Page 30 of Perfectly Perfect Pixie

There was no way to describe the feeling, the connection I had with the land and the plants that called it home. It was an all-consuming, welcoming buzz that filled every empty crevice. This land was everything to me. The longer I was bonded, the more difficult it would be to be away.

Releasing my seat belt, I crawled over the gear shift and into Lucroy’s lap. My wings bumped into the steering wheel, but I didn’t care. Lucroy’s large hands wrapped around my waist, the slightest of pressure. My hands found their way to his neck, my smaller fingers wrapping around the back of Lucroy’s head, kneading and massaging the tense skin there.

“Peaches—”

“Shh, I don’t know what we’re doing either. All I know is that I like it.” I shook my head, golden hair falling around my face, covering my arms, and pooling on Lucroy’s chest. “I have no idea how this will work. On paper, it makes no sense. I love the sun. I love my land. I love flying and being free.”

My fingers slid through Lucroy’s soft hair. His skin was so pale, the veins visible just below. Those fathomless black eyes bored into me, hints of crimson washing through like blood trickling through an endless river.

“I should not desire you either.” The edge of Lucroy’s lips lifted. “And yet, I find I can hardly think of anything or anyone else.” The sharp edges of his claws ghosted against my bare neck. “You show not an ounce of fear. And you should fear me, Peaches. I wish that were not so, but vampires can be cruel. We take what we want. Fairy law curbed our actions, but not our desires.”

“And yet, my quivering isn’t from fear.”

Lucroy’s hissed intake of breath came right before he yanked me down, lips smashing against mine. A squeal of absolute pleasure escaped my plundered lips. Going up on my knees, I mashed our bodies together, begging to get as close as physically possible. My cock was rock-hard, pressing against Lucroy’s belly, and his equally hard member brushed against my thigh.

“Lucroy,” I groaned, coming up for air. “I—”

He nipped my neck, not enough to pierce the skin, but enough to pull the blood to the surface.

“You smell divine.” Lucroy pulled away, eyes washed out in a crimson haze. “How can anything that smells that good be toxic?”

My muddled mead-and-lust-filled mind couldn’t begin to process those words. All I knew was that Lucroy was pulling away. Or rather, he was pushing me away. I’m not ashamed to say that I whimpered.

“No, don’t—”

“Peaches, we need to stop. At least for now. I will not go farther when you are under the influence, and there are things we need to discuss, with clearer minds, before something happens neither of us can take back.”

My mouth opened, closing on a snapped huff of disappointment. Sliding off Lucroy’s lap, I found my way back to the passenger seat. Sitting on my folded knees, I crossed my arms and huffed again. “I’m not that drunk.”

Lucroy’s soft chuckle made my toes tingle. “For what we need to discuss, you need to be not drunk at all.”

“Party pooper,” I childishly accused.

“I have been called far worse.” Lucroy sounded amused.

I was sobering enough to realize I’d likely be mortified when morning came and I remembered my actions.

The sprites chittering increased, along with their numbers. Some of them had plastered themselves to the window, openly gawking at what Lucroy and I were doing—or currently not doing.

With another huff, I dug my earpiece out and popped it in place. I immediately cringed as the cacophony of voices filled my ear. A headache was starting to settle in as the honeysuckle mead dissipated, leaving me with the beginnings of a hangover.

“Peaches! Are you okay?”

“What is that vamp doing to you?”

“Is he sucking your blood?”

“Oh, oh, oh . . .”

Fear, desperation, and anxiety bubbled through the sprites.

“Goddess, they think you’re hurting me.”

I didn’t wait to see Lucroy’s reaction. Throwing the door open, I nearly fell out of the Jeep. My wings kept me from making a complete ass out of myself.

I was instantly swarmed in shimmering lights. Thankfully I’d had enough sense to slam the door closed behind me. If I hadn’t, my sprite hoard might have attacked Lucroy. I had no idea what kind of damage they thought they could inflict, but determination seemed to be a weapon they had in spades.

“I’m fine,” I tried to reassure. “It’s not what you think.” Several minutes later, the sprites had calmed. Filled up on my pixie dust, some flew off while others landed on my shoulders and head, taking a much-needed breather.

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