Page 10 of Of Pixies and Promises
Nyra stretched her legs out and shuffled to the side. “You can fit here.”
Sid slotted in the gap between her and the nest wall. Everywhere their thighs, hips, and shoulders touched was on fire. He couldn’t think of anything else but her unique feminine smell as he’d climbed after her. Fresh, feminine… same as a human female.
They weren’t so different. Nero’s lies blinded Sid to the truth, and he felt foolish at having believed them all his life. Even more foolish to have wanted to hurt Silver because of it.
Staring up at the stunning sunset through the leaves, he thought he might be in heaven, which was impossible because he’d sinned so much.
“You’re hurt,” Nyra mumbled and touched his head.
He winced as she pressed the lump. “I’m fine.”
“At least let me check it.”
“What can you know about human injuries? You heal fast.”
She glanced over her shoulder at her broken wings, then met his eyes flatly. “We still scar.”
He exhaled and flexed his fist. “You’re right. Are you sore?”
“A little. It doesn’t help that they’re pinned beneath me.”
Without thinking, he pulled her on top of him so she straddled his hips. She made aneepsound but didn’t fight him. Instead, she melted along his torso until her face was inches from his.
“That better?” he murmured.
She nodded, eyes wide. He couldn’t tear his gaze from hers and couldn’t tear his hands from her hips. Heat flared down his front… right to where his semi became a full-blown erection.
Chapter
Five
Afemale pixie only loved her wings being pinned when she was in heat and mated with her harem in the sky. When that frenzied dance came, each male took turns to capture her, pin her, and fuck her while airborne. They called it a dance, but it was a battle. The harem fought over their queen, fought to be the first and last, fought to be the one she remembered. This pinning was how a female created her first dust. It was an awakening, frightening, and empowering all at once.
Empowering because the female used her dust to control the potency and vigor of the coupling. If she wanted it done, she stopped dusting. If she wanted them to take turns with her until the end of time, she would dust forever.
Frightening because if her harem weren’t all present during this heated dance in the sky, she could fall or crash. Complete trust amongst the group was imperative.
Awakening because pinning the wings woke sexual needs for both genders. There was something exhilarating about being man-handled in the sky, all agency relinquished, submitting to a harem and their raw pixie urges.
How Nyra had dreamed of having her wings pinned by the right males. How disappointed she’d felt when realizing a mating frenzy would never happen without the ability to create pixie dust. She’d never be the sole object of their obsession, lust, or ultimate possession.
She might be a queen, but she won’t betheirqueen… whoevertheywere.
As this man touched her, she realized a loving, trusting connection was something she still desperately wanted. He stirred feelings inside her she wasn’t sure she could contain.
Her heart beat faster as Sid’s brown-eyed gaze smoldered. Her wings tingled, and a full-body tremble wracked her. More tingles cascaded down her spine, causing her to whimper in need.
Nyra broke his hold on her eyes and checked over her shoulder. Could it be possible? Was that tingle the start of pixie dust? But no… her hopes were dashed when the same smooth prismatic surface greeted her. The membrane was healing, but no golden powdery sheen covered them.
“Are you in pain?” he asked, frowning.
Of a sort, she wanted to say. Reluctantly, she dragged her gaze back to his handsome face. She hadn’t expected his raw concern, and it opened her heart.
“I thought I—” she started. Swallowed. Then thought, what-the-Well. She could confess everything to him because they’d never see each other again once their bargain was done. So she blurted out, “My wings tingled. I got excited because I thought I was making pixie dust.”
“You mentioned dust before. What is it?”
“When a pixie finds each mate of her harem, her wings create dust.” She wiggled, suddenly uncomfortable. But he tightened his grip on her hips, pinning her in place.
