held a begging note, but she didn’t care. She just needed him. He was like a drug. Somehow he’d gotten under her skin, and she needed him more than air itself.
    Her words were accompanied by a heavy thrust of her hips. A silent demand that he stop messing about and get on with it. He chuckled as his fingers slid down and tested the entrance to her body. She knew what he’d find; she was slick and wet, more than ready for him.
    “Bossy little thing, aren’t you? Just remember who’s in charge here.”
    She gasped, her back arching hard as he thrust two fingers into her pussy. Her vision spiralled as lightening shot through her, tingling through every cell in her body. God, she was almost ready to come, and he wasn’t even in her yet.
    “Yeah. Me,” she panted as she rode his fingers to wring out every last drop of sensation.
    Triumph and arousal swirled through her in a heady combination as she looked deep into his eyes. This was her payback. Never mind last night, being screwed just before the ceremony was the ultimate revenge. Being taken in her wedding gown before she walked up the aisle as a virgin bride was sweet, sweet justice.
    “Sure about that babe?”
    He curled his fingers back and pressed at a new spot inside her. Her eyes rolled back in her head as fireworks obliterated her vision. Gods, the man knew what he was doing. He had to be one of her new husband’s warriors. He certainly wasn’t one of her father’s. There was no way she’d have missed him.
    Screw her original plan of being celibate after the ceremony, she was going to find him…
    He pulled from her and she pouted, feeling the loss inside her keenly. Within a heartbeat, his fingers were replaced with the broad head of his cock pressing at the soaked entrance to her pussy.
    “Oh yes,” she moaned, unable to hold in the tiny whimper of urgency as he