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more painful. Cilia leaned down until her lips hovered over the head of his erection. Her warm breath fanned his engorged flesh.
    Then her lips closed over his cock and engulfed him. His hips twisted and tried to force more of his eager flesh into her mouth. Cilia groaned and lowered her lips almost to his base before she timidly suckled the heavily veined shaft and started a slow slide back to his tip.
    Her tongue darted out to lick over the slit of his crown. When she pressed into the narrow opening, his hips bowed off the bed. He had to force himself to still, and even then, his hips began a slow pumping motion to show her how he wanted to be taken. She took the lead and quickened her lips while increasing the suction until he thought she would swallow him whole.
    She reached down, held his sac in her palm, and rubbed the tender pouch. He was almost ready; his blood strummed in his veins. Then Cilia’s fingers tightened on his balls and squeezed with gentle pressure. Her mouth stopped just at the head of his cock as his orgasm swept through him. He swore he saw colors as the pleasure rippled through him in waves; the drug heightened his release to the point of pain. After a moment, he realized that Cilia still nursed his softening erection as the heated pulses erupted from the tip.
    He reached down to tangle his hands in her hair and lift her face to him. He hoped his love and appreciation for her kindness showed in his expression, because he was without words for what she had done.
    She freed her mouth with a soft pop and licked her reddened lips before crawling up the bed. She lay on her side and stroked his chest through his t-shirt. She snuggled close as sleep claimed her. Fiach held his mate and listened to the soft intake of air as it whispered over her parted lips.
    The reprieve that Cilia had granted him wouldn’t last long. It would take days for the drug to pass through his system, and until then, he would be struggling for control of his arousal. Jarlath was counting on him to succumb to the raging need building inside of his body. Thanks to his dealings with Arvel, Fiach had some control over his urges, but eventually the rising need would have to be sated.

Chapter Three
    For the second time in two days, Fiach woke swearing. A sharp point dug into his side. His eyes opened, and he looked down to find Cilia curled into his chest. His heart softened, as other parts hardened, at the sight of her sleep-flushed face. His swollen cock was a crude reminder of the Fairy Dust that he had inhaled the night before. Reassured that his mate was secure, he twisted to address the pain in his side.
    A sphere of incandescence hovered only inches above his side; the tiny ball of light flickered to and fro while pressing the tip of a crystal dagger into his flesh. He held his hands up in surrender and twisted onto his back.
    The luminescent orb stabbed him hard in the side and drew the knife through the flow of blood. The radiance faded and revealed a tiny person who promptly brought the blade to her lips and licked the red liquid. Her wings fluttered appreciatively.
    “It is you,” Arabella chirped.
    Fiach rolled his eyes. “You had to stab me to figure that out?”
    The tiny fairy shoulders rose and dipped. “Your aura has changed. You no longer seem yourself.” Then she flittered over him and landed on his stomach; her tiny feet tickled the skin. She held her dagger out and pointed it towards Cilia. “Can I poke it?”
    she asked, clearly glorying in the sharp blade, which he knew to be a recent gift from his mother.
    “No, Bella, you most certainly cannot poke it. That is Cilia. She is my mate.” The tiny fae still looked confused, so he clarified with a word he knew she would understand.
    “She is my D’Ame .”
    “Your D’Ame ?” Bella squeaked.
    Fiach nodded. “Yes.”
    Bella’s eyes glittered. “Your mother does not know! You are not bound by the way of our people.”
    “Not yet. I wanted to give Cilia