There was no point in trying to be quiet as I walked to stand beside the tree in front of Calix. Between his Fae senses and the mate bond, he'd likely known I was there before I ever put eyes on him, and since he hadn't stopped, I took it as an open invitation to continue watching.

Calix raised his head as I approached, his eyes landing on mine for a second before drifting lower and locking onto my chest. Without looking down, I knew what held his attention. My nipples strained against the thin material of my tunic, broadcasting exactly how turned on I was at the sight of him jacking off.

And because I had no intention of playing fair, I loosened the laces binding the middle of the tunic together. It wasn't enough to fully reveal my breasts, but it was enough to earn a lusty growl from Calix. His hand moved faster.

Twisting and pinching my nipples, I memorized every inch of his cock. Dear god it was perfect. Thick, long, and ever so slightly curved upward. So many memories of our single night together were cloaked in a haze of agony, and he had been so reluctant to let me touch him. I wouldn't waste another opportunity.

"What are you imagining?" I asked when too many minutes had passed in near silence. My pussy ached with envy as he thrust into his hand. How long could he go without coming? "Tell me."

Calix clenched his jaw and closed his eyes. "Luna—"

Moving until I was close enough to touch him, I sank to my knees. His eyes flew open, and his hand slowed. His chest rose and fell as he waited for me to make a move.

"Don't stop." I urged him, tugging my tunic down until it bunched around my waist. Frigid air washed over the exposed skin, but it felt good against the feverish flush that covered every inch of me.

He started stroking himself again, this time slower, and I bit down on my bottom lip to resist the urge to take him in my mouth. It wasn't enough. The need to taste him was overwhelming—as powerful as the lust the Druil blossom had created, only this time there was no pain. Only the pleasure of anticipation.

Suddenly, I understood what Calix meant about losing control if we made love. If I put him in my mouth, this night would end with him inside me, and while I wanted him to make this thing between us official, I understood the reasons why it was a bad idea right now. Not to mention, call me a romantic, but part of me wanted that moment to be something special. Or at least happen in a bed.

Still, I needed to touch him. Gripping my breasts, I pressed them together, looked up at him, and demanded, "Spit."

Without question, he obeyed, and his warm saliva landed perfectly on my cleavage. The thrill of being in charge this time raced through me as I worked the moisture between my breasts. I looked forward to the time when he would dominate me, but right now, the feral need in his eyes told me he would do whatever I asked. And that alone almost undid me.

"Fuck my breasts."

Calix grabbed me by my hair as he lined his cock up with the base of my breasts, and on his first thrust, I made sure my hands didn't touch him. Instead, I focused on ensuring a tight fit, and I was rewarded by a muttered oath and a tighter grip on my hair.

When his rhythm faltered, becoming more erratic, I shifted my hands to the center of my breasts and bridged my fingers between the cleavage. On his next thrust, I felt every ridge of him as he came and retreated, and it was that touch that pushed him over the edge.

Hot cum splattered over my collarbone and my chin. A small fleck landed on my lip, and I flicked my tongue over it like a starved woman presented with her first meal in days. The salty tang drew a moan from my lips. A moan that turned into a shriek when Calix pulled me to my feet and pushed me face first against the tree.

"Bend over and grab the tree." I didn't hesitate. He yanked down my trousers and spread my legs. "Don't take your fucking hands off the tree. Do you understand me?"

"Yes," I said, the word barely out of my mouth before his tongue drove into my pussy. "Calix!"

He was relentless, and the task I thought was going to be easy was not at all. Bark broke off under my fingers as I struggled to maintain my grip. Thighs trembling, my legs threatened to buckle as his tongue circled my clit twice before he pushed it back into my center.

I'd been so turned on for so long watching him that everything was overly sensitive, and every touch made me want to push into him and escape in equal parts.

"You taste so good, little moon," he said, pulling back and kneading my ass cheeks with his hands. "And you're so wet for me. My face is drenched."

"Calix, please."

My voice came out raspy and cracked, and I no longer cared about romance or timing. The only thing I cared about was coming. Preferably on his cock.

A long finger slid inside me and was quickly joined by a second one. It still wasn't enough, and I whimpered in frustration. He chuckled, his warm breath washing over my skin just before he scraped his teeth over my ass. I jerked in surprise, and he slid two more fingers inside of me.

"Holy shit," I gasped, not in pain but in sheer awe. He curled his fingers closer together, and when his thumb joined the rest, I moaned into the trunk. This was almost as good as his cock being inside of me.

"Do you trust me?" Calix asked as he plunged in and out of me, nearly at his wrist each time.

"Y-y-yes," I stammered, eyes crossing as he rotated his hand a bit and changed where his knuckles were putting pressure.

"Then hold on, little moon."

Calix snaked his other hand around to my front. As another finger slid between my swollen pussy lips, panic raced through me at the thought of having another one inside of me, but I fought against it, reminding myself I trusted him. He rewarded me with a gentle caress over my clit, and before I could ask for more, electricity rippled over his skin. Just enough to feel like an intense vibration. And just the right amount to send me careening into oblivion.

Through some miracle I held onto the tree, and Calix didn't stop fisting me until the last tremor faded from my pussy. Flipping me around, he pulled my pants back up and retied the laces on my tunic. I waited for him to kiss me, and for a moment, I was sure he would. But the light in his eyes dimmed, and he stepped back.

"Let's get some sleep. We have a lot to figure out tomorrow."