He leaned forward and spread his legs, straddling the branch. The arch of his body achingly reminded her of his position in the spring. His wings formed and she gasped.
"I need my mate, Belle.” His wings floated on the air currents. “She's called to me since my awakening.” His voice thickened, and his gossamer wings fluttered softly.
Belle shivered. An awakening was the burst into maturity for the Fae. It was an emotional battlefield of lust and longing. For most Fae it was a time of sexual experimentation and growth. For a Fae like Roarke, he would have to maintain control. For the lawkeepers, there can be only one mate. For one of the Fae to have known who their mate was, and not been able to be with them ... Admiration trickled through her lust. “So any Faerie will do, right now?” She groaned internally at the tremble in her voice, hoping he didn't notice. The spark in his eyes told her otherwise.
"No, little Fae. Not any Faerie.” He spread his wings, the light sparkling off the edges like a blaze of fire.
Belle was entranced by the play of light through his wings. It called to her like a beacon. She trembled before the lines of passion through his wings. Goddess, he would be an amazing lover. Heat uncoiled in her core, spreading its warmth throughout her body. Her wings itched to be released but she kept them hidden, fighting her instinct to let go.
"I've wanted you for years.” He slowly inched forward, crawling on hands and knees and stalking her like a predator, every movement perfectly balanced on the enchanted tree. Belle was trapped by the heat of his gaze. “My dreams were haunted by you.” His voice dripped honey and she leaned forward, craving his touch. His face was now inches from her own, the sweet scent of his breath like ambrosia.
Her tongue was glued to the roof of her mouth by an emotion she couldn't name.
"Kiss me, Belle, please.” His quiet plea did her in and she met his lips with her own, the explosive contact melting her anxiety. Their tongues gently touched, testing one another, teasing soft moans from within Belle. She linked her fingers with his and moved forward, bathing in the burning light reflected by his wings.
Her kiss turned hungry, desperate and she couldn't wait to touch his skin, taste every inch. Roarke moaned against her lips and pulled her forward to fall against his lithe body. His wings disappeared and he fell on his back, wrapping her in the warmth of his embrace.
She straddled his hips and ground her sensitive slit against his pants. Her silver hair fell like a pool of mist surrounding them. The hard ridge of his cock touched the agonizingly sensitive slit of her pussy through soaked panties and she crooned softly.
He waved her panties away and he slid his fingertips up her sensitive thighs, teasing and caressing, drawing heat deep within her already soaked core. He touched her like she was the most delicate creature in all the world. She wanted, for just a moment to take away his pain.
At that thought, a small swirl of magick formed in her stomach. It felt like home. Beautiful and full of love. She embraced it and wondered if he sensed the aura surrounding them.
His fingers slid between her slick folds driving her lust to a humming frenzy. A ragged moan tore from his throat. “You are so tight, little Fae."
Belle's core quivered at his words. She bit her lip and trembled, the spin of magick within adding to the intensity. He scissored his fingers and small sparks of magick shot through her body like electricity. She moaned pressing her sweat covered forehead against his. Something was happening, something greater than the building orgasm.
He pressed a kiss to her nose and twisted his fingers and she screamed, clutching his fingers with her inner muscles, desperately taking the orgasm he'd given her.
Tears formed behind her eyes and she ducked her head. He reached for her face, tenderness warring with his unfulfilled need. The battle was obvious in the trembling of his fingers still within her.
"Belle, please. What did I do wrong?” He brushed a stray tear from her cheek.
Belle lifted her lips in a watery smile. “Nothing's wrong. I love the way you touch me."
He took a steadying breath, and she could almost hear his mind counting to ten in frustration.
She leaned up and captured his lips in a hot kiss, desperate to show him how she felt without damning herself by trying to take his mate's slot. Her eyes closed in relief when he kissed her back.
His hot mouth slanted over hers and his tongue caressed hers like he'd kissed her a thousand times. She melted inside, the heat building to a fevered pitch again, stoking the fires his talented fingers had just calmed. His thumb brushed against her clit and she jerked in response.
His smile reached his eyes and she knew she was in trouble. He placed fevered kisses down her breast, his fingers bringing her back to a lust-driven frenzy. For a man who'd never had sex, he was definitely amazing at it. She moaned when he flicked his fingers, caressing the sweet bundle of nerves within. She let her head fall back and he followed, lying over her body.
His cock pressed against her leg through the restriction of his pants and she waved them away. His gasp of surprise was followed by a guttural moan when she rubbed her fingertips against the thick head of his shaft. He stroked her inner walls and she moaned, willing to give back. She swirled his precum on the tip of his shaft, delighting in the silky feel of it on his skin. His breath became harsher and she narrowed her eyes in concentration, trying to mimic the stroking movements of his hands from earlier in the pool.
"You keep doing that, sweet, and this moment's going to end long before I'm ready.” He gently pulled his fingers out of her soaked core, rubbing the sensitive folds before covering her hands still gripping his shaft. The glistening of her juices caught the light of the immobile sun. His hand guided hers for one hard stroke before he gently pulled her hands away.
"Will you accept me?” His violet eyes searched hers, heavy with an unnamed emotion.
Belle kissed him softly, a light brush of lips against his. “Yes, if you'll accept me."
He smiled and kissed her on the nose. “For as long as you'll have me."
Belle's heart thudded painfully in her chest. For as long as you'll love me. Her mind whispered back. Magick flared brightly between them. She pulled him over her and sighed at the nudge of his thick cock against the entrance of her pussy.
She slid against him, arching her hips to take him just a bit inside her folds. His lips lifted in the half smile she'd grown to love, and he shoved in, deep. Roarke was stretching her to the hilt, so full of him she didn't know where he ended and she began.
They barely breathed. A hum of pressure built within, and she slowly moved her hips. He groaned, shuddering, and she smiled in feminine satisfaction. With a twist of her hips she pulled him deeper and they both shook. Goddess, he was big. He moved slowly, withdrawing and sliding home with perfect rhythm, brushing the swollen nub of her clit with each return stroke, driving her and the magick higher. She whimpered, her channel clenching him as her orgasm built.
He set a hard pace, driving them both to the edge.
She whispered fevered words in his ear and he lost control, slamming into her just the way she wanted. Her control slipped and she screamed, her orgasm ripping through her body, spinning magick into the night air. Roarke thrust once more and the hot fluid of his release added magick of its own. She pulled him close and they fell asleep to the sound of wind, their hearts beating all alone in a quiet world.
Chapter Five
He brushed a lock of sweat-dampened hair from her forehead. His knuckles traced the delicate line of her cheeks and he could feel her smile under the caress. The scent of sex surrounded them, tasting like the trees of the forest—dark and woodsy. Wind blew softly and he could almost hear the sound of evergreen leaves whispering in the breeze. He looked up with a wistful smile and froze. Roarke blinked again and locked his arms around Belle.
She squeaked in surprise and shoved out of his embrace. “What's wrong?” Belle touched his face and he couldn't stop the alarm from creeping into her voice. “Ro
arke, oh please, don't leave me.” She caressed his face and held him close.
Roarke couldn't speak; all he could do was stare at the limbs above him. Somehow he found his voice. “We did it Belle."
Belle's trembling touch drew his attention. He met her gaze and his heart swelled in love for his Faerie. She did it. It was her magick.
"What did we do?"
He wrapped his arms around her and launched from the tree. With surprise he noted that his wings could easily support them both. A wicked thought crossed his mind but he shoved it away until later.
She held onto him for dear life, refusing to release her wings. Roarke held her tighter and bit back his disappointment. She would release them when she was ready. He brushed his lips against her forehead and whispered against her skin. “We've broken the spell on the tree."
"What?” Belle shoved away from him and dropped like a lead weight. Her wings sprang from the ether and she swooped close to the branches. Winter sunlight kissed her skin, leaving it sparkling like freshly fallen snow. His lips lifted in a half smile. She was turning him into a softie.
The little Fae did a loop and swirled, her silver hair floating around her like streams of silk. “We did it, Roarke!"
The tree was dark brown and green. No snow covered her broad branches—the enchantment was gone, the dingy haze dissipated.
She flew back to him and grabbed his hand, swinging them both in an impromptu dance on the wind. Her smile melted his heart and he threw himself into the celebration with abandon.
They finally collapsed on their tree branch, gasping for breath and laughing. She brushed her sweat-soaked hair from her face and grinned. With a wave of her hand, they were comfortably clothed. She did it with such ease it surprised him. His memories were filled with her antics growing up. Belle had made a mess of things all throughout her youth. Her power had finally come into its own this year. Her grandmother had warned him of her latent abilities. She'd said when Belle came to her power it would amaze the Faerie world.
His gaze roamed the now disenchanted tree, and he shook his head in amazement. She did it.
"So how did we do it?"
He glanced at her face and watched the light of joy calm to a serious edge he'd hoped to never see in her eyes. “We disenchanted the tree. Now we need to isolate the trigger."
Belle cleared her throat. “We were the trigger.” Rose tinged her cheeks in her embarrassment.
"Sex is the trigger?"
Belle's lips lifted in the taunting smile of a vixen. “Not just any sex, Roarke. What happened to us, literally, moved the world."
Roarke grinned like a fool and laughed. “It can't be that easy."
Belle shrugged a shoulder and leaned back against the trunk. “Why not? I watched you bathe, Roarke. I wished it was me touching you, tasting you."
He could smell the sweet heat of her pussy. The image of Belle caressing him and teasing him drove him to the edge of reason. Roarke shifted to ease the strain of his suddenly attentive dick. He cleared his throat and decided it was time to confess. “I wanted you to find me, Belle."
There he said it. Now it was up to her whether or not she'd take him.
* * * *
The problem was simple, but the solution just got complicated. Two wishes at the same time could be difficult. The world's curse just took a hard left when she thought it would be a slow and steady stream. “Did you feel magick forming when we made love, Roarke?"
Roarke raised a dark eyebrow, a wary expression darkening his eyes. “Is this one of those trick questions I'm supposed to know the answer to, but can never answer correctly?"
Belle blinked. “Boy, are you paranoid."
He held up his hand. “Five sisters, Belle. It's not paranoia if you know they're out to get you."
Belle laughed. “You watch too many of those reality TV shows over the shoulders of mortals. I bet you get your tough-as-nails exterior from CSI or something."
Roarke mumbled something incoherent and Belle chuckled and leaned forward, gripping her knees with her arms. “No it wasn't a trick question. It was a serious one. Did you feel the tug and swirl of magick in your stomach?"
"I'm not sure what you mean."
Belle sighed and fell back against the trunk. “Then you didn't. It should be easy to figure this out."
"I wish,” he ground out.
Belle pounced on him before either one of them was aware she'd moved. Her speed shocked them both. “Okay, that was new,” she muttered. “Um, I was going to ask you a question.” His hard body wrapped around her, reminding her of their earlier explosive sexcapade.
His lips kissed and caressed their way down the arch of her neck. Something had told her he'd be single-minded in his pursuit of all things. His tongue traced the delicate curve of her collarbone and she moaned. Magick tugged within her stomach once more and it clicked.
"We have to go to the bell."
Roarke's fingertips traced the curve of her breasts, tweaking the nipple to a hard point. His talented fingers alternately tugged and caressed until her thoughts scattered. Lips worked their own type of magick on her fevered skin. “Why do we have to go to the bell?"
Belle shook her head and tried to clear her mind. “Bell?"
He chuckled against her throat, his hot breath countering the chill of the air. “You said something about going back to the bell.” He nipped her chin and she groaned.
Magick rose with her lust, triggering a sane thought in the spin of her mind. “Magick and the bell.” She gasped for breath and gave a shaky laugh. “We have to get to the bell."
"Oh.” Roarke lifted her off him and set her on the branch. “Why didn't you say so?” He grabbed her hand and flew, jerking her into his flight pattern.
The magick strengthened as they neared the silver bell.
She tugged his hand and spun into the circle of his arms, her lips touching his in a fleeting caress before she danced away from his touch. He smiled in surprise, and her breath caught at his beauty.
He chased and she flew around the bell, dropping her clothes as she went. She flew in a spiral, following the spiral of magick forming around them, chasing the flow to the source. He followed suit, stripping out of his clothes, delightfully giving her full view of his gorgeous body. When he gripped his cock she stumbled in flight.
He caught her at the bell and they tumbled inside, laughing. In a heartbeat he had her back against the bell's wall. She slid her leg up his body until she could feel the heat of his shaft against her moist heat. His lips scorched a path down her throat, tasting and teasing. She kissed his temple, his eyelids, everywhere she could reach.
He ground his erection against her and she groaned. Her pussy tingled with need, moisture pooling in her center. He took one aching nipple in his mouth and suckled, teasing her just the way she liked it, driving them both crazy. She dug her nails in his shoulders and let her head fall back against the bell's wall.
He spread her wide, lifting her against the wall and placing the head of his cock at her slick entrance. She felt the world stop, the magick of her people focused on this one moment in time. Forever.
"You're everything I ever wished for,” he whispered and slammed in her hot pussy. They both cried out at the sweet friction and magick knotted between them like a golden rope, tied to one another in heart and soul. He placed his hands behind her, cushioning her back and giving him more leverage. Belle gasped at the heat pouring from his thoughts and heart. Suddenly the magick broke free and they lost control. Driving, thrusting, needing, wanting. She rode him hard like a wild Fae, only wanting him. Forever. She dug her nails into his shoulders and screamed her orgasm, the echo within the bell shattering their world's enchantment. Their magickal bond solidified, burning bright gold in the bell's housing. She cried at the raw beauty of it, the pain of the bond, a permanent one to her heart. Another orgasm crashed over her, tumbling her thoughts away from sanity. Roarke followed her over; the crest of magick seemed to be as devastating to him as it
was to her. He fell to his knees, bringing her with him. Carefully he curled her in his arms and they drifted away into the dreams of the newly bonded.
Chapter Six
Roarke snuck away from the Christmas day celebration to find Belle. Since the reawakening of the world, the council had kept him in lock up, demanding answers he didn't have. Something in his heart stilled his lips from explaining Belle's personal magick. Hell, the thought of another Fae attempting to touch Belle sent him in a red haze of fury.
Through the inquisition she'd remained aloof, quiet, not at all the Belle he'd known before the enchantment. She was the epitome of propriety. He grumbled. Unfortunately for him, she had yet to seek him out. A part of him worried that she'd leave him. Her strength under the council's barrage of questions would have surprised him at the beginning of the season. Admiration for her strength filtered through his worry and he sighed.
He trudged through the snow, his thoughts too heavy to allow him to fly. A lead weight of dread had knotted in his gut and he was afraid of what she'd say when he finally got her alone.
"I was wondering when you'd come see me.” Belle's voice danced across the clearing. She stood bathed in moonlight, looking incredibly welcoming. If you ignored the murderous intent in her eyes. Uh oh.
* * * *
She glared at Roarke with all the nervous anger she'd shuffled around with since the council had arrived and woken them from their sleep. She'd suffered through their barrage of questions without batting an eye, but when the stuffy high elder had insulted Roarke, she'd almost lost her mind with indignation. He was a genius. A strength she couldn't live without.
Except right now. He should have come and found her earlier. Now he was trudging to see her like he dreaded her company.
She opened her mouth to tell him where he could take his pity but he crushed her lips under an intensely passionate kiss. She melted in his arms. His thoughts buzzed pleasantly naughty images into hers and she suddenly realized the truth. Their anxiety for each other had projected into their minds, twisting them both into knots. She'd seen his doubt in their system of law—fear that she'd be hurt, and worst of all doubt in his ability to keep the law.
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