Page 29 of Their Fated Magic

My ideal day? It’s hard not to smile. “Oh, that’s easy. I’m happiest when I’m working with metal. I’d have my own smithy, and I’d spend my whole day creating incredible swords and daggers that people would appreciate.” There’s something else though. Something I never thought possible before this moment. “Then I’d come home to someone who loves and adores me, and we’d spend the evening together.”

He squeezes my hand. “That sounds nice. Much better than fighting these battles with wolves and monsters like I have to do.” He pauses, then pushes on. “And maybe this person who adores you could eat a tasty dinner with you and rub your feet. Maybe the day would end tangled up in sheets together.”

My cheeks feel hot. “Maybe.”

He looks happy. “Anything else you want?”

I think. “I love laughing.”

“Then I’ll make sure to make you laugh all the time.”

And he sounds so sincere that it makes me want to kiss him. But I don’t. How would he even respond if I jumped on him and kissed him right now?

We come upon a hot spring. Steam rises up from a pale blue lake, looking so serene and beautiful and inviting. My dirty skin aches to slip into it.

Garrick kneels down and touches the water. “Perfect temperature.”

“Is it?” I’m dying to get in.

“We should wash ourselves here, since it’s groundwater. And it’ll be a hell of a lot better than that freezing river out on the mountain.”

“You think so?”

He nods. “We might as well take advantage of a good opportunity.”

My thoughts start working. “Won’t the wolves worry?”

He flashes me a grin. “Let them worry. The assholes deserve it.”

Before I can say more, Garrick takes off his shirt and drops it on the ground next to him. My mouth runs dry as my gaze slides over his broad, muscular chest, and the eight pack of rippling muscles on his stomach. I can’t help but to stare, open-mouthed, at his body. His muscles have muscles.

He’s irresistible.

“Are you just going to stare or are you going to get undressed too?” he asks, grinning.

“Get undressed too,” I say, my voice a few levels too high.

I put my hands at the bottom of my shirt, but hesitate. The truth is I’m embarrassed to undress in front of him. I’ve never been naked around anyone before. What if he sees my scars and thinks they’re ugly? What if he wishes I had bigger breasts or smaller hips?

Garrick reaches for his pants, undoes them, and slowly draws them down. His cock leaps free, not hard, but not small either, and I gasp. He’s huge!

“What?” Garricks asks with a chuckle as I continue to gape at his package.

My brain has malfunctioned. I don’t know what to say, but I open my mouth and start speaking. “You’re so…big. I–I saw a guy naked once before, but it wasn’t like that.” I point to him. “He was tiny. Yours looks like you could eat his. Or maybe like it’s eaten ten of his and gotten too big for its own good.”

Drogo was big, I think. But he wasn’t that big.

My mouth keeps working, even though I don’t know what I’m saying. “How did you get so big?”

He grows bigger as I talk, and I can’t believe my eyes when he’s erect and swollen. There’s a giant meat sword, waving in the air. Just the idea of ever putting that inside me makes me squirm. Makes me feel hot and flustered all at once.

“Do you have a problem with my cock?” he asks softly, his voice low and deep.

I lick my lips, feeling uncomfortable. “No. It’s… beautiful.”

And he is. I never thought much about men’s bodies, but every part of Garrick is beautiful. I’m amazed by him. Even more so, I think I’m attracted to him and his naked cock.

Garrick lets out a groan, closing in the distance between us and pulling me against him. His lips find mind, and this kiss isn’t soft. It’s hard and hungry and all-consuming.

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