I’m making out with a bird guy in the middle of who knows what realm and I’m loving it.
She ran her hands through his hair and he slinked down the front of her, kissing her stomach and then stopping at her jeans. He undid them, seeming to have an easier time with them than he had the bra. As he eased her jeans down her body, he smiled more and more. “The gods have blessed me.”
She’d never felt more beautiful in her life.
He tugged at her panties and then removed them slowly, placing kisses on her inner thighs. She wasn’t sure she could stay standing if he kept it up. He stood before her and she felt so naked, so exposed that she made a move to cover herself with her arms.
He caught her wrists. “No. Let me commit this to memory, my little human.”
“You’re fully dressed,” she said, and even she knew it sounded whiny.
He did something with the sides of his leather pants, yanking on strings there and then suddenly, his pants fell away. He stepped free from them and she got a good look at what he’d been smuggling in those pants.
She’d been right. An anaconda.
He stroked his long, hard cock and stepped to her, his wings seeming to pop out of his back as if by magik. She was overwhelmed and excited all at once.
He wrapped his arms around her and lifted her, showing no strain whatsoever. His lips found hers and his tongue darted into her mouth. Wrapping her legs around his waist, Lucy surrendered her weight and body to him.
For this night, she’d be wanton and free. She’d not care about her size or anything. She’d only take pleasure from a man others would never believe was real. She might have regrets later, but for now, there was nowhere else she’d rather be. No other man she’d rather be with.
He managed to hold her with one arm and use his other free hand to reach between them, his fingers finding her core. He pushed one long digit in and his kiss increased even more as her body tightened around the intrusion. He thrust his finger in and out, simulating sex, and she ground against his hand, pleasure building rapidly.
He withdrew his finger, and when the head of his cock pressed to her core, Lucy didn’t bother with being a lady, she let out a cry that echoed throughout the area around them.
Rossi plunged into her and her body fought against his size at first. As his tongue laced around hers, she relaxed somewhat and began to move in his arms, still in awe of his strength. No man had ever been able to hold her off the ground during sex before.
Not that she’d had a long list of men to base her comparison on. She just knew Rossi was more powerful than any human she’d ever had or would have. He took hold of her hips and began to lift her on and off his cock, ramming into her, his body and hers finding a rhythm she never wanted to end. Each thrust pushed her closer and closer to culmination.
He stopped pumping into her and she moaned. “Lucy,” he said. “Do you accept me—all of me, from now until the end of time?”
What the hell kind of question was that at a time like this? She wanted to come, not converse.
“What?”
“D-do you accept me? All of me from now until the end of time?”
She could see the strain on his face.
She wanted to come and was so close she couldn’t stand it. “Yes! I accept all of you. Now fuck me harder!”
He grinned, and when Rossi kissed her again, she bit at his lower lip at the exact moment her body burst, coming hard, her pussy clenching down on his cock. He went deep in her and rooted himself, warmth filling her.
He held her to him, his lips probing hers gently, his kisses tender and less urgent than they had been. The action melted her heart and she tensed in his arms, her legs still around his waist, his cock still in her. She didn’t want to have feelings for this man.
He’d take her home and this would be a dream she’d never be able to get anyone to believe—even herself, if she thought too hard on it. Later, she’d most certainly never believe this had happened.
It was too good to be true.
Chapter Nine
Rossi did not want to withdraw from him mate—his bonded mate. She had accepted his claim on her. A claim he had been so sure only hours before that he would never make to anyone.
Oh, the mighty have certainly fallen. Aeson will gain much joy from this.
He wanted to place her upon the ground and claim her fully as a male of their species did. How amusing that he’d run right to her in an attempt to avoid what fate had in store for him.
As the last of his seed spilled into her, he put his forehead to hers. “I shall take you to my home. There you will be announced as my wife.”
She jerked free from him, her eyes wide as she pushed on his chest to get down. He released her, easing her to her feet with care. She bent to grab her clothing and in doing so pushed her ass cheeks against his cock, making it harden again. He had only just left her body and already he craved more.
He ran his hand on her spine. “My little human, we should dress and return to the castle. We chance fate remaining exposed out here so close to the borders still.”
She pivoted and stared at him with the same wide eyes she’d had before dismounting him. “Stop calling me your little human, and what in tarnation do you mean by take me home and make me your wife?”
“That is what one does with one’s mate,” he said, reaching out and fondling her breast with one hand. He wanted to place his dick between the round globes and fuck them, all while watching his seed splash upon her neck. The idea left him stroking himself and licking his lower lip. It had been far too long since his cock had been this ready, this full of desire.
He knew then what Aeson had spoken of—that once he found his mate, he’d want for no other. It was true. Lucy had fallen into his arms and into his life, and now he could not foresee a moment without her.
A human?
He could not believe himself, but he desired her, and he would not permit her to be harmed, nor would he take her back to this Southern she wished to return to. She was his wife. His bonded mate. He would make her see the beauty of his realm. She would want to stay with him.
No woman ever wanted to leave him.
“Take me home!” she spat. “I screwed a guy with wings who is also crazy. We can’t get married. We just met, not to mention, I’m human, you’re not. I bet there are laws against that sort of thing.”
He nodded. “At one point in time, yes. That changed when my brother, the king, decreed it legal to wed humans. Fitting, as his wife, the queen, is human.”
Her jaw dropped open. “Your brother is the king?”
He nodded again.
“Then you’re a prince?”
He wasn’t sure why she needed this explained. It all seemed rather clear to him. Perhaps the fall his mate had sustained had injured her head. “Yes.”
“I screwed a prince!”
Rossi stiffened at her words. He had heard the term “piece of meat” from Paige before. He now understood her meaning. He felt like a piece of meat. What he was told he made women feel like all the time.
It was not a pleasant feeling. He could understand now how some would not wish to feel this way ever.
“Take me home,” she said again. “This instant.”
He caught her wrist as she attempted to dress herself. “No.”
She gave him a look that made him second-guess his last statement. “Excuse me? No?”
He was a warrior. Warriors did not cower to females. “No.”
Her gaze narrowed and much to his dismay, he began to cower. Cursed Magaious, she had witchy woman eyes when angry. “You are my wife.”
“Am not,” she said, her tone reminding him of a child.
He nearly gave her the same petulant child speech he’d received earlier from his brother. “Ta’konima, we mated fully. You said you accepted me, and in doing so, you accepted my seed and my magik. You will live as long as we do, you are more than likely carrying my offspring and, if not yet, you soon will be.”
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br /> Suddenly, it mattered not to him if his offspring were full-blooded or not.
She leapt back, her breasts bouncing more as she struggled to contain them under the garment saying Rebels. “Shut up!”
“I speak the truth,” he said. “You felt the pull to me as I to you. Or, am I to believe you give yourself to every male you meet in strange realms?”
Her jaw snapped shut and she stopped trying to dress herself. “No. I don’t do that.”
“I will actually disband the harem now, for you are the only woman for me,” he said, proud of himself for the growth he’d done in such a short period of time.
Lucy’s expression hardened more. “Excuse me? Harem?”
He took a step back, sensing that was the wisest move. “They pale compared to you. They lack your curves.” His cock hardened again as he looked at his wife. “Curves I wish to explore every inch of.”
She puffed out a long breath. “Wait, you’re saying you like me having extra meat on my bones?”
He had to think upon her wording. “Are you asking if I like how curvy your body is? How soft it is in all the right spots?”
She blushed. “Yes.”
“I wish to ravish you again. I want to bend you over here and now and take you again. Take you long and hard until you do not doubt who you are to me, Princess.”
She paled. “Ohmygod, I’m married to Prince Charming.”
“Yes, you are also wearing next to nothing and we are not that far from the borders. My suggestion is to allow me to pleasure you more, but at the castle. I do not wish to behead others who may see you when you are naked—it would take me away from me being able to look upon you fully.”
A slight smile tugged at her lips and she eased closer to him, her upper garment half on, half off. He removed it so that her breasts were free for him to touch. She put her hands to his chest. “I do have to go home soon, though. My friend will worry about me. She needs to know I’m okay.”
He nodded. “I will take you there come morn light. But you will not remain there, ta’konima.”
“What does that mean?” she asked. “What you keep calling me.”
“My love,” he returned. There was a rustling in the tree line off to their right. Rossi grabbed Lucy and thrust her behind him as he dodged for his sword. He grabbed it as she grabbed her clothing and began to dress quickly.
“What is it? Is Manyer back?”
At the name of one of the meanest, most vile guards of the vultures, Rossi’s lip curled. If Manyer had been who had taken Lucy, then the man had planned to harm her. “I do hope so. I wish to remove his head.”
Lucy hopped on one foot as she donned her trews, touching his extended wing, sending pleasure racing to his groin. There was nothing more erotic than having one’s wing stroked by one’s mate. He’d heard tales told of it, but now he knew them to be true without a shadow of a doubt.
He had to force himself to stand at the ready, sword in hand, cock hard. He cared little about being seen naked by the enemy. “Stay behind me.”
“Not a problem,” said Lucy.
Rossi watched as Aeson emerged from the wooded area. His brother stopped, looked Rossi up and down, and then burst into laughter. “She said you might need assistance. Tell me my wife did not send me to help you find your trews.” He stared past Rossi to Lucy and offered a charming smile. “And you must be the human my wife told me of.”
Lucy eased around Rossi, holding his trews out to him. “Here. Who is he?”
“One of my brothers,” spat Rossi, keeping his sword aimed at Aeson.
Lucy pushed on his arm, making him lower his sword. As he looked at her, he realized she did not have the harness on her breasts as she had before their lovemaking session. Beneath the Rebels were two glorious mounds, tempting him. “Prince Charming, don’t stab your brother. I want to meet him and his wife. Is she the human queen?”
“That is another of my brothers,” said Rossi with a sigh, taking his trews.
“How many brothers do you have?” she asked.
He glanced at Aeson, who laughed more. Rossi groaned. “There are eight men in my family in total. I am the youngest.”
“Eight?” she echoed. “I’m not expected to have eight kids, am I? I mean, as your wife and all?”
He stopped wanting to kill Aeson and eased his trews on, pleased she’d called herself his wife. “You will more than likely birth more than one child at a time.”
“Are you knocking my hip size, bucko?” she demanded.
“I have no idea what that means. I simply mean it is common for our magik to cause multiple births to come from one gestation period.”
“Oh,” she said and then gasped. “Oh!”
“Come, my love,” he said, as dressed now as he planned to be. He put his hand out to her. “Let me introduce you to your new family.”
“Yes, come, Rebel,” said Aeson. “They are dying to meet the woman who tamed Rossi.”
THE END
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