“Never.”
It was a huge thing to tell her when he had no idea who she was. What she was. So many scenarios rushed into his head … again. But she couldn’t be bad. Could she? He’d know it if she were. Sense it. Fucking feel it!
Then it started. His eyes zeroing in on her when she started to shimmer. Her entire body started to lighten, shine, as if she had a brightness within her and she glowed from the inside. It was surreal watching her. As if it were a movie. Some sort of epic fantasy he was watching. Only it wasn’t. It was real. It was Savannah.
Her hair flew out behind her in a glorious halo, but it remained dark as night, even with the light shining all around her. Then he saw her legs glisten and glitter as if they were transparent before they became solid again before her body started to harden too. But … but … it was different in subtle ways as his eyes roamed up. Her hips were slimmer, her breasts were slightly smaller, her throat and neck longer, her face more delicate with cheekbones prominent and eyebrows arching high above gently sloped eyes. Eyes which were even more green, if it were possible, and surrounded by long eyelashes.
Savannah’s arms were outstretched, long, fine, and fragile, with fingers tipped with short clipped nails instead of the long red talons she’d sported before. Her scent wafting toward him as he took her ethereal beauty in, and he knew exactly what she was. What she’d been hiding, and wondered what the hell was going on.
“You’re stunning, Savannah. So fucking gorgeous … why? Why are you so scared to tell anyone? Even Storm. I’m confused, baby.”
Confused didn’t come close to how he felt. She shouldn’t be able to do what she’d done. The power she’d have to wield to hide her identity wasn’t available to her. Or it shouldn’t be. He knew her kind. Met them before, and none of them had been able to hide their true self from him. From humans, yes. From some other supernaturals, yes. From a shifter? No. Their senses could pick up on who they were. Usually. How did Savannah manage to hide herself?
“It’s a long story, but I’m not prepared to tell you everything. Not now.”
“You’re fae.”
“I am.”
“I can sense fae. How did you do this? How did you hide from Jagger and the rest of the pack?”
“With difficulty and a lot of power. It’s tiring.” She sighed. “I’m powerful because of who I am.”
He processed her words and what she wasn’t telling him. “You’re not a normal fae if you can wield enough power to hide from us. So, if not a normal fae, you must be…”
“Jesus, you don’t give up. Do you?”
“I can’t. It’s how my mind works.” He shrugged. “As I was saying. You must be special if you’ve been able to do this. I can say it, or you can tell me.”
“You might be wrong.” Her lip lifted and she quirked a brow.
“No, I won’t be. There’s only one answer to this puzzle. If you’re that powerful, then you’re royalty. If you’re royalty, it begs the question … what the fuck’s going on and why are you hiding out in the human world being an assistant to an author?”
She glided across the floor, away from him and to the nearest window. Staring out into the darkness with her back to him. He’d never seen anything so beautiful in his life. Ethereal, otherworldly even, and delicate, too, but he knew fae were anything but. They were strong, fearless, and would battle to keep their kind safe, as well as oversee and tend the forest or piece of nature they resided within.
They lived all over. From large swathes of woodlands, jungles, mountain ranges, anywhere nature resided you could find fae, and they’d fight to the death to protect what was theirs. So, what the hell was Savannah doing hiding out as a human?
“Savannah?” he pressed, walking over to stand behind her.
“We had a deal. Remember? I’d reveal myself and you wouldn’t ask questions I wasn’t prepared to answer at this time.”
Shit. She had him bang to rights. Then she looked over her shoulder with such a look of longing and sadness, it broke him. He saw deep down to her soul. Saw how much she was hurting. Saw the hope inside her he’d accept her right here and now. Saw the fear inside her too. Felt it as her eyes sought his, pleaded with him to agree to her terms. To say yes right here and now. Not to reject her … if he did, he knew she’d break.
If he did. He’d break too…
Chapter Seventeen
Her bright green eyes stayed on his. Her scent changed, filling his nostrils with her fear. Her despair. It was too much. He couldn’t stand it. His Savannah in pain. Wait. His Savannah? Was it what she was? Was that what this was?
Yes. Admit it, you fool, before you lose her. Even if only to yourself.
“Our deal stands.” Reaching for her, he took her into his arms for the first time as her true self, pulling her to him, cupping her face. “I’ll take you whatever way you’ll give yourself to me. We can work the rest out when you trust me. I won’t let you down.”
“Really?” Her eyes widened in surprise.
“Yes, really.” He pressed his lips to hers. Soft, warm, welcoming, heavenly.
He’d never felt anything like it before. He came alive the moment they met. Their kiss felt surreal, as if he were kissing an angel, but her hands on his body told him she was real. His reaction to her ignited a fire inside him like a volcano erupting, his cock hardening immediately to press against her. Savannah moaning into his mouth, her fingers tangling in his hair while she pushed her tongue inside to dance with his. His hand searching for a soft breast to caress gently, and finding it. He held the weight, squeezing with enough pressure to earn a passionate moan from her, and he felt the tip of her raised, round nipple against his palm.
Backing her up against the wall, where she hooked a leg around him, he couldn’t resist running his other hand over her soft, silky skin before gripping her ass and pressing himself against the full length of her body. All thoughts left him, his entire body and mind focused on her. Her hands roaming him until one found its way between them … rubbing his length with varying pressure from his base to his crown until he thought he’d lose his mind.
Gasping for air, he nipped the side of her mouth, down onto her neck, then back. “We should stop.”
“What?” She tugged on his hair, pulling him back to stare at him, with a puzzled look in her lust-filled eyes.
“I don’t want to disregard what you said.”
“Stop with the riddles and kiss me.”
“Hmm, I dearly want to, but you were the one who set the rules for tonight.”
“What rules?”
“First thing you said to me when I arrived. Remember?”
She frowned up at him, then shook her head. “Too much has happened, and I was stressed out.”
“We’re not having sex.” He struggled to regain normal breathing, disguising his plight by placing a quick peck on her neck, then another, and another. After another calming inhale, he all but growled into her ear, “As soon as you opened the door, it’s what you said to me.”
“Forget what I said. It was before I told you about what I was and…”
He didn’t need to hear anymore, his arms crushed her to him, kissing her fast and hard before picking her up and cradling her to his chest. “Bedroom?”
Savannah waved her arm, her eyes hooded with desire, as she gasped out, “There.”
Asher stormed toward the door, kicking it open and closed once they were inside. The bed sitting in the middle of the room was large and sturdy. A hand-made wooden queen with a plush quilt, and just right for what he had in mind, but then again, any soft spot away from prying eyes would have suited him. Walking over, he placed her down onto it gently, then stepped back to undress.
“Are you a screamer?” he asked, unbuttoning his shirt and toeing off his boots.
Her eyes popped open wide while her cheeks flamed red. “What?”
“You heard me.” His shirt dropped to the floor, her eyes roaming his chest, then followed his hands when he started to unb
uckle his belt. “Answer me. Are you a screamer?”
“Why do you want me to answer?” She breathed heavier when he unzipped his jeans to reveal he was commando, his cock springing free. Her tongue darting out to run over her bottom lip, lips he’d love to have wrapped around his cock. Tossing those distracting thoughts away, he focused on what she’d asked. What had it been?
“Hmm?”
“Why do you want to know—”
Remembrance came in a rush.
“We’re not far from Storm’s and Jagger has excellent hearing.” Dropping his pants, her eyes stayed locked on his groin. “I don’t care who hears us … but you might. Just thought you’d like to be aware.”
“Oh.” Her eyes popped up to his. “Right. I hadn’t thought of that.”
“Just so you know, I won’t be quiet. I don’t give a fuck who hears.”
Her eyes twinkled up at him, a little giggle escaping. “You’re saying you’re a screamer?”
“Babe, I don’t fucking scream … I roar. But now you’ve made fun of me, I’m going to make damn sure you do, and loud enough for the entire town to hear it.”
Reaching down, he tugged off his socks, then stepped toward her with a grin. Climbing onto the bed with her watching his every move, he grabbed her ankles, then pulled her quickly toward him. Savannah yelped when she found herself with her legs on either side of him and her ass up close and personal. Running his hands up and down her silk stockings before he grasped hold of the tiny piece of material between her thighs hiding her from him.
“Is this expensive?” She shook her head. “Good.”
He ripped the material clean off with no problem, then held it up in two fingers, waving it above her face before throwing it over his shoulder. She still wore her dress and it had to go. He needed to see her lain bare for him … especially to do what he’d vowed. Waggling his finger, he motioned her to him.
“Come here. You’re far too overdressed for this.”
Holding out his hand, Savannah linked hers with his and soon she was chest to chest with him. Her breath against his skin, her vein throbbing in her throat, her lips parted and her eyes wide with anticipation while his fingers slowly drew down the zipper. When his hands reached the base of her spine, he ran them back up her skin before slipping the material off her shoulders and down her arms until it dropped free.
“I need your help here.” He tipped his chin to urge her up to rid herself of the dress and she did so eagerly.
Once it was gone, all that remained was a sexy, red bra. He considered removing it, but it looked so damn hot, he decided to leave it. He gave her another kiss before placing her back down onto the comforter. She looked delicious, his mouth watering at the delicacy before him. The aroma from her desire washing over him and sending his nostrils flaring to inhale as much as he could, but as he stared down at her, he paused. Her new form causing him to stall when he took in the fragility of her arms, the thin waist, and the thighs he now held, showing him the difference between her previous form and the one he now held.
Savannah was beautiful, graceful, ethereal … but still he hesitated because she appeared fragile now. Delicate in his large paws, and he couldn’t stand the thought of causing her harm, even if he didn’t mean to. He’d never been what could be called a gentle lover. Now he wondered if he’d hurt her … especially with his crass remark earlier. Would her screams be in pleasure? Or pain?
“Babe, please tell me if I’m too rough. I want you so fucking bad. My control is almost at its limits.”
“I’m fae.” Savannah reached to stroke his hands holding her thighs. “I’m royalty. I’m strong. If you think you’ll hurt me, then you’re mistaken. You think too highly of yourself, wolf. If anyone’s injured tonight … it’ll be you.”
Her frankness surprised him, then again, he shouldn’t have been. He’d been drawn to her, and not just because she was hot. She’d been feisty and strong, with a good helping of fuck you. He didn’t give two hoots she was human. He still wanted her, craved her. Now he knew she was fae, and royalty to boot, he should have no worries. Certainly not about frailty on her part. Too many made that mistake when encountering fae and ended up regretting it.
“Sorry, you just look different. I know fae are strong, but you don’t look it. And before you give me shit for saying it, I know how it sounds. I’m wrong.”
“Damn straight. You look at me differently now because my appearance has changed, but I’m stronger than a human. I have powers they don’t. What you should do is stop being a chauvinistic pig. And yes, I know shifters are all Alpha male types. I get it, and I actually quite like it, but not all the time. I’m no shrinking violet, and I don’t need you to come riding in to rescue me. I’m not Storm. If push comes to shove, I can take care of myself and those I care about.”
Every word hit him as if she were physically attacking him. Each time hurt. Hard. She was right and he was definitely wrong. Now he realized she’d been on edge about being revealed for who she was and not about Nash. Or maybe there was more to the Nash thing and he just didn’t know about it. Yet. She wasn’t feeble in any sense of the word, though. No matter how she appeared. To him, to anyone, and he’d show her he’d moved past his misconceptions right here and now.
“I hear you, loud and clear.” Pushing her back onto the bed, he grinned. “Are you ready to scream?”
“Do your worst, shifter.” She smirked up at him.
He knew just where to start. It’s what he’d been planning on when he’d carried her into the room. Her sweet scent had delved into his senses until it had overtaken him to the point of a raw hunger of only what she could give him. He wanted to send her to heaven … or as close as he could get. His own feelings didn’t come into it. Not yet. Savannah’s came first. Her body lay before him and he wanted nothing more than to lavish her with pleasure to show her what she meant to him.
Hooking her legs beneath his arms, he inhaled deeply. “You smell divine. Since you neglected to feed me, I guess I’ll have to eat you instead. You’ll let me take my fill. Won’t you?”
Her response … a sharp gasp, then pulling her bottom lip between her teeth and her hands spreading to grasp the plump cover beneath. Looked as if she liked the idea, so he moved back to settle between her thighs. Running the tips of his fingers along her skin, Savannah jumped when he reached her pussy. With one hand, he spread her open, finally able to feast upon her with his eyes, before he did with his tongue. His thumb ran over her sensitive nub, teasing her until her soft skin glistened with her juices. Unable to deny himself any longer, he dipped his head lower, inhaling deeply before blowing a soft breath across the heat radiating from her. Savannah moaned, the sound of her passion sent shivers racing down his spine and his cock to harden into a steely length.
Darting his tongue out for his first taste, he ignored the urge to sate himself, to eat her with the abandon he wanted. Their first time would be memorable for them both, and to do that, Asher needed to take his time. Teasing with a long, unhurried stroke served to draw more of her essence for him to savor when it exploded on his taste buds. A delicious mix of flavors hit him when he sucked her harder, pulling her closer to him firmly, tighter, burying his head as far as he could between her thighs. Her legs hooked over his shoulders, heels digging into his back, and her heart thundering wildly … then he opened his mouth to gently nip her. Dragging his teeth over her swollen clit as he continued to build her to the crest. She let out a scream before yelling his name.
“Ash! Fuck! Ash!”
Everything about her turned him on. Her scent, her taste, but the best thing ever was hearing his name fall from her lips with such wild abandon. It wasn’t enough, or nearly loud enough. Not yet. He wanted so much more. He wanted her to lose control, to surge into that place where bliss takes over, and he wanted to be the sole cause of it. He yearned to hear her scream loud enough so everyone would know she was his … and he was hers. He longed to bring her to the brink, launch her over it, and then
join her with their bodies bound together in pure delight.
In short, he wanted all of her while giving her all of him.
Flattening his tongue to swipe her full length before settling on her clit once more, Savannah’s body shuddered, her breathing coming in short, sharp gasps. “Yes, oh shit, yes. Right there, Ash.”
He remained there with his mouth and pressed his finger into her channel. She was wet, and once again, his straining cock reminded him where it wanted to be. Her back arched and her neck strained while her head tilted back, her hands suddenly plunged into his hair, gripping him, holding him firmly in place. Her moans raised to higher pitched wails as she neared the edge, but he didn’t waver, didn’t stop, searching inside for the elusive spot to give her an even better orgasm. Only his search was futile … her fingers tearing at his hair, her screams tearing through the room, her body shaking beneath him and he knew she’d fallen over into ecstasy with the total and complete wild abandon he’d wanted her to.
He licked over her, taking her juices into his mouth as she continued to feed him the most delicious meal he’d ever had. Her thighs were shaking again while he continued to suck her engorged clit for a few moments. Savannah called out to him to stop, her throat croaked when she did, it was dry, and her voice soft. “Stop, if you don’t, I’m going to shatter.”
But it’s what he longed for her to do, blast apart into a million orgasmic pieces as she came and returned from the clouds into the safety of his arms.
“I will if it’s what you want.”
He drew the tip of his pointed tongue over her flesh in lazy circles, flicking her clit, loving the gasp that followed. Savannah didn’t move a bit to close her legs or shift away from him. Instead, she shifted her hips upward, giving that part of her over to him to plunder once more.
“Mmmm…”
His voice vibrated in his chest, sending the waves up his throat onto her pussy.
“Oh! Ash! What is that? Whatever it is, don’t stop!”
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