So many things I don’t understand.
But this very real, very human force between us? I understand this least.
He straddles me, powerful thighs bulging with muscles teasing my legs where they meet. He reaches behind my back, my bra coming undone instantly with the touch of his fingers, and he takes both my breasts in his hands, kneading and squeezing. Electric jolts of pleasure fill my insides, getting stronger as he presses his thumbs into the center and stimulates my nipples.
Then he’s lowering a hand between us, palm smoothing over my belly as his finger reaches the edge of my panties. I give him a desperate look, wanting to see more of him, and he grins at me while, with a single blink, his robe slides off his shoulders and falls onto the ground behind him, leaving him just in black underwear that does little to hide the thick bulge I’ve been wondering about getting my hands on for weeks.
His gorgeous maroon hair is draped over one shoulder, his face tense and focused as his hand slips beneath my underwear and cups my sex. I almost come right there as his fingertip meets my clit, but he’s in no hurry to rush me to the edge, taking his time as he tenderly spreads my folds and strokes over me again and again.
My hands grasp the earth at my sides, finding nothing to hold on to but cool air and smooth moss. So instead, I bite down on one knuckle, trying to hold off the surge of arousal and emotion in me as he slides up my center with such precision it’s like he knows me better than I know myself.
In less than a minute, I’m coming apart, gasping his name, my hips squirming against his immovable body, which only makes me come harder as I look up at his perfect male form. Taut, symmetrical eight-pack abs. Squared, bulging pecs. Long, muscled arms that I can see every tiny muscle move in as his fingers go to work on me again. Broad shoulders and trim hips.
And that wicked, sexy smile he seems to reserve only for me.
For moments like this.
He pauses a moment to slide my underwear off, leaving me completely bared and flushing from head to toe as he comes over me again, but uses two hands to pleasure me—one on my clit and the other squeezing my breast. He alternates back and forth across my chest while his middle finger does little circles around my center that’s driving me crazy as it pushes me right to the edge but not past it, showing me just how much control he has, how much restraint.
“Our first time was rushed. Wonderful and short.” He pauses in stimulating my clit, leaving me hanging at the precipice of release. “This time there will be nothing but pleasure to remember.”
My eyes go wider, staring down at him as he spreads my legs and puts them up around his shoulders while he kneels above me. My pussy is right at his mouth, hips tilted up toward him as everything in me is poised, pausing for more of him, desperate until I can finally have him.
Then his mouth closes over my clit, and I come immediately.
My whole body arches as I look up at the forest and my vision blurs, confusing the pale glow of the flowers above with stars. Molten pleasure, pure and clarifying, seeps through my veins as I come against him, and Jerrek just waits, letting every last aftershock finish clenching my insides before he starts again.
For minutes, maybe hours, he overwhelms me. Gives me more than I dreamed of receiving. He sucks me dry, makes pleasure explode inside me, leaves me breathless, then does it all over again.
After who knows how many times, he’s still pushing me toward one more release, his mouth on my clit, three fingers deep inside me thrusting in time with the pulse of my body, free hand squeezing my ass and pushing my clit into his mouth as it sucks on me relentlessly. My hands are tangled in my hair, body on fire both from within and without as I try to hold out a little longer.
Wine-colored eyes watch me possessively, and I try to focus on the ethereal shade of his irises when I come again immediately.
Wrong place to look if trying to hold off an orgasm, I suppose.
I’m writhing against him, soaking his face with my arousal, screaming so loud everyone in the forest can probably hear.
But even as the sound echoes around us, it seems to disappear in the trees just beyond, the silent trees swallowing the noise, giving me the sense of complete aloneness.
Alone with Jerrek.
A girl could get used to this…
He sets me down on the ground as the last bits of release shock me, and I’m so pleasured only one thing could have me still hungry for more.
Having him inside me.
Jerrek doesn’t even have to watch my gaze settling between his hips, and he stands to pull his underwear off, finally giving me the perfect view of his long, shapely cock.
My mouth, which was dry a second ago from all the heavy breathing, instantly waters.
He kneels onto the soft ground, widening my legs and positioning himself at my entrance while he lifts a hand to entwine with my unruly hair, cupping the back of my head.
“Sandra.” He says my name so softly it’s like an oath, in spite of the fact that his face is still wet from cheek to cheek. He licks whatever is left on his lips, then kisses me hard, the taste of my own arousal somehow erotic as he slowly begins to drive into me.
The fit is tight as my body tenses to accommodate him. He makes even my largest toys seem small by comparison, hard and velvety and thick all at the same time.
I moan loudly against his mouth just as his tip slides over my G-spot, arousal already starting to make my nerves beg for more as he seats himself all the way within me.
For a moment, I just close my eyes to all the sensations, letting myself relax as the remaining tension turns into unfathomable want.
And then when he moves…
Heaven on earth.
“Yes, like that.” His expression tenses as he buries himself deep inside me, the slick sound made by the thrust of his hips tickling my eardrums. “Take all the pleasure.”
“So right. Just… Oh God, I can’t talk…” I babble a few more words that get gradually less coherent as he goes quicker. Each time our hips meet, it’s like a new high, a new level of arousal, like a rollercoaster that I have no clue where or when it will end. I just know I’m enjoying the ride in the meantime.
To my surprise, I look over at my side, too turned on to do anything but try to relish in the sensations taking over my body as he pumps into me over and over, and I see more luminescent flowers blooming around the edge of our little bed of moss.
And in the air, I can sense an inaudible hum, something magical between us. Like the way the air buzzes whenever Jerrek uses his magic, but more peaceful, quieter. Sensual, like satin sliding over skin.
Then Jerrek’s cock fills me again, and my whole core jumps from the electric heat that’s building at the place our bodies meet.
“Come with me this time. Don’t make me wait forever.” To see those purple-red eyes roll back. To see you lose control the way you make me lose control of myself so easily.
“Of course not.” He pauses for a single moment, propping himself up with both hands beside my head, smiling even as both of us glow from exertion. “So long as I get to hold you after.”
“It’s a deal.” That sounds amazing to me too, but it’s hard to think while he’s still inside me.
He goes faster, thrusting quickly and making my arms and toes tingle. I can see him getting closer, feel him getting closer, harder and tauter as each stroke takes us nearly to the edge.
Then with one final push, I come over the edge, and I feel Jerrek’s cock jerk inside me as everything goes bright and unfocused behind my eyelids. Surge after surge of release washes over me, drowning me in want and desire as my body clenches around him.
Jerrek just holds me with his arms, steadying me as we both slowly relax into the still quiet of the forest around us. I can barely move. I’m so exhausted and relaxed. But as Jerrek slowly pulls out of me, I already miss the sensation of him as he plops onto the moss beside me, naked and strong.
“And that is how thoroughly a dream fae loves when given the pr
oper time.” He gives me a rakish grin, leaning on one elbow as he looks me over, satisfied with what he sees.
“I’m almost glad that our little interlude after your dance at the club had to be cut short.”
He inches closer to me, hand holding my side while we talk. “Why?”
“So you could show me everything here, right now.”
He smiles down at me, so wide and genuine I don’t even know what to say. Instead, I nuzzle into him, just resting my body and letting the cool air enliven my senses after so much lovemaking.
For a long time, I lay on my side, looking up at the twinkling lights above us, just letting the silence settle over us.
And when I look up at Jerrek, he just smiles down at me, so happy I don’t know how I could go without seeing more of that expression in my life.
How can I go back to my regular world, with work and broken marriages and danger at every turn?
For the first time in my adult life, I feel totally, utterly at peace. Which, compared to the fast-paced life I lived back on Earth, is an odd sensation indeed.
I don’t know if I want to go back. But everything still seems too good to be true here. Magic, faeries, dream castles, and so much more I can’t even begin to understand.
But as I smile up at Jerrek, and he continues to grin down at me, his arm wrapped around me, holding me close to him, I know in that moment that I trust him.
From the moment he appeared in my life, things have only gotten better.
And I just have to trust it will continue to go that way.
11
Sandra
I wake up in a haze to loud noises and sounds of commotion in the castle. Rubbing my eyes blearily, I shove aside the silky covers to look around me, noting that I’m back in Jerrek’s room.
He must have taken me back here after we fell asleep in the woods.
I flop back on the bed, staring at the ceiling and trying to let my senses catch up to my brain. The door shoves open, and I sit up with a jolt, sighing in relief when I see Jerrek walk through.
He shuts the door behind him, and his grim expression turns to a smile when he sees my face. “Good morning, queen.”
I preen at the compliment. Last night, I truly felt like one. It’s hard to even want to go back to the human world. I miss my clients, somewhat, though I know they’re taken care of by my work partners.
More shouting comes up from downstairs, and Jerrek gives me an apologetic smile. “It seems Gilla showed up this morning. She heard rumors from other fae about us being seen going into the forest.” He shakes his head. “I’m sorry for the commotion. I’m sure my family will be rid of her in a moment.”
“Did you go down there?” I ask, jealousy tinging my words despite my best attempts to stay distant.
“I did, but my mother waved me away,” he says. “I didn’t want her to wake you, that’s all.” He walks over to the bed and sits down on it, brushing my curls back from my face. “How are you feeling, soul bond?”
I put my hand over his. “Pretty damn good.”
“Good,” he says.
“You get them both down here, now! That bitch can pay my reservation if she’s going to be seen with my warrior! Mine, you hear me?” Gilla’s voice echoes from downstairs.
I raise an eyebrow. “Has your reservation always been this scary?”
Jerrek shakes his head. “It appears she has trouble with jealousy also.”
“Why you?” I ask. “Why does she want you so badly?” I can still hear her yelling, and I get up to pull on a robe over my nightgown so I can peek outside into the hall. I creep to the staircase, peering over it to see Gilla standing, in full armor, in the foyer.
Her eyes dart up to me, and malice flashes there. “You! Get down here. Stop messing around with what’s mine! He’s bought and paid for.”
“This whole reservation thing is messed up,” I say, muttering.
“It’s not a usual situation, as I told you before,” Jerrek says. “Then again, it seems like Gilla has gone half mad from waiting.”
“Doesn’t she have a harem?”
Jerrek nods. “I’m not quite sure why she’s obsessed with me. I can only guess.” His ears are tinged red.
“The sex thing?” I ask.
“Yeah, probably.”
Fury burns in me over the fact that this queen is obsessed with Jerrek when he doesn’t even want her. When he never has.
He sits back against the stairs, and I watch his mother block Gilla from coming up to us. He looks up at me as I continue to watch the scene, hearing the fae women argue.
“I kind of miss the human world right now,” he says, looking to the side. “Warriors do have more freedom there.”
“You could say no, right?” I ask. “Even if I didn’t choose you, she couldn’t force you, right?”
He shrugs. “I would think not, given my power level. I think she assumes that once I’m in her harem, I’ll want her that way. Since I would have no other option.”
I put my hands on my hips. “You can’t just… fall in love with someone?”
His eyes meet mine. “I have.”
I sink down next to him, letting Gilla’s yells echo and get quieter as Jerrek’s mom seems to be leading her outside. “I know. And I’m sorry. I just don’t know how to… yeah.”
Getting together in a week just doesn’t happen in my world. And if it does, well, I’ve seen the results, and most times, it doesn’t end well.
“I get it,” he says. “And I told you I won’t pressure you. At the end of this week, if you can’t, you can’t.” He sighs. “I’ll handle Gilla.” He grins. “With a fireball if I have to.”
I laugh. “Maybe I should be the one to do that. Could I have a fireball?”
“You could learn how to duel,” he says. “But you’d want to learn a whip instead.”
“Why don’t you have a whip?”
He flushes again. “It’s quite hard for me to harness my energy. The whip demonstrates a fae’s level of control over his magic. How he channels it to protect those he loves. Mine is just a little more powerful. For instance, I helped Reve save his soul bond and her child because I could break through a literal wall of chaos energy and no one else could. But Reve could use three types of whips to defeat a nightmare. I have no chance at that.”
I frown. “Well, you did amazingly defending your kingdom. I don’t think there’s anything wrong with you at all.”
He nods. “I agree. But it’s hard when you don’t quite fit in right. People start rumors, and the next thing you know, everyone thinks you’re unruly and dangerous. And you end up with a reservation to ensure you can’t run amok.”
“We could just go back to the human world,” I say with a grin. “Elope.”
He shakes his head. “They would find us. Besides, the reservation is a matter of honor. I will deal with it, if you don’t choose me.”
“So can I just duel her, then? Would that void the reservation?”
“Not unless you want to mate me,” he says solemnly. Then he smiles, but it doesn’t reach his eyes. “It’s okay, Sandra. Just worry about whether you want me. I’ll think about what comes after when that happens.” His grin turns rakish. “But I think I’ll win you within the week.” He puts a hand over mine. “We were meant to be together after all.”
It’s quiet in the hall now, and I hear Kerren utter a sigh of relief before instructing the others to go back to their work.
I reach a hand to Jerrek, and he stands up on his own, then takes my hand in his.
“Come on,” he says. “Let’s go check on your mother. See how she’s doing in the fae realm. Her helpers have told me she’s making good progress.”
I grin. “I’m sure all the handsome warriors running around don’t hurt.”
He grins back. “Yeah. Probably not. Let’s get breakfast on the way. We can eat with her.”
As I walk with him down the hall, sunlight streaming over us through gorgeous windows, I can’t help think
ing that if any man was ever perfect enough to justify settling down in just a week, it might be Jerrek.
12
Jerrek
Sandra stares at the pasture and the large black horse and white unicorn standing there, their manes and tails gleaming in the sun.
One is made of pure magic. My mount, a tall, black horse with a long, waving mane and tail that stretches almost to the ground. I prefer magic horses to putting my weight on some animal. Unicorns are different. Each one is bound to a queen, born to serve her.
Sandra’s unicorn nickers as it trots over to her. She puts her hand out and the unicorn sniffs it gingerly, then whinnies, tossing its head in the air before nudging forward again.
“Name her,” I say gently, coming up to stroke her unicorn’s head.
“Did you name that one?” She looks at my black horse.
“Licorice. That human candy I like and Reve hates,” I say, smiling. “But Licorice is only made of magic. Not real.”
“But my unicorn is real?”
“Yes,” I say. “She’s known you since birth. Though, I brought her here from your dream realm when I found it.”
“My dream realm?”
“We’ll go there someday. Last time I checked, the castle was locked.”
“Ah.” She rubs her unicorn’s head. “I think I know what you mean. I used to go there a lot, in my dreams.”
“We could go there now. Visit it,” I say. “If you want.”
She shakes her head. “If it’s the place I’m thinking, it carries a whole lot of baggage and dark memories. I’d rather go ride, if that’s okay with you.”
I nod. “But first, name your unicorn.”
“Joy,” she says simply, stroking her fingers through the unicorn’s pearlescent white mane. “That’s what I feel just looking at her.”
I smile, feeling it all the way down to my toes. Just being with my mate brings me more happiness than I ever imagined.
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