by J. M. Madden
Violet had reared away from him and was even now pulling farther away. Rory reached out and put his hand on her knee, stalling her movement. She had a look in her eyes that told him she was starting to believe he was crazy.
“Listen to me a minute. It’s why you feel the need to come here, to this park. It’s a ‘Tween Place where you can feel the old magic of Faerie. Look at what you’re sitting on. The grass is green under you right now, but I bet even in the middle of winter you can tell this circle is here. Fairies haven’t been around for hundreds of years, but their descendants are. Your grandfather was Fae, as I suspect your mother was, and I know you are.”
Violet stopped moving altogether, her eyes were hooded and cold. Rory knew she was thinking about what he said, but was still leery.
“When you walked into the tree line,” he continued, “you felt it. Didn’t you? You feel it every time you walk through the old growth trees. If you look, the trees are probably oak, ash and thorn. It’s why your grandfather brought you here—to be closer to the magic.”
Violet stopped pulling away from him and just listened, but he could see recognition of the things he was telling her.
Leaning over to look in her eyes he told her, “It’s why I’ve been here before as well. There are magic hot spots like this, or nodes we call them, all around the country. Not as strong here in the States, but significant. Several hundred years ago the magic seemed to recognize that it was dying out because the Fae blood had become so diluted. In an effort to strengthen itself it concentrated in areas that would be a pull to people with ancient blood in their ancestry. You were pulling me to you even though you didn’t know it.”
Looking pointedly at her beaded nipples, he let go of her knee.
“Even now, sitting this close together, I still feel your pull. I’ve had the hard-on from hell for a month and a half and I bet you’ve had the same issues. Am I wrong?”
Violet shook her head, glancing at his crotch. Rory felt it as if it were a physical touch and hardened to the point of pain. With a growl he laid back on the grass, stretching out his legs and trying to adjust his cock. Squeezing, he tried to ease the pain of being contained, but it was a lost cause now until he could do something about it. Covering his face with his arm he just laid there and breathed, trying to will it away.
Violet shifted beside him and Rory figured she was getting up and heading to the car. Instead he felt the lightest of strokes on his dick before her hand pulled away. Was this her way of telling him she believed what he was telling her?
“So, what happens with this attraction?” she whispered. “Will it burn out after a while, or is this going somewhere?”
Rolling onto his elbow, he opened his eyes to look at her. “Are you sure you want to know?”
Pushing her bangs off her forehead, she nodded.
“According to my father, when people like us feel this kind of draw we have to be together. It’s imperative. We will never find true happiness anywhere else.”
The breath stalled in his lungs as he waited for her response. That was a pretty heavy weight he had just loaded onto her shoulders. Basically it was be with him or no one else. Rory didn’t like to look at it that way, but that was pretty much what it came down to.
It didn’t say much for his relationship with Sandro either. Even though he didn’t think it would affect their love, what if it did?
“My grandfather used to tell me stories,” she admitted softly, “when I was little about finding the one I was meant to be with. But there were always challenges and heroes, and princesses and other fanciful things. Even my parents’ love he romanticized. He said my mother and father had lost themselves in their joy.”
“Which does happen if the couple involved isn’t careful. It happens more than we care to admit.”
Several quiet minutes passed as Violet digested what he had told her. The water continued to swirl lazily and a pair of squirrels in a tree bickered back and forth. Rory ran his hands through the grass they sat upon and felt the throbbing hum of a distant power.
Violet gasped and leaned toward him as if pulled by strings.
“Do that again,” she said softly.
Stretching out his arm, he brushed a wide arc of grass. Violet shivered convulsively, placing her right hand against her breast.
“God, I feel that straight down my body. Does it normally do that?”
Rory shook his head in answer, but her eyes were closed. She was subtly shifting back and forth, manipulating her hips on the ground. Dark-lashed lids fluttered to rest on her cheeks and Rory thought she was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. Once again his cock came roaring back to life and he couldn’t help but reach out to stroke the turgid nipple he could see under the purple t-shirt. Violet gasped, pushing her chest into his hand.
Rory needed no more encouragement. With a hand behind her head he slanted his mouth to hers. Even though he tried to be gentle, the past weeks had been hard on him and he was frustrated. Violet didn’t seem to mind. Her lips moved under his as if the movement was choreographed ahead of time, meeting him equally. When his tongue slipped inside, hers was there to meet it, gliding sinuously. Rory thought she tasted of coffee, sweetness and satisfaction.
Violet moaned deep in her throat, clutching his shirt in tight fists. Rory felt himself being tugged down on top of her, which was fine with him. Bracing one hand to the side, he tried to distribute his weight so he wouldn’t crush her but she was having none of that. With a growl she pulled him completely on top of her, wrapping her long legs around his hips. Tilting her pelvis, she rocked her hips up into his erection and Rory shuddered at the contact. Damn, that felt good.
Jostling a bit, he tugged her shoulders up enough to rip her shirt off and toss it away, then laid her back down. He paused when he saw her bra. It was the pretty blue satin one again and her nipples were so hard behind the cups they looked painful. This piece of fabric had haunted his dreams for weeks now. Cupping her ribcage in his hands, he pulled her breasts up to his mouth. Violet gasped as he engulfed one perfect globe with his mouth, bra and all. Running his tongue over her nipple, he could feel her muscles quivering. His right hand spanned her second breast and he flicked her nipple with his thumb.
Violet screamed and convulsed in his arms, rocking her hips up into his. It was absolutely everything he could do not to come in his pants like a boy. Pulling his hips away he panted, resting his head against her tummy as he waited for her to calm.
LASSITUDE WASHED OVER Violet and her spasms slowed. That was exactly what she needed. Rory’s head rested on her chest and his panting breath tickled her side. Tunneling her fingers into his thick auburn hair, she hugged him to her before pulling his face to hers for a long, lingering kiss.
Carefully he eased his body down on top of hers and Violet felt how very full he was. The erection nestling into the cradle of her hips had to be painful because there was no give to it at all. It was as full as it possibly could be. The harsh grimace on Rory’s face told her he was almost to the end of his rope.
Pushing on his shoulders, Violet rolled Rory over in the grass. It was like trying to push a tank, but he let her think she did it. Violet straddled his upper legs. Tugging the belt open, she unhooked the top of his chinos. Rory groaned as she bumped him lightly. Violet paused for a moment then very carefully pulled the zipper apart.
Rory breathed more deeply as the restriction on his cock eased. Violet smiled down into his eyes as she pulled the elastic of his underwear out and away to loop underneath his balls. Pumping blood made his cock bounce over his belly and a drop of come slid down the length of him. Reaching forward, Violet wrapped her hand around the width of him, lubricating her hand. Rory gasped and jerked beneath her. Using the very tips of her fingers she gathered the moisture and dragged it to the tip. Leaning forward, she made one long lick up, swirling in the salty treat. Rory surged beneath her and out of the corner of her eyes she saw him dig his fingers into the ground.
Violet
gasped in surprise and flexed over top of him. Just touching the ground like that sent another little mini-orgasm through her. Snatching at his hands, she brought them up to rest on her hips. This time was for him.
Swirling her tongue around the head of him, Violet teased the flushed crown with her fingertips. The pad of her thumb made little circles on the slit in the center, then down just below the rim and back up.
“Oh, goddess. You need to stop.” His voice had turned harsh with need.
“No, I’m not going to stop. You’re going to come in my hand, then I’m going to lick you clean and ride you and make you come again. I don’t think one orgasm is enough for either one of us.”
Rory seemed to agree with her assessment. When she started tugging and swirling with her hand again he moved his hips in counter point to her movements. Violet couldn’t help but snug herself forward, rubbing her clit against the base of his cock. Even through her jeans he felt phenomenal. Within a minute he was pulsing in her hand. Violet guided his cock out just a bit and watched as streams of white semen spattered into the grass beside them. Rory’s movements almost bucked her off of him altogether. If he hadn’t been holding onto her hips she probably would have fallen off. The cry that she wrenched out of his throat was truly predatory.
Leaning down she did as promised, licking off the last few spots of his release. It was salty yet sweet at the same time and fired her taste buds. Rory had softened with his ejaculation, but with Violet’s gentle ministrations the flesh in her hands began hardening once again.
Unable to wait any longer, he pushed Violet to a standing position and ripped her jeans and panties off her legs. Rory cupped her ass in his unrelenting hands and forced her to stand straddled over him as he speared his tongue into her wet depths. Violet shuddered at the contact and her knees almost collapsed. If Rory had been any other man she would have fallen. Nobody else would have been able to hold her and manipulate her body at the same time. When his clever tongue slid up to circle her clit, Violet screamed with the pleasure of it. The woods seemed to absorb the sound and bounce it back to her, and for a moment she thought she heard the happy echo of bells chiming.
Rory brought her attention back to him when he speared a thick finger up into her pussy. Crooking his finger to hook her pubic bone, he glided over her g-spot repeatedly. At the same time he suckled on her clit, dancing his tongue over top of it.
Violet unraveled. Spasms contorted her body over top of him as Rory wrapped his arms around her hips and held his face to her lower belly. It took a long time for the deep body quakes to slow but Rory was patient.
Once Violet caught her breath she pulled away. Rory’s erection was just as hard as ever. Pre-ejaculate coursed down his length almost constantly. Taking the condom from his hand, she gently worked it down his length.
Rory quivered with need. Violet pushed him back to lie on the ground. Spreading her legs over top of him, she lowered herself down onto his cock in one long glide. They both groaned. She wasn’t all the way down but she had to be close. She felt so achingly full. Rory spanned her hips with his hands and Violet rested her palms on his chest, leaning forward slightly to ease the pressure on her cervix. She began rocking subtly, just tiny little movements.
Rory stopped her movement with his hands. “Just a minute, babe.”
Violet paused above him and waited patiently. Rory groaned when she started contracting her internal muscles around him, trying to push him toward climax. God, that felt good. His hands were holding her in place but he had no control over what she was doing inside. Clenching down hard, she pulsed around him.
Rory tried hard not to let go but she forced him to the brink. With a roar he pounded himself up inside her, holding her hips tight to him. Violet screamed as she finally absorbed the full length of him into her body. Pain competed with pleasure as she tried to relax and take the pounding, but it was difficult. Rory seemed to know how much he was demanding and he really did try to be gentle, but he was too far beyond stopping. Lifting her up to the very tip of himself, he held her there for several long seconds, just teasing at her entrance before gliding her back down. Violet’s breath eased out of her as her body began accepting him more easily, and the pleasure began to take precedence over the pain. Rory lifted her up and down slowly several more times before pulling her forward to lie on his chest. Bending his legs, he planted his heels in the grass and started pulling her forward and back on his cock.
The new position really began to build her again. Violet bit back a gasp as he deliberately slid over her g-spot. Cupping her head in his big hand, Rory turned her face to his and swallowed her mouth.
Violet had never felt more submissive. With one hand on her hip and the other behind her head, Rory was manipulating everything even though she was on top of him. His hips were not hindered by the ground at all, stroking into her ferociously.
Then, from one moment to the next she was coming again. As she convulsed around him, Rory reached the end of his own rope. Slamming up into her in desperation, he roared out his own completion.
Chapter Six
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VIOLET THOUGHT SHE must have passed out for a few minutes from the pleasure. Or maybe her brain was just starved for oxygen from the screaming. She hoped nobody had heard them while they were doing their thing. It had probably sounded like a gruesome murder was taking place.
Rory still cupped her head but he was stroking her hair now. His heart was pounding loudly beneath her ear.
“You okay?” he rumbled.
Violet nodded but she didn’t want to move just yet. He was too comfortable. Normally sex with another person kind of left her with an ick factor. It wasn’t that way with Rory. Not at all. She wanted to stay in this spot for as long as he would let her. Even knowing her ass was hanging out in the air for anybody to see she wanted to stay right here.
Rory was the first to shift, so, with a sigh, she pulled away from his cock. She rolled to the ground beside him, totally boneless. She was replete. Completely satisfied. Never before had she been so consumed, so completely overwhelmed.
“I think I’ve died and gone to heaven,” she whispered.
Rory chuckled. “I think we’ve both died then, because I’m the same way.”
Violet eventually levered herself up and walked to the stream. Wading in, she cupped water to wash her thighs and between her legs.
Rory was on his feet all tucked in and proper when she waded out. Violet had the fleeting thought that it was such a waste to cover such an exceptional body. Slicking her hands down over her butt and thighs, she tried to remove as much moisture as possible before pulling on her panties. The tight jeans would have to wait for a minute till she was completely dry.
“What is Alessandro going to say about this?” she asked.
Rory looked toward the parking area even though the view was obscured. The harsh angles of his face softened.
“I think he’ll be fine with this. He knows…more than the average human about the Fae. He understands we are more elemental, more organic. I wouldn’t be surprised if he had something a little supernatural in his background as well.”
Violet crossed her arms over her belly. “Even if he does, you don’t think his feelings will be hurt?”
Shaking his head Rory straightened his shirt, brushing some grass off his pants. “A little bit, maybe. But I will make it up to him.”
Violet was envious of the look she saw cross his face. It was eagerness and love. How would it feel to be so secure in a relationship? She couldn’t even keep anything going for more than a few months. A few hours…
“Okay,” she said doubtfully. “If you say so.”
Reaching down for her jeans, Violet gasped in surprise. Wildflowers had popped up on the grass where they had been making love. They were all over. There was an especially heavy patch where Rory had ejaculated.
“Oh my god,” she murmured.
Rory was grinning like he had known it was going to happen.
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sp; “How did it do that?” she demanded.
Kneeling, he ran his hand over a copse of bluebells.
“Well, this is a magic node. And when two Fae beings such as ourselves get together in this particular spot,” he motioned to the grass ring all around them, “the magic is happy—satisfied, I guess you can say. What we did here helps replenish the magic, too.”
Violet shook her head in wonder, pushing her hair behind her ears. She couldn’t believe how things had changed in the past twelve hours. The basic understanding of who she was had been altered. Hell, it was completely being renovated. She had always known there were unexplainable things in the world, ghosts and spirits and such, but she had never imagined being part of it.
Rory looked like a Fae being just because he had the looks.
“I thought Fae had pointy ears and stuff?”
Laughing, he nodded his head. “Many years ago they did.”
Violet frowned, kind of unhappy with the answer. Tugging on her jeans, she tried not to trample the budding flowers, but they seemed to be growing under her feet even as she watched. Snatching up her tennis shoes, she stepped out of the ring to bend down and put them on.
“Violet, how does your hand feel?”
“What?”
Rory repeated his question but she didn’t hear him—she was already pulling the gauze off her hand. It wasn’t aching at all. When she tied her shoes she noticed it wasn’t feeling too bad. She couldn’t even really feel the cut. As the pad over her stitches fell away she reeled in surprise. The cut was gone. The stitches were gone. All that was left was a faint scar where the cut had been.
Lifting a hand to her face, she felt her right cheekbone. The swelling was gone. Looking to Rory, she silently asked a question.
“Almost all the bruising is gone,” he confirmed. “You still have a bit of a shiner, but it’s much better.”
Alessandro was leaning against the side of the car when she plunged out of the woods. He moved aside obligingly as she went to the car’s side mirrors where she looked for the evidence herself.
