Marie Harte - Gale Season

Oh, that was nice . She mentally patted herself on the back. Damned if she hadn’t sounded exactly like the queen. Much as she loathed her aunt, Queen Lidra had her uses.

“I think there’s been a misunderstanding here,” Aerolus said quietly, his face ominously devoid of any expression. Even his body language was too still, and that spoke volumes.

Feeling a stirring of unease, Alandra took a small step away from him, disguising her subtle retreat by turning her back on Aerolus as if to study the mess on her walls and floor.

A costly mistake.

Before she could take a second step, hard arms wrapped around her and whisked her back to Seattle, not into Trudy’s house, but into Storm Lord central next door.

The little witch .

Standing squarely in the middle of his bedroom in Seattle, Aerolus stared at her, aware he’d never before felt so charged about anything. When his father passed into the Light, he’d been sad but steady, a rock for his mother to lean on. When the Netharat had invaded his homeworld, he’d felt anger, but beyond that, a calm that kept him focused on what to do.

Now, however, he seethed with resentment, frustration, and unrequited lust. The conniving, scheming Aellei glaring at him made him feel like half a man. And no one, no one talked to Prince Aerolus Storm like that without dire consequences.

He said nothing, merely stared at Alandra until she blushed angrily and thrust her chin out, as if daring him to take a swing. But underneath her bluster, he sensed arousal and a wind of nerves. Her nipples poked through her silken dress. The pale skin of her belly shone like a beacon, arresting his attention and making her decidedly skittish.

He took a step closer, and she backed up. Grimly smiling at her unease, he brought her to him on wings of air, alarming her at the ease with which he controlled her petite frame.

“Let me go,” she growled and pushed at his constraints, at the bands of wind holding her hands to her sides, her legs apart and still before him.

“Not yet, princess,” he murmured, intrigued when she stared at him in shock. Seeing his interest, she swallowed loudly and assumed a pose of casual concern.

So, his affai had royal blood. Wonderful. They now had something in common besides lust.

His cock pressed harder against his jeans, begging for a chance to feel her slick heat around him. Eyeing her sumptuous breasts, he licked his lips, hungry to enjoy what rightfully belonged to him. Just thinking about what he wanted to do to her made him ache.

“You see, I’m suddenly curious about what you can do, purie .”

Her eyes narrowed, and he grinned, making her blink in surprise. He didn’t care. He had no intention of keeping his emotions in check around her. With her, he intended to behave as savagely, as passionately as any Storm Lord warrior with his bride.

“Aerolus?” she asked, hesitantly. He rubbed at the fly of his jeans, immensely aware of how much he needed her right now. Her eyes burned with desire as she noted the heavy bulge between his legs, but she said nothing more than his name.

“It seems to me that if you can assume any shape you want to,” he paused and looked at the curtained window of his bedroom facing Trudy Warner’s house. “And if you couldn’t simply pop in to see me without my direct assistance,” he referred to the protective spell around the house, “then maybe before, when I was jerking off in here thinking about you, I was pleasing not only myself, but you as well.”

She stared open-mouthed, the rosy tint on her cheeks answer enough.

Needing her more than breath, he reached for the snap of his jeans, extremely satisfied when her gaze followed the motion with more than interest. Her breath sped as he unsnapped and lowered the zipper of his pants.

“This is what you do to me, purie ,” he murmured and withdrew his cock, grabbing tight and drawing the flesh up and down, imagining her doing this for him. “And I can see I do something to you as well.”

She licked her lips and tried to look away, but her gaze came back to him again and again as he thrust into his palm.

“Wouldn’t you rather I came in you, instead of for you?”

“Dammit, you can’t control me with sex!”

And yet she was breathing hard, her body tense with desire, her eyes glowing with lust. Pleased beyond measure, he increased the pressure on his cock and stood so close his cock brushed the white skin of her belly exposed by her burned dress.

She gasped and closed her eyes, trying to push her legs together. But he wouldn’t let her.

“If I touched you right now,” he gritted, his orgasm rising dangerously close, “you’d be wet, wouldn’t you? Wet and hot for me. You want this, don’t you, love? Tell me how much you want this.” He dragged his cock against her skin, groaning at her exquisite shudder of need.

“Alandra?”

“Yes, yes, alright! I want you so bad I can taste it. Is that what you wanted to hear?” She tossed her hair angrily out of her face, his arousal causing the air around them to stir. “Aerolus, I want you. I admit it. Whatever you want, I’ll do.” She stared at him in challenge, her dare arousing him further. “Tell me what you really want. Your darkest, deepest fantasy.” She closed her eyes and leant towards him, her breasts pushing through the silk, twin globes of femininity stoking his arousal.

“On your knees,” he growled.

She opened her eyes, a sultry smile curving her lips. “I don’t know…”

“I want you supplicant, before me, on your knees,” he demanded, shocking himself with how much he wanted this. Something about Alandra brought out the dominant in him, a dominant he never knew he’d had. “I want you to make me come, in your mouth.”

“Oh,” she breathed. “I—” She stared at his cock, no doubt surprised at his size and the precum glistening at his tip. “Yes,” she whispered, sounding not ashamed, but excited.

He eased her to her knees before him and let the winds fall away into the room. “Did you like watching me through the window, Trudy ?” He held his cock to her, desperate to feel her hands on him. He remained still, however, waiting for her answer.

“I did,” she admitted without pause. “I wanted so badly to be with you. You’re so beautiful,” she whispered and reached out a hand to touch him.

“Do it.” He gritted his teeth as she closed a small fist around him. “More.” She brought both hands around him, pumping him while she watched. “No, purie ,” he said, stopping her hands. He reached into the silky, white mass of hair framing her perfect face and pulled her to him. “Suck me, hard. Now.” He uttered his demands in a harsh voice, but he wanted it his way. With Alandra he intuitively knew he would have to assume sexual control for them to meet even halfway in their relationship. A mental show of force with his affai would go a long way to showing he wouldn’t be pushed.

She protested half-heartedly. He could see the gleam in her eyes. She loved this game.

“Now,” he grated and shoved past her parting lips.

She consumed him as if he were a feast. Once he’d touched her lips, Alandra eagerly welcomed him. His hands knotted in her hair, thrusting boldly as she accepted him deeper and deeper into her throat.

“Ah, yes,” he sighed, captivated by her skilled tongue and heated mouth. He was so close to coming, too soon, yet he didn’t want to wait. Didn’t have to wait. She cupped his balls and sucked harder, running her tongue along the sensitive underside of his crown, and the decision was taken out of his hands. He shot, unable to stop the stream of cum filling her mouth.