Found by Frost: Wings, Wands and Soul Bonds Book 1

by Bolryder, Terry

  “We’ll talk later,” Brett says, shaking his head at him. “Right now, I just want to go home.” He smiles down at me. “With my soul bond.”

  “I guess that can be arranged,” Flynn says, pinning us with a dazzling grin.

  Ian comes over as well, still looking disappointed by missing a fight.

  As Tanner calls someone named Chadwick for a pickup, Brett smiles at me, and I smile back.

  Finally, I know everything will be okay.

  28

  Avery

  Chadwick and the others went to someone called the oracle to make a report, while Brett and I were allowed to go home and clean up.

  In fact, after Chadwick took one look at Brett and saw what he’d been through, he insisted we use his mansion to relax.

  He said that he and Trevor, whoever that is, would stay with some friends, giving us privacy.

  Brett and I are sitting in one of the large guest bedrooms, and I think it might be the nicest place I’ve ever been.

  Rich velvet drapes, old-world furnishings in amazing condition. Everything around me looks expensive.

  I have to admit sitting on the bed with only a towel around his waist, having insisted on showering to wipe away any trace of that princess, Brett looks at home in a place like this.

  Tall, regal, handsome.

  “Right now, you look like a prince,” I say, leaning against the doorway.

  I showered with him, but I hate towels and quickly changed into loose lounge clothes.

  It doesn’t really matter since I know Brett is about to take them off.

  He smiles up at me. “And to me, you’ve always been a princess.”

  I walk forward, straddling him on the bed, loving his smile as he puts his arms around me.

  God, I’m glad I was able to save him.

  Like he has always saved me.

  “My hero,” he says, his tone teasing as he runs his hand through my still-damp hair.

  “Damn right,” I say. “Did I change your opinion on fire fae?”

  He just laughs, the sound so wonderful I can’t breathe for a second. Despite what he has been through, he doesn’t seem at all traumatized. “The second I saw you in true form.” His eyes grow heated. “I can’t wait to see you again. Alone this time.”

  I stand up because I’m already hungry to be with him.

  I pull my shirt over my head and toss it aside as I feel my wings start to rise from my back, warm and magical.

  My hair stays the same. I suppose Brett’s hair truly is that length, and the suppressor only makes it appear otherwise.

  My ears elongate, and I can feel my height increase and my features change slightly.

  But even as I stand there in front of him, enjoying his look of pure love, I still feel like myself.

  Just a slightly different version. One I hold back from the world.

  He grins, putting up a hand to try to hide it as usual.

  “What?” I ask, folding my arms to glare at him. “Why are you smirking?”

  “It’s just that the others saw your wings, but they didn’t see your true form after all.” His eyes hungrily trace over all of me, memorizing every part. “I’m glad I’m the first one to see you like this.”

  I snort. “So possessive. And I thought you were Mr. Perfect.”

  He stands, hunger burning in his icy irises. “Oh, I never claimed to be perfect.” He pulls me in against him, then reaches to unhook my bra, letting it fall away.

  I reach out for his towel, flicking a tiny flame onto it, which, when he notices, makes him kick it off.

  By the time it hits the ground, the fire is out.

  But I’m too busy looking at my soul bond, the man I love, the fae I love, beautiful and totally naked.

  Except for a couple things.

  My eyes move to his suppressors as I carefully step out of my pants. I can feel my wings behind me, but they don’t interfere at all.

  More pertinent is my bond with him, swirling with his to form purple where they cross together.

  Surrounding us and flowing around us and through us. Seen but not with eyes. Felt but not with my usual senses.

  I look into his eyes as he slowly pulls down my underwear, helping me step out of it.

  Then I step into his arms and, with one hand, brush his suppressors gently off his arm.

  His eyes widen, but I simply smile at him.

  “You didn’t think I was going to let you see my true form without wanting to see yours, did you?”

  His eyes soften. “You saw it the other night.”

  “I want to see you with nothing holding you back from me. I want to bond with you again, like this.”

  He grins. “You know this is pretty kinky, even for fairies. Doing it with our wings out.”

  “Is there another way?” I ask, looking up and back at mine.

  He slowly focuses, and the wings draw in, disappearing but leaving him in warrior form otherwise, long hair spilling over his shoulders, gorgeous eyes extra vivid and blue.

  His lips press into a line as he waits to see if I can do the same.

  As I focus on not needing my magic, on only needing to be with him, I can feel my wings draw back into my back.

  I’m still in my true form, but it’s much easier to be with him now.

  I give him a grin, pushing him gently back toward the bed, but before he can fall back onto it, he grabs me by the waist and spins me onto it so I land beneath him.

  As he helps me move back on the bed, all I can see is him. That perfectly muscled chest, that handsome face, those eyes that twinkle when they meet mine.

  And though his wings aren’t out, I can feel our bond everywhere, swirling like a whirlwind, a warm one that keeps the entire world outside.

  He leans over me, putting a hand on either side of my head. “It’s so good to finally be with you, holding nothing back.”

  “Yes.” I gasp as he leans down and kisses the base of my neck, sucking gently.

  My hands twist into the covers because it feels amazing, and he continues to kiss and lick as one of his hands moves over my breast lightly, grazing the nipple at first, teasing me, then coming down to gently squeeze.

  I arch against his hands, and his mouth moves to cover mine, stifling my moans.

  His hand moves to my sex, and he smoothly moves down along my slit, dipping his finger in to test the wetness, letting out a little growl at what he finds. Then he draws it back up my sensitive folds and gently circles until he presses down on my clitoris, which is already aching and pushing up against his fingers.

  “So beautiful, Avery,” he says, kissing down my neck again. “I just want to hold you for the rest of my life.”

  I gasp as he takes my earlobe in his lips, teasing it softly, flicking it back and forth with his tongue.

  He’s still moving lightly over my clit, teasing me, pulling me tighter than a bowstring, my entire body humming in time to everything he does.

  How can he be so gentle and torture me so completely?

  He moves his finger over my clit, searing it with heat before moving off of it and then back on, his eyes flickering as he watches me buck and moan beneath him.

  Then he smiles as he moves down, grabbing my legs and easily lifting them over his shoulders.

  His grin is wicked as his tongue flicks out against my wetness, and I jerk as my release takes hold.

  I arch up, my legs trapped against him, my arms thrown back against the covers as pleasure rushes through my core, making my entire body sensitive.

  His tongue flicks out again, hitting me right at my clit as I’m still feeling the clench of my orgasm.

  It starts the tension building again, though my body is still screaming with sensation.

  As I look up at his utterly calm eyes, I see blue fire deep at the center of them.

  He kisses down on me, gently sucking, running one hand down my leg to stroke up to my sensitive skin as he continues to French kiss my clit.

  Then he lightly
grazes his teeth, just the bottom edge of them, over me, and it’s too much pressure to take.

  I’ve never been touched there so directly, and I nearly scream as I arch off the bed at the powerful sensation that floods through me, feeling like it’s ripping me to pieces.

  He lowers my legs and spreads them, looking at me for approval as he trails one hand toward my entrance.

  I nod yes quickly, and his fingers gently push inside me, one, then two.

  He closes his eyes and clenches his jaw as he slowly begins moving, and I gasp out a sob as the tension and pleasure begin to build all over again.

  I feel like I can barely breathe. He allows so little time between orgasms.

  But I wouldn’t have it any other way.

  He lowers his head, and his hair brushes over me, tickling my skin in delicious ways as he begins to kiss my clit, still working his fingers in and out of me.

  “Avery,” he breathes against my clit, making me shiver. Then he pushes three fingers in, stretching me with delicious pressure, making me ache to have him inside.

  The haze in the room is so distinctly us, and I can feel our bond glowing brighter, rising higher, and it only makes everything more intense.

  I arch back as his fingers hook up, rubbing a sensitive place inside me, adding an odd sensation to the others I’m feeling.

  Trembling in my core. Heat around my clit. Hunger deep inside me.

  Love in my heart.

  “Avery, you’re so damn beautiful,” he says, kissing down on my clit again as his hands move harder, in and out, making me bite back a sob of pure pleasure at all the sensations that are building. “God, I could do this the rest of my life.” He flicks out his tongue again, then grins as I moan. “And I plan to.”

  I just twist my hands into the sheets, holding on for dear life, trying to handle all of the pleasure.

  I’m getting closer, from the external and internal pressure and from the bond that surrounds my soul and from the way I just want to be with him forever.

  “Come for me one more time, and then I’ll be inside you.”

  Just the thought of him taking me, his hard, warm length filling me up deliciously, makes me finally go over the edge, screaming his name in both anticipation and relief.

  * * *

  Brett (Boreas)

  Avery.

  So beautiful. So kind and warm and strong.

  It feels like we can get through anything together, and I just love the way she comes apart in my arms.

  I love her laughter, her smile, and the way her whole body trembles when she’s trying to resist orgasm.

  I love how much stronger it is after she resists. How much she trusts me when I take her in my arms.

  Right now, she’s coming, screaming my name, not even realizing her wings keep flickering, her ability to hold back not entirely developed yet.

  One day, she’ll understand. Until then, I get to enjoy making love to my warrior princess.

  I’m so glad no one could take this moment from us. That we fought to get to where we are.

  That we’ll be able to protect each other forever, our bond only growing stronger.

  Her entire body is glowing, smooth, beautiful, and she’s wet, so wet, still pulsing against my hand.

  Her beautiful face is lost to pleasure, and I love how much she shows her emotions, at least in these moments. Her shy looks, her hungry glances, and her tender stares of pure love.

  As I position myself at her entrance, teasing her with a little swirl, she lets out a mewl and pushes against me, as desperate to join with me as I am with her.

  It hasn’t been hard to hold on until this moment. Though I’m more painfully aroused than I’ve ever been in my life, I could never rush this moment.

  Right after seeing Avery in her true form, knowing she trusts me, knowing we are truly together forever.

  Now I want to give her orgasms until she passes out.

  But I’ll stop here for now because I know what she wants from me.

  What I want so bad I can taste it as I slowly begin to inch inside, spreading her legs wider as I go in.

  My hands are propped by her head, and she flushes as she looks up at me, biting her lip and rolling her eyes back with a sigh as I slowly push all the way inside.

  She clenches around me, moaning, and I give her a second to adjust. It’s such a tight fit between us that I totally lose track of being separate from her.

  Our bodies fit so perfectly, and our bond is growing so strong so rapidly that I can’t tell where she ends and I begin.

  And I love it that way.

  I truly see sex as a coming together. A way to love someone ravenously or gently but always to show them your feelings.

  A way to demonstrate who you are.

  And right now, I want to show her how much I love the way we feel together.

  I move slightly out, watching her eyes fly open and then close in languid pleasure as I slowly move back in. Then I swirl slightly, moving up against her G-spot, hooking gently as I pull down, focusing only on her as I use my head to tease her.

  I watch her like I’ll die if I don’t, every little move or thrash, every moan and mewl, as I stroke the way she likes it, shallow, upward, not coming all the way out.

  I’m so thick, so hard that she’s sensitive to every movement, and I love watching her hands twist in the covers from her being so overwhelmed.

  But then I gently move them up to rest on my back and feel her nails lightly dig in.

  “Oh, sorry,” she says, gasping in little pants as she tries to loosen her grip.

  I let out a small growl. “Keep doing that,” I say. “Let me know how you’re feeling. What you like.”

  “Oh, you’ll feel it. I’m a lot of things, but subtle isn’t one of them.”

  I chuckle because it’s true and because I love that I can see her every emotion.

  I increase my pace slightly, and she gasps, letting her head fall back before she jerks it forward to lock eyes with me. Her nails dig into my back.

  “So amazing,” she says. “So incredible.” She’s moving with me, thrusting her hips, her whole body tight with tension.

  My entire body is taut too, every muscle flexed, holding back as I watch her build to another climax.

  “Brett… Oh, Brett,” she cries out, writhing and digging her nails in, marking my soul with her pleasure in a way I will never forget.

  In a way I will seek until I’m no longer breathing.

  The bond in me more intense than I’ve ever felt it, so possessive, so in love with her, so aware that she’s part of my very soul.

  “Avery,” I breathe out, sheathing myself deep in her as she moans and goes rigid in my arms.

  She arches harder, her feet scrabbling at the covers, her eyes rolling back, her nails digging in…

  And then she comes, and the wonderful, tight, strong clenching makes it too hard to hold on any longer.

  I watch her orgasm as long as I can as the most intense feeling I’ve ever felt rips through me.

  I feel like I could pass out as my cock jerks inside her, tension rolling through my body as every feeling I have is wrung out of me.

  “Avery, I love you,” I say roughly, closing my eyes as a powerful wave hits me, making it hard to think.

  All I can do is feel her, hear her gasping with pleasure, bucking against me, clenching with little ripples around me as I ride out the rest of my release.

  When it’s over and we’re both panting, I slump forward over her, letting my bigger body cover hers and the mattress take most of my weight.

  I feel one of her hands leave my back and move to my cheek, cupping it. My eyes open to see her warm brown ones glowing up at me.

  A slight smile curves her face, which is flushed from exhaustion and pleasure.

  It’s the most beautiful sight in the world, and for a moment, all I can do is enjoy it.

  “I love you,” she says, looking me in the eyes. “I love you so much I almost can’t stan
d it. It’s so strong.”

  I laugh as I fall against her again, and her arms wrap around me, holding me close as if she never wants to let me go.

  “I guess it’s good you’re a fae princess, then, because we haven’t even begun,” I say, loving the way she jerks when my breath tickles her ear.

  Already, her body is waking up again, and mine is coming to life as well.

  I pull out of her gently because, princess or not, she’ll need a break to recover.

  But as I pull her into my arms, enjoying her giggle as she curls into me, I’m already looking forward to the amazing things we can do. Everything awaiting us.

  “Brett, you are so overwhelming,” she says, squirming slightly against my chest.

  I laugh, kissing the top of her head, then trailing one finger down her neck, leaving a trail of icy air behind it. “You haven’t even seen what I can do with my frost.”

  Her eyes widen, and then she’s on top of me, clearly ready for another round.

  Damn, I love my fire princess.

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