Must Be Magic

by Lani Aames

  “We’ve waited long enough.” She whispered the words between gasps for air. “I want you inside of me now, Myghal. Now.”

  “With the greatest of pleasure, Kerry O’Neill.”

  He gathered her to him, and the tip of his cock nudged her first. She quivered in anticipation and need when he pulled back. Then he thrust forward, hard, his cock sinking completely into her molten depths. She cried out and held him fast with her arms and legs, levering her hips side to side as if to seal him in, until they were fused together and could never be separated.

  Tears filled her eyes and spilled from beneath her closed lids. How could she feel this oneness with him? She barely knew him, but they fit together like the two pieces that made the whole of a puzzle.

  She hadn’t locked him in, of course. He held onto her firmly and withdrew. She mimicked his movement, the friction of his rigid cock against her velvet walls creating a heat that infused her. Each thrust sent a wave that raged out of control and seared every nerve ending.

  When the burst of pleasure was near, their movements grew frenzied, and Kerry felt a surge of energy surround them. It was almost as if she were feather-light and floating, as if her body touching Myghal’s was the only contact she had with anything solid. Their lovemaking must have made her delusional because she even had the sensation of cooler air passing across her back, as if the mattress had disappeared or she’d left the warm surface behind.

  Then she shattered into a million white-hot fragments, her spine bowing with the intensity. She lost sense of time and place and everything except Myghal’s cock riding her fast into oblivion. Then his grip tightened on her, his back arched, and for a moment his body became as stiff as his cock had been. She felt his hot seed pump into her and bathe her channel, strengthening their unity. She had a part of Myghal within her. His semen would soak into her flesh, and he would truly become one with her. Their mystical connection was heightened by their physical union.

  Kerry held him tightly. At the same time that Myghal’s body went limp around her, she felt a little jolt as if something had bumped up against them. Her eyes flew open, but nothing seemed out of place. She flexed her shoulders and found the mattress solid beneath her again. She attributed it to the mystery of their bond.

  Myghal rolled to his side, wrapping her in his arms, and Kerry snuggled against him.

  * * * * *

  “Oh, my,” Gomit whispered faintly and turned away from the window. Gomit had been standing watch around the corner of the human woman’s dwelling, but had joined Tredje to report he’d seen nothing amiss. When he’d glanced through the glass, he lost his color and looked like he might faint. Tredje had never known Gnomes to be prudes, but Gomit was a weakling in many areas.

  From his hiding place in the shrubbery, Tredje had watched the Prince and his intended Princess with interest. Perhaps the time had come to make a trip to the Thane’s Golden Gate Bridge and purchase one of his daughters for a wife-slave. The thought of a Troll maid doing to him what the Prince had done to the human woman—lapping at her cunt with as much enthusiasm as a cat licking cream—made his cock ache.

  He absently rubbed his stiff member through the silly blue Gnome trousers he still wore as a disguise. Tredje wondered how much of his cache of gold he’d have to relinquish for one of the Thane’s daughters. Greedier than most Trolls, the Thane would want double or triple the going rate for a wife-slave. But to have one of the Thane’s daughters as his own would raise his status in the Troll community. He had to weigh the matter carefully.

  The coupling couple floated in the air, about halfway between the bed and the ceiling, in what Tredje knew to be the ultimate in Pixie pleasure. Levitation while fucking meant that the Prince had indeed found his Heart Match. Not that the Faeries doubted he had, but they might reward Tredje for the information. Who knew what tidbit the Faeries would find valuable?

  The human woman’s back arched. She had reached her peak, crying out her pleasure noisily while the Prince rammed into her again and again. Tredje stroked his cock briskly until he brought himself relief with a grunt, spurting his seed into the blue trousers. The Prince found his as well, and they landed on the mattress, lightly enough that neither was disturbed.

  Tredje sighed. The urgent need to couple disappeared with his release. As usual, when lecherous thoughts prompted him to think about paying out good gold for a wife-slave, his own hand proved to be more than capable of taking care of the problem. No need to dip into his cache after all.

  “We should go,” the Gnome whispered from the other end of the row of bushes.

  “We’re here because your plan to capture the human woman in the hut failed,” Tredje reminded him. The Gnome wouldn't dare disagree although they both knew it had been Tredje's idea. “We have to watch and seize any opportunity that arises to grab her tonight.”

  The Gnome snorted, then Tredje heard him draw in a deep breath. “The Prince won’t leave her side until morning.”

  “More than likely, he won’t leave her front.” Tredje sniggered at his own joke. “But, aye, you’re right. They’ll be at it all night, fucking like rabbits.”

  “Aye,” Gomit agreed. “And a goblet of dandelion wine beside the fire sounds good right now.”

  “That it does, that it does.” Tredje contemplated the situation. They still had several days before the Equinox, and the Prince didn’t seem to be in any hurry to find a way back to the Faerie Realm. Tredje suspected he had to convince the human woman to go with him first. By the way she seemed to enjoy his fucking, Tredje didn’t think it would be too difficult for the Prince to talk her into it.

  Tredje pulled at his beard. He would enjoy watching them fuck again and might even find relief once more, but the lure of dandelion wine was too great.

  “Let’s go home to me bridge and have some wine. Ye know, that’s the best idea I’ve had all day,” he said as they left their hiding place and disappeared into the night.

  Chapter Ten

  Kerry awoke to the wonder of warm and protective masculine arms around her just as they’d been when she fell asleep. Myghal. Just the thought of his name and what it invoked, all the feelings and sensations it stirred in her from merely one night, filled her with awe. For a long moment, she couldn’t remember the last time she’d awakened in the arms of a man. And when she did finally recall the boyfriend from last year, she could barely remember what he looked like. She had certainly never felt like this.

  It didn’t matter that Myghal hadn’t told her his last name. It didn’t matter that she’d known him less than twenty-four hours. None of it mattered because she was falling for Myghal, falling hard, and nothing he could do or say would change what she felt for him.

  She thought one night would rid her of the needs of her body, but it was so much more than that. None of it made sense, but she didn’t think she’d ever get enough of him. While making love to him, she’d felt as if the mattress had vanished or that she was floating. A trick of passion, no doubt, but it had actually felt as if they’d risen into the air. For a few moments, she felt nothing beneath her and a cool rush of air passing over her back.

  Kerry eased out of his arms and from the bed. He made a sound, a cross between a sigh and a moan and shifted position, burying his head deeper into the pillow until she could see only one of his closed eyes. She watched him with a fond smile. His long ash-blond hair lay in a tangle across his shoulders.

  She reached out to touch him, to run her fingers over his arm, but stopped herself in time. She shouldn’t wake him. If he woke up and smiled at her and looked at her with his sleepy bedroom eyes, she’d be too tempted to return to bed.

  But before Kerry withdrew her hand, his eye blinked open and he reached for her, his fingers wrapping around her wrist. He tugged her toward him as he rolled onto his back. She resisted only a second because he did smile, and now both eyes were on her, inviting her. She moved with him until her body lay over his with only the sheet between them.

  “Where
are you going?” Myghal murmured as he planted kisses on her palm and the inside of her wrist.

  The touches warmed her all over, especially the pit of her belly. When her clit began a rhythmic throb, she almost moaned. Instead, she bit her lip. Hard. A little pain would bring her to her senses.

  “It’s morning and I have a business to run.”

  He shook his head at her, and she felt his cock grow in length beneath her. She wanted nothing more than to yank the sheet away from him and repeat what they’d done the night before. Floating sensation and all.

  “I have something better in mind.”

  Kerry laughed, a throaty sound because of her arousal. “I don’t think it’s your mind that’s working right now.”

  He smiled again and Kerry melted. Then shook her head.

  “Those plants can’t sell themselves, and I have a loan payment to make.” She kissed him lightly on the lips and tried to slip away from him, but he held her tightly.

  “The plants will wait.” He pulled her up until she straddled his body, balanced on her knees. “Turn around, Kerry.”

  “Myghal, I have to open the nursery,” she protested, but her voice sounded weak.

  “You will. In a little while,” he promised. “Now, turn around.”

  The simmering heat that surrounded her clit wouldn’t let her say no again. She did as he said, and while she was off of his body, he kicked the sheet to the foot of the bed. She straddled him again, this time facing away from him. In front of her, his cock stood tall, thick and rigid from its nest of light brown curls. She bent over, brushing her hair out of the way, and took the engorged head in her mouth.

  Myghal’s hands on her thighs guided her back until his mouth was on her pussy. His fingers slid up to her cheeks, rubbing and squeezing as he greedily licked and sucked the sensitized folds of flesh. Kerry pumped her hips, raking her clit against his tongue. How many times had Myghal brought her to orgasm since he’d walked into her life the day before? It might as well have been the first time because her body raged with need.

  She lubricated his cock with her mouth, taking him deep into her throat and still didn’t reach the base. She wrapped her fingers around his shaft, moving her hands and mouth up and down in tandem.

  By the time they settled into a matching rhythm, Kerry tripped along the edge of passion and felt Myghal’s cock grow even harder in her hands. One more stroke for each of them, and Kerry plummeted over at the same moment Myghal’s hips thrust up hard. They both groaned with the release, hers a throaty sound because of Myghal’s hot, tangy semen spilling into her mouth, and their bodies bent with the effort. She continued to milk his cock while she wriggled against his lips, drawing out the last bit of pleasure for both of them.

  * * * * *

  Lazily, Myghal watched Kerry enter the bathroom and a few moments later heard the shower running. He imagined her beneath the running water, her hair drenched, her breasts and the red-glinted thatch of hair between her legs glistening wet. The enticing image he conjured made his exhausted cock stir against his thigh. He was tempted to join her in the shower, bend her over and fuck her from behind, but by the time he finished playing it out in his mind, the sound of the shower had stopped. Later, he promised himself.

  As his Princess, she’d never have to worry about such mundane things as currency again. Her time would be filled with helping him run the princedom and, eventually, they’d share in raising their children. She could oversee the palace gardens and work with the plants as much as she liked.

  Sitting up, he tried to ignore the building ache in his balls. If he still had any doubts the spell worked, this constant state of arousal while near her would have convinced him otherwise. That they’d levitated while coupling had been proof enough. A Pixie only levitated during sex without conscious thought when with his Heart Match.

  He was already half in love with her. Just knowing they were destined for one another was enough to open his heart to her. His first task was to find a way back to the Faerie Realm. After that, he had to convince her of who he was and what they were to one another. It wouldn’t be easy. Kerry was too practical, too grounded. And while Myghal understood the need for practicality and grounding in this magically bereft Other Realm, she would have to open her mind and imagination to all the possibilities to even begin to believe in him and his realm.

  He had only a few days to accomplish everything.

  When Kerry sailed through the bedroom, throwing him a smile along with his clean clothes, Myghal got up. He showered and dressed, but when he walked into the kitchen and Kerry giggled, he frowned. She kissed him quickly.

  “I’m sorry, Myghal. What you’re wearing was all right for yesterday. Everybody goes a little crazy and expects to see Leprechauns on St. Patrick’s Day. Especially those of us of Irish descent.” She poured coffee into two mugs. “But today is back to the real world, and you’ll get more than a few strange looks if you go out in that get-up.”

  Myghal drew in a deep breath. “I’m not a Leprechaun.”

  “Oh.” The grin fell from her lips as she set a plate holding a muffin in front of him.

  “Well, then why are you dressed like that?”

  “I’m a Pixie,” he said and carefully watched her reaction.

  She frowned, as if thinking, and handed him a mug. “Are Pixies Irish?”

  “No.”

  “Ah. Okay. Uh, sugar and creamer are here on the counter.”

  Suddenly, Myghal wasn’t looking at Kerry. She was spooning tiny white crystals from a bowl into her coffee, and his attention was focused on the bowl. Could it possibly be…?

  He waited until Kerry had turned her back before he stepped to the counter. Setting his mug aside, he stuck his finger into the bowl of precious crystals. He didn’t feel the energy radiating from the matrices of the crystals, but that could be because he was in the Other Realm where too many other forms of energy contaminated every inch of space.

  He touched a few of the crystals to his tongue. Sweetness saturated his taste buds and disappointment flooded through the rest of him. Although these crystals looked exactly like raw pixie dust, they weren’t what he needed to return to the Faerie Realm.

  “—won’t be gone long,” Kerry was saying as she walked toward the door. “The mall is just a few miles away. I’ll be back before you know it with some clothes that won’t get you arrested.”

  The door shut behind her and she was gone. Distracted by the crystals in the bowl, Myghal hadn’t read her reaction. She could very well be going for help if she thought he was dangerously deranged.

  Myghal poured his coffee down the drain and rinsed out his cup. They didn’t have coffee in the Faerie Realm. They drank water, wine, and mead. They didn’t have—what did she call it? Oh, yes. Sugar. Food in the Faerie Realm was sweetened with honey, but more often than not was eaten in its natural state.

  Thinking of Kerry’s confusion when he told her he was a Pixie, not a Leprechaun, he wondered if he should leave the house and stay out of sight until he knew if she returned alone or brought someone to take him away.

  Myghal finally decided he would trust that the charmed dust knew what it was doing when it thrust him into Kerry’s life and trust Kerry to recognize the connection between them even if she didn’t know exactly what it was.

  All he could do was wait and see.

  Chapter Eleven

  Kerry stood behind some tall potted plants, pretending to prune them. She wore gardening gloves and held a pair of shears, but she was really observing Myghal. He was busy rearranging the flower section and seemed happy doing so.

  When she’d left the house, it had been her intention to go to the police and have Myghal carted away. But the more she thought about it, she knew she couldn’t do it. She found herself going to the strip mall and buying jeans, shirts, and a jacket for him, paying out money she couldn’t really afford.

  She’d been pinching pennies until Lincoln squealed as the saying went, for so long that it felt str
ange to walk into a shop and buy something new that didn’t have to do with the nursery.

  The guy just needed a chance to get back on his feet. As to why he thought he should dress like a Pixie instead of a Leprechaun for St. Patrick’s Day, she didn’t have a clue. He had that slight English accent, so maybe it was a tradition wherever he was from. A place where they had healers instead of doctors and guardsmen instead of police.

  Calling things by different names and dressing like a Pixie wasn’t enough to get him committed.

  He’d certainly been a boon for business! Cars all but screeched to a halt and quickly turned into her driveway. Myghal had spent the morning working with the flower plants, rearranging them, watering them, repotting those that needed it. After lunch, he’d taken off his jacket and worked in his shirtsleeves in the unseasonably warm afternoon. With few exceptions, the drivers of the cars were female. Most held two or three.

  The women would begin by strolling through the plants, but they invariably gravitated toward Myghal. As far as Kerry could tell, the women would strike up the conversations, but she couldn’t help but notice that Myghal was almost as attentive to them as he was to her. Almost.

  Many of them wandered away again, with smiles on their faces and plants in their arms. Myghal made sure each one left with a shamrock and an Irish rose. But one woman had been there longer than any of them. She was pretty in a dark, sultry way with a mane of black hair and long, lithe legs. She stayed close to Myghal even when others approached, as if staking out her property.

  Several times, Kerry started to go out there but stopped herself. She’d never been the jealous type, and she didn’t understand where this overwhelming need to claim him came from. Maybe the same place her feelings for him originated. Some place deep inside that no man had ever tapped before.

  She told herself over and over there was no reason to be jealous. She hadn’t seen him touch any of them intimately or lean close to whisper suggestively—not even the sultry brunette. Perhaps he was just being polite. Perhaps…