Page 10 of Lucky or Knot
As an opening salvo, I grinned down at him, wicked, teasing, letting my fangs—long and sharp even compared to other tigers—drop all the way. When we were teenagers, my big sister had nicknamed me Smilodon. Being a dumbass, I’d thought she meant I looked friendly until I’d accidentally learned what it was on a class field trip to a natural history museum.
Sisters were more monstrous than any prehistoric beast you could name.
But my unusually large canines came in handy sometimes, and watching the fairy’s pretty mouth fall open in shock made my sister’s howls of laughter worthwhile. My eyes glowed alpha gold, too, now that I’d stopped making an effort to prevent it.
“What are you going to do with those teeth? And don’t make a Little Red Riding Hood joke,” he added. “I’m not in the mood.”
“Whatever I want. Also,” and I dipped my head down even lower, finally,finallynuzzling under his pointy chin, with my nose behind his ear…and the scent of him, fuck, “I’m not a stupid werewolf.”
“No?” He’d gone high and breathy. Mmm. Satisfying. I smiled against his neck, probably looking a lot like an actual Smilodon, if he’d been able to see it. “What are—oh—you, then?”
My lips barely brushed the soft skin below his ear, the first time our bodies had touched. And damn him, but it was more than enough for an electric heat to bloom in my mouth, travel down my spine, raise all the hair on the back of my neck. The wild impulse to bite, to savage him, rose up and nearlychoked me. I forced it down, sweat beading on my hairline.
“None of your business,” I said, my voice a low growl, and closed the last millimeter of distance between my lips and his tender throat.
He let out a startled sound halfway between a cry and a whimper, and when I swiped his skin with my tongue, letting him feel its rough texture, he trailed off in a moan.
The lemon-sugar taste of him nearly had my eyes rolling back in my head. If all fairies were this delicious, no wonder they kept themselves secluded away from the rougher, more predatory species. Not even magic would be enough to keep them safe from a powerful alpha with no scruples.
ButIhad scruples, even if my instincts didn’t.
Some. Not many.
Anyway, ravaging him would only get me a pissy fairy, not his surrender. After his bullshit and his attitude, I wasn’t going to be satisfied with anything less.
At last he swayed against me, and I caught him with one hand splayed against the middle of his spine and the other sliding down over the curve of his hip and ass. Scruples didn’t have to include not copping a feel, after all. And he felt as lush as I’d hoped, slim but with rounded, firm muscle where it counted.
I pinned him there, not quite pressed against me, and licked and sucked at his throat, savoring every bit of his sweetness, moving to the front and nipping him right above that high collar, making stinging marks on his perfect fae skin.
He started to squirm, muttering little protests. I slid my hand up and indulged myself, collecting a fistful of that shiny fall of hair and tugging his head back.
Not painfully. Not enough to break my promise. But it threw him off balance, and his hands flew up to grab my shoulders and steady himself. His fingers dug in like claws. I wished they were. He could scratch the hell out of me if hewanted to, hiss like a wildcat. But he’d probably be horribly offended if I suggested it.
He arched, wriggled, and then gasped, eyes going wide, as I gave in to temptation and used my hand on his hip to shove us flush together.
The fairy froze, mouth open. My cock dug into his stomach, fully erect, and by that expression of shock, he could feel every gods-damned inch. I rubbed against him, slowly, using the same bump and grind of my hips that I would have on stage. And I didn’t waver from staring him right in the eyes, either, letting him see and feel and really understand what I was going to do to him.
Fuck him so hard and deep I’d run the risk of breaking his ribs, for one thing. For another, make him come so many damn times he’d be sobbing out apologies for doubting me.
The long, bent-back curve of his throat showed it clearly when he swallowed hard, and I was pleased to see the blush on his cheeks had spread all the way down to his collar.
“What’s your name?” I smiled, showing the fangs again. “I need something to call you by when I’m telling you how to take my cock.”
His grip on my shoulders tightened almost painfully. Christ, but he was a lot stronger than he looked.
Good.
His eyes glinted with something akin to an alpha’s glow, giving a window into his inner magic. He couldn’t lift his chin, because I had it at a sharp angle already, but he somehow managed to give the impression of doing so anyway.
“You arenotgoing to tell me how to take your—mmph!”
Nope, not putting up with that kind of talk. I swooped down and kissed that absurdity off of his parted lips, biting the lower one, sweeping into his mouth, a full-body shiver coursing down my back and lodging in my balls as he responded, theforked tip of his tongue flickering. I’d never been tickled while I kissed someone, never tasted a mouth even more inhuman than my own, with its flavor of hot sugar and lemony tartness and spring wildflowers.
I crushed him against me and bent him back, devouring him, and if I’d already had the foresight to strip him out of those ridiculous clothes, I’d have spread his legs and shoved inside without further ado.
Luckily for his ability to walk tomorrow, I hadn’t even gotten around to that maddening button yet.
So instead, I lifted him mostly off the ground, stripper heels dragging on the carpet and kicking me in the shins, and carried him the few steps to the bed. He’d stopped trying to do anything but kiss me back, soft lips pliant but tongue wickedly teasing, and I could do that for hours, but that way lay madness, so I broke the kiss and tossed him onto the bed, his mouth forming an O of shock and his arms and long hair flying in all directions.
