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Sleeping in the palace bedrooms was odd. I had slept in the stables as a child, then in my rooms in Hollow Hall, then on a chair and cot down in the Court of Shadows. But now, I was on a comfortable bed in a huge room. I was alone, staring up at the ceiling when she came in. “Cardan?”
I jolted up right at the sound of her voice, a smile danced on my face, a mixture of excitement and nervousness at her presence. “Yes? I’m right here. Is something the matter?”
She came closer to me with a sly smile, her eyes dazzling with schemes. “No. I just wanted to see you.”
Jude put a gloved hand to my face, brushing my cheek as she looked at me. “I wished to… relieve some tension.”
Before I could ask what she meant, she grabbed me and pulled me towards her to kiss her. Emotions ran through me as I quickly kissed her back, wrapping my arms around her, and lifting her into my bed. Her touch was intoxicating and thrilling.
After a moment more, she removed herself from my arms and licked her plump lips. I gulped a little, just looking at her. She had revealed nothing and yet her just being there, her face, her actions, it made my heart race. “Every beauty of the fae has to bow to you, Jude.”
She laughed and bit her lip, watching my face as she did so. It was obvious that she was doing it for the reaction but I yearned to give her exactly what she was looking for. Jude sprawled herself on her bed and it looked like she belonged there. I moved myself to be on top of her, taking off her belt quickly. “Jude…”
Jude looked at me, amused by everything I was doing. “Yes?”
I repeated her name over and over as I took off the rest of her clothes, kissing up and down her body, leaving her in her mortal undergarments and her gloves. She stopped me as I went for her underwear and shook her head. “You don’t get everything you wish for so quickly.”
She sat up, moving me under her instead. Jude leaned down and bit the cartilage of my ear before whispering into it. “Ask nicely.”
“Jude Duarte, let me listen to you whine and scream my name. Let the whole palace, let all of Elfhame know you are mine. Please.”
Instead of answering she started to undress me, leaving me in my own underwear. She looked at my tail and moved towards it to touch it. I grabbed her wrist and used my teeth to take it off for her. She touched the plume of fur and I shuddered a little. Her words were soft, like she was speaking to herself. “I always wondered what it felt like.”
Jude’s gaze returned to me and I smiled at her, my heart still racing. “And..just for tonight. Go ahead.”
I felt my tail swish with excitement as I moved to position myself. She laid down once more and spread her legs for me. Her kissable thighs, I could already imagine them with bite marks, claiming my territory, marks only we would know about.
I started to kiss her, working my way up to her underwear. I traced my canines against her skin just to feel her shudder. After a few more minutes of teasing her, I finally took off her underwear, my nails scratching her a little as I did so.
She whined softly while I teased her further, this time with my tongue. My tongue found that special spot quickly, experimenting with different movements until I found the one. Jude grabbed my hair tightly, moaning out a pleading phrase. I laughed into her, turned on by her reactions. The mortal grasped my hair tighter as if trying to punish me for laughing, for playing with her. She let out a gritted, “Cardan fucking Greenbriar,” like she was trying to make me feel like I needed to repent for my actions.
I removed myself a little, lifting my head so I could look at her properly. I tilted my head, a smirk dancing on my face. “Something wrong?”
“You make me want to have a knife so I can threaten you constantly, keep going.”
“Wow, so rude while talking to your king.”
Jude rolled her eyes. “Please.”
“Good girl.”
I took a dramatic deep breath before resuming what I was before. I had done this before, to the fae who took up with me during revels, but they were nothing compared to Jude. Her whimpers were music to my ears, far more melodic than any performer. As I continued, getting more into it, finding the speed that was just right for her, she started to squirm away from me. A natural reaction of course, but she was not leaving me. I dug my nails into her thighs to keep her where I wanted her. The sudden pain made her gasp and I hoped it was with at least a bit of pleasure.
Her wetness had a gorgeous taste and I wished I could feast on her at every meal. She grasped my hair tighter and moaned out my name. She sounded as good as she tasted. I continued on until her legs shook underneath my hands. I let up only for a moment, to focus solely on her, only for her to squeeze her thighs against me.
Jude’s reactions to my movements only made me want to work harder, to get her exactly where she deserved. I moaned her name into her, her body reacting the way I wanted it to. Her back arched as I finished her off, her sweet sounds loud and clear. I licked up every bit of her before emerging, looking at her with a smile. I locked eyes with her as I licked my lips of her juices. “You’re gorgeous.”
She just breathed out softly, her body still quivering a little. I chuckled at the sight of her, crawling up beside her. I wrapped my arms around her and kissed her softly, letting her taste herself a little. “You were so good for me, so wet and tasty. Such a good girl.”
Jude smiled at me, looking at me with some sort of glimmer in her eyes. “We should…do this again sometime soon. But first..hold me for a while?”
I nodded. “Anything for you.”
In a blink, I was awake. I held a pillow inside of the mortal I wished to be next to. I was alone in my new bedroom, not even a random fae in my bed. What had I been thinking? I should have known it was a dream, the dirty liar would never crawl into my bed, never say please.
Even though I yearned for her next to me. I yearned for her to be undressed in my bed. I yearned even for her to just be next to me, clothed and with a smile. Or at least some bit of affection in her gaze.
But the truth was easy to see. I was alone and she would never look at me the way I wished she would. Jude would never kiss me again, and the one time she did it had been a trick. All she could be was a trick, a lying mortal who would never see the boy behind the monster.
I sighed quietly, even though there was no one to disturb with my loneliness, and laid back down. Tomorrow would be another revel, tomorrow I would have fae join me so I could stop dreaming of her. Or at least, stop wishing she was beside me.