I flipped her over and pressed her into the bed, fiercely grinding my cock against her clit, wanting inside but not allowing myself that pleasure. She gasped and writhed beneath me, moaning my name, her heels digging into my back. Lacey grabbed my neck and pulled me closer, bringing our mouths together as I dragged myself up and down her cunt.

“Please,” she begged, gasping into my mouth.

“I’d tear you in two, love,” I said. She moaned and her fingers buried in my hair and then trailed down. She traced the scar that traversed my neck as I thrust between her legs. I already knew this was a mistake. I was playing at fucking her and there was little difference between this and the real thing when it came to my emotions.

So many thoughts went through my head suddenly as my balls drew up and her fingers dug into my scars. How Remington was after her now, realizing she was our wall of defense. How I’d help put her in that position and it was a grave mistake. What had I been thinking? What madness drove me to risk one of my sidhe for my own benefit?

It had been Puca whispering in my ear. It had been Lorcan’s look of fear and anger when he found out his name was on the list next to mine. And it had been fate. Some strange power that played its hand time and time again, making things turn out how it wanted. Did that mean Lacey was my fate? All of ours’ fate?

“You took off your gold,” I panted, thrusting and grinding between her thighs. The head of my cock slipped past her entrance with each thrust; a temptation turned into a lost opportunity. The appeal of burying my large cock inside her grew each time I teased myself with it until I felt I couldn’t trust myself anymore. That I’d spear her on myself, my need for her overcoming common sense.

I pulled away and went down, pressing my mouth between her legs and licking her up and down, peeling her open with my thumb and sucking her clit. I wrapped my hand around my cock and stroked myself roughly, groaning into her cunt. I trailed a hand up to her breast and gently teased her nipple before palming her breast in my hand, grabbing it as I worked her with my tongue.

A few times she insisted I go harder in any way possible—with my mouth, with my hands—but I wouldn’t. She didn’t know what she asked. I was a warrior. I was death. No part of me was soft and every part of her was. So I kept on gently, touching everywhere she was most sensitive. I pressed my fingers back in her pussy and felt those enticing silky walls clench around me, begging for my cock.

I gripped my erection harder, dragging my hand up the great length of myself, the ladder of barbells rubbing as I went. I ate her feverishly, groaning into her as my finger pressed in and out. Eventually, my gentle attention brought her to release, despite her incessant demand for hardness. She moaned and whined, her heels digging into my shoulders. I pressed a third finger inside her and spread them out, testing her ability to stretch open because maybe…maybe…