Page 53 of Faking with the Fae King

Hannah stands, her gaze a little uncertain when she meets my eyes. “That was…” She flutters a hand toward the waterfall. “That was some kind of reaction to combining our magic, right? It doesn’t change anything. We’re still just faking the whole engagement thing.”

Is that what she sees our encounter as? A side-effect of magic? Does she deny her attraction to me? I cannot do the same—my knot refuses to be ignored, reminding me my enchanting little witch is special. I’ll simply have to seduce her fully until she’s begging to be in my bed for the next year.

I cup her cheek, her magic leaping up to meet mine. She sucks in a breath. “See? It’s the magic.”

“Oh, there’s certainly magic.” I cancel the lights, plunging us back into the dark of night. My eyes adjust quickly, but from Hannah’s squint, she can no longer see me clearly. I pitch my voice deeper, enjoying the way she shivers. “Come. I’ll take you home.”

My shadows coil around her as I take her into my arms, and I leap into the air, speeding along. My scent permeates her skin, marking her in a viscerally satisfying way.

I land at the door of her cottage and give her a light, teasing kiss, one guaranteed to leave her wanting more. “Dream of me, my enchanting little witch.”

Her huge eyes watch me, brimming with questions as I launch into the air.

I will find whatever answers I need to make her mine.

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

Hannah

When I wake up the next morning, I stretch and roll over, my whole body aching in the very best of ways. God, last night had been incredible. Being with Severin was the sexiest encounter of my entire life. I’ve never come like that before, so often or so hard. I’ve also never felt so connected to another person, so seen.

But I have no idea what magical sex is supposed to be like. For all I know, everything that happened between us is completely normal.

I’m so tired of not knowing about all of this magic stuff! On top of all my embarrassment over the first trial, I didn’t want to admit to Severin that this is yet another thing I’m ignorant about. So I tried to play it cool and make it sound like it was no big deal. Happens every day.

But god, it felt special.

Or was he only acting?

Ugh, I can’t tell which it is. Only one thing to do! I grab my phone from the nightstand and text Skye and Autumn.Anybody want to do brunch? The pixies have opened Slice of Life, and they have waffles!

You had me at brunch, Skye answers.

You had me at waffles, Autumn adds.

Meet you there in thirty?

They both like my text, so I roll out of bed and make my way through the kitchen to the back door. Swinging it open, I call out, “Morning!”

Luna pops out from behind a tree to wave that all’s well, and Finn trots out of the forest, yawning the whole way. As soon as his little tongue uncurls, he says, “This is an ungodly hour.”

“It’s ten thirty! I slept in.”

“Ungodly,” he repeats but squirms happily when I crouch down and give him scratchies. I hit an especially good place, and his left foot lifts, digging at the air and making me laugh.

“I discovered what my magic is last night. I can talk to animals!”

Finn’s eyes snap open, and his ears droop. “You can talk to all of them?”

He sounds upset by the news, which is the opposite of what I expected.

“I think so. What’s wrong?”

“Is that why you can talk to me?” It comes out as a worried whine. “Does this mean I’m not your familiar?”

“I’m sure you’re my familiar!” I hurry to reassure him. “No other animal talks tome like you do.”

He humphs.

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