Page 65 of A Shard of Ice

Despite everything going on around us, I smile. I feel wired. Like I’ll never be able to sleep, but I do. It doesn’t take long for the exhaustion to take me.

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Damon

The first thing I realize as I wake is that my cock is still hard as rock. The second is that I slept for hours. No one woke me to take over the watch. I must say, I’m grateful. I was exhausted, and Xander must have known it. He knows me well.

My cock twitches. Gods be damned! I can’t seem to help it. Her ass is right up against me. If I’m honest with myself – which isn’t always practical, and so I’m not – but, if I’m honest, I’ve been not just attracted to Kyrie but in love with her for a long time now. I’ve tried to fight it because we were friends. Kyrie never felt the same way about me, which meant I had to fight it. I still have to. Everything has changed, and yet that hasn’t.

It’s only since my change that Kyrie has viewed me as anything other than a friend. After my transformation, her looks were either of hate and mistrust or of desire. I saw her looking. I saw her eyes heat and how she couldn’t look away.

When Kyrie regarded me as a friend, it was easy to push my feelings down. To ignore them. This turn of events makes itmore difficult. Kyrie is just as attracted to me now that we aren’t friends anymore. Now that I’m a fae.

Kyrie rubs up against me, grinding her ass against my cock. She’s just moving in her sleep, but my cock doesn’t seem to realize or care.

I bite back a moan as my balls pull tight. I’ve found release many times with thoughts of this female. Of how Kyrie would look if I was buried deep inside her. Of the noises she would make. Of how she would look while she was coming hard. Not just on my cock, but on my mouth, too. I’ve pictured her opening her legs wider for me or urging me on by digging her heels into my ass or how her nails would feel scratching my back.

Her whole body tenses when she wakes up. I feel it. I hear it in her breathing.

I don’t blame her, since my cock is pressed tightly against her. I can’t help it.

“Morning. Did you sleep okay?” I ask her like a complete idiot.

“Um…ahhhh…” She’s out of sorts. “Yes…better than I thought I would.” Then she’s scrambling out of the bedroll. Running away from me and my improper ways, and I can’t say I blame her.

“Morning,” Xander and his female say in unison. They’re still wrapped up together, all cozy.

I sit, staying under the blankets. I need to wait for things to calm down first before I can stand or do much of anything.

“I want to officially introduce you to my wife, Thesha,” Xander says. “Thesha, this is my good friend…Damon.”

I cringe inwardly, expecting him to say something about me being the king of the icefae. Bless Kakara because it doesn’t happen.

“Ummm…wife…wow! Congratulations. Nice to meet you, Thesha. You must have the patience of a saint and be half blind to have married Xander.”

Xander chokes out a laugh. “You’re such a prick,” he says in a good-natured manner that makes me smile.

I glance over at Kyrie, and the smile dies. I really need to come clean about who I really am. Perhaps she already knows, although I doubt it. I’m pretty sure she knows I’m hiding something. Maybe she even suspects what it is. From the look she is giving me, I think the latter is true. It’s with curiosity and uncertainty. She wouldn’t let me tell her, then I couldn’t tell her, and now, I…I don’t want to. I don’t scare easily, but I’m afraid of what her reaction would be. Especially now that we seem to be…finding each other again.

Will she hate me?

I hope not.

“No, really, you’ll have to explain to me what you saw in this scoundrel, Thesha.” I point at Xander using my thumb.

“I’ve asked myself the same thing quite a number of times.” Thesha smiles.

“Hey! Ganging up on me, I see.” Xander is smiling, too.

“How do you know each other?” Kyrie asks, looking from me to Xander.

“We’ve known each other since we were children. You could say that our families were friends, and so we became friends,” Xander says.

“Your families were friends,” she repeats. “Did you see each other often?”

“We’d have these big annual get-togethers that lasted several days.” Xander has this faraway look as he reminisces. “Each year, it was in a different kingdom, with each of the courts taking turns to host.” He chuckles. “We kids had the best time. We’d arrive in our finest silks, and within no time, we’d be covered inmud from head to toe. Our nursemaids had to work overtime to scrub us clean for the lavish dinners. Remember how we’d hunt and fish and generally run amok like complete ruffians instead of…instead of well-mannered youngsters?” He seems to catch himself toward the end. I think he’d probably intended to call us royals or young princes.

“Silks and nursemaids. I think it might be time you told me what in Kakara’s name is going on.” Kyrie looks at me, folding her arms. There is fire in her eyes. All I can think of is how beautiful she looks.

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