Free Bloodline by Barbara Elsborg

then Micah and his sister had arrived with the Kewen and talk of a bill of sale. And now there was the issue of the fucking tattoo. Fuck, fuck, fuck.
    “Oberon!” Maryse wailed.
    He tried to concentrate on making himself come. Rage helped. The burning in his gut increased in intensity, and tension coiled in the back of his skull. Maryse screamed and dragged him over the edge. He pumped his seed into her, willing the bitch to get pregnant.
    As he slumped beside her, she curled into his arms and gave him a nervous smile. He wished he could trust her, but he couldn’t. Her father was king of East Land. He wouldn’t tolerate a half-blood for a son-in-law. Their marriage would be annulled, but once he was crowned, that couldn’t happen.
    Oberon didn’t feel able to trust anyone. He only trusted Cavan because he had to. His gaze shifted to the wolf who lay with her head on her paws, staring at him. She wagged her tail. Once. Stupid mutt.
    * * * *
    Inigo stared at the blood-covered finger Micah held out, and a hiss escaped. He slammed his hand over his mouth.
    “Sorry,” he muttered through his fingers.
    Micah smiled and kept his arm extended.
    Inigo let his hand drop. “Really?”
    It was unlike him to be considerate and give someone a chance to change their mind. He didn’t know what had come over him. He looked into Micah’s handsome face with those exquisite eyes and gulped. Maybe I do.
    He knelt by the bed and took hold of Micah’s arm. Lowering his head, he licked up from the heel of the faerie’s palm and along the finger, dragging his teeth over the nail before he let it out of his mouth.
    Oh hell. That is so good.
    This is such a mistake. Stop right now.
    I can’t.
    One lick could never be enough. It was like giving a woman a huge box of chocolates and expecting her to close the lid after she’d eaten just one, or expecting someone to switch off the porn channel when the participants were just getting to the good part. He sucked the blood from Micah’s fingers, one after another, as they stared into each other’s eyes.
    “You taste…delicious. Sorry if that grosses you out. But you do.”
    As Inigo began to lap his way up Micah’s arm, he noticed the cuts on the hand he’d licked were gone.
    “Did you do that, or did I?” he whispered. “Maybe it was both of us.”
    Micah tasted both delightful and frustrating. Impossible not to desire more. He wanted to press his face against Micah’s thigh and suck straight from his femoral artery, sink his fangs into his neck and feed on his jugular. Suck and suck and suck until he was floating in ecstasy.
    None of which he should do. Obviously.
    The faerie was too weak physically, and Inigo was too weak mentally to be sure he could stop. That had never been an issue until now, but he’d never tasted a faerie before, apart from that one sip of Cavan. Micah was almost irresistible, but for once in his selfish life he thought more of someone else than himself and made a promise not to feed from the faerie. Yet . Instead, he scuttled to the bottom of the bed and began to lick him from the feet up.
    Which gave him another sort of problem.
    His cock was already trying to find a way through his zipper. Now it redoubled its efforts to the point that it hurt. The need to fuck rampaged alongside the need to feed. Technically, he could manage without either. It wasn’t long ago he’d fed from his Grindr guy. He shouldn’t need blood again so soon. But then he’d never been in Faerieland before. Time was different here.
    He kept his eyes shut as he licked, but it made no difference. He went as high as he dared on each leg, stopping before his tongue swiped Micah’s balls, and then concentrated on the faerie’s arms. He’d never licked anyone like this before, couldn’t remember being this turned on before. As he slid his tongue along the ridge of Micah’s collarbone, fingers threaded his hair. Inigo opened his eyes.
    Huge mistake.
    One look at Micah’s long, thick