Page 11 of Of Pixies and Promises
Goodness.She liked how he touched her.
“What does the dust do?”
“It’s an aphrodisiac.” Her cheeks burned.
His brows lifted, but he said nothing. He also didn’t scoff or snap or tease. He just looked at her with steady eyes. So she continued.
“I’ve never made dust,” she confessed. “I’m soon to be coronated as the queen of our tribe, and I’m supposed to find a harem to rule as my consorts. A pixie queenmusthave protection, and she’s the central power source for her harem and the entire tribe. As queen, I will have a greater capacity for holding mana in return for nurturing the forest and my people. Without a harem, the power can send me mad or…” She thought of her mother. “Or the power goes, and I fade away into nothingness.”
When his warm hand landed on her cheek, she realized she’d been so ashamed that she’d looked away.
“That must feel shitty,” he said.
She cocked her head. “You don’t think it’s weird?”
“That you have a harem?” His gaze turned thoughtful. “I guess not. It makes sense. It would be best to have protection; one male probably isn’t enough. I understand.”
“I meant that I can’t make pixie dust.” She blushed. “When a female pixie goes into heat, she must be continuously… satisfied over hours. The dust keeps everyone virile otherwise there are dire consequences.”
“Like what?”
“Like some males die trying to keep up. Or some hurt themselves. Or worse…” Nyra’s voice softened to a whisper. “There is no baby and no heir.” She plucked at his shirt. “Which is fine if you don’t want children, but when you’re a queen, you’re expected to produce an heir.”
“Wait a minute.” His brows lifted again. “Go back for a minute. Are you telling me that you get so needy that a complete harem of males isn’t enough to satisfy you?”
She sighed heavily and rested her head on his chest. “But not me.”
His palms slid from her waist to the small of her back and pressed her into him. “I’m sure it just hasn’t been the right time for you. You’ll get there.”
She smiled against his shirt and plucked at the fabric.
“This is nice,” she confessed. “You’re nice.”
His chest rumbled as he chuckled. “You’re not so bad yourself. When you’re not baring your fangs at me.”
Grinning, she tried to glance up at him but caught an eyeful of his neck, and her smile dropped. It was a strong and thick neck. A vein pulsed with his blood. His jaw was peppered with stubble. He smelled delicious, like a heady mix of musk, sweat, cologne… or soap that reminded her of spice.
Sid’s breathing pattern changed. It became shallow, slow. Almost as if he was too afraid to move. Almost as if he wanted to keep her lips hovering right where they were. And then he swallowed, and his Adam’s apple bobbed. Her tongue darted out and tasted him there.
She wasn’t sure who groaned first, but the rumble between them sent shivers running to every extremity in her body. Her wings tingled again, this time more intensely and lasting longer. Heat pooled low in her belly.
Well-damn, she was so attracted to him—a human. When did this start? She licked him again, testing his reaction. His fingers flexed on her lower back, digging in, but he didn’t protest. She licked from his neck to his jaw, where he expelled a ragged breath.
He dragged her up his body until they were nose to nose. They stared at each other for a long, hot minute.
“What are you doing?” His voice was deep and gravelly.
She rocked her hips against him, felt the stiff jab of his erection through his pants, and moaned. “I don’t know, but it feels good.”
His jaw clenched, and his lashes fluttered as she rocked back. That he was hard meant he was into her too. She cupped his face and whispered, “Do you want me to stop?”
“No.” He claimed the last inch between their lips and kissed her. It was never a chaste kiss but hard and demanding and full of hunger.
It hit every button she had. She groaned into his mouth and kissed him just as ferociously until he gasped and jerked back. His finger went to his mouth and came away red. Wide eyes met hers, and shame flooded her cheeks.
“My fangs.” She covered her mouth. “I was too rough.”
She thought it would turn him away, that her fangs would be too fae for him, but he surprised her. He dragged her hand from her lips and darted in again, chasing her lips, single-handedly erasing her shame with more of that elicit elixir in his salty taste.
