With the epic battle with Usha behind her, Charlotte has finally secured the title of Queen. But amid celebrations and rapturous loving between her fairy and wolf suitors, Charlotte can't shake the guilt of leaving her family behind.
She's granted one last visit with them, and must make the ultimate choice. Should she stay and be a loyal daughter, or live out her days being loved and lavished by her two paramours?
Read on for a small taste of what's inside:
Charlotte gasped, and she felt the jewels against her neck grow warm. Her pleasure intensified and spread out from her throat, until her body was wrapped in the most sensual feeling she had never known.
“Charlotte!” Elden groaned, moving even faster. “How is that you feel even more amazing?”
Charlotte couldn’t speak and instead exploded around Elden, falling to the ground as her knees buckled from pleasure. Elden cried out in surprise and dropped to the floor, pushing Charlotte onto all fours so he could continue driving into her.
Charlotte’s insides clenched around Elden’s tip, milking it, and pulling and tugging at him, until he came hard, yelling out her name. Gripping her hips, Elden thrust as deep within her as he possibly could, before filling Charlotte with hot cum. Each pulse and twitch filled Charlotte with thick gushes of semen, and her thighs trembled from the physical exertion of it all.
“Move over,” a gruff voice said, and Charlotte looked up in surprise to see Silas standing in the doorway. Elden groaned and pulled out of Charlotte once he had emptied himself.
“Do you want more?” Silas growled kneeling beside Charlotte. Unable to speak, Charlotte only nodded, and Silas picked up her limp, naked body and carried her into the bedroom.
Elden disappeared and Charlotte found herself on Elden’s bed, entangled with Silas as he pushed his rough lips to her mouth. The kiss was hard and frantic and Charlotte could taste how much Silas craved her.
Her satiated feeling vanished and she crawled onto her knees, embracing Silas as she felt his warm arms run along her legs and then tangle in her hair.
“Yes,” she moaned as Silas tightened his grip and pulled her head back. He ran his tongue along her throat, stopping to inhale her scent.
“You smell so good.” His voice was gruff with his arousal.
“What do I smell like?” she murmured.
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Published January 25, 2013
by Red Garnet Media LLC.
Erotica, Literature & Fiction.