Page 12 of Of Pixies and Promises
“I don’t mind rough,” he grumbled into her mouth. “In fact, rough is how I like it.”
“What else do you like,” she asked.
His eyes caught hers, hesitated. She squirmed with curiosity.
“What?” she pressed. “Tell me.”
“I liked looking at your ass as we climbed the tree.”
Her smile widened, and she ground her hips against his, aiming for that precious hard length to hit her sweet spot. “Did you?”
He kneaded her bottom and let his fingers slide past her thin gauzy panties. She’d not meant to be galavanting around the forest in them. This outfit was for a ceremony she would clearly miss… a ceremony where she was meant to have a consort picked out. Colt was going to kill her.
There might even be a hunting party looking for her right now.
But Nyra didn’t care. Every time Sid’s fingers circled further beneath her panties, reaching for that illicit spot between her thighs, bliss rolled through her. She was hardly able to get the next words out. “Tell me more.”
“I like the thought of my mouth down there,” he whispered harshly into her ear. “Do you taste as sweet as you smell, Fangs?”
“Taste me and see.”
She couldn’t believe she was saying these things to this human. Couldn’t believe he was saying them back. Charged electricity filled the atmosphere. They knew this was wrong, that they were supposed to be enemies, but neither cared. Perhaps they were both outcasts in their own worlds. Perhaps this could be a nice joining of two lost souls. For as brief as the moment lasted.
Sid’s fingers claimed the last inch toward the seam of her bottom, slid down to where she was wet, and pressed into that hot damp spot.
“Yes yes yes,” she begged as need claimed her. If she didn’t know any better, she’d think this sudden, insatiable urge was from pixie dust. But she’d still not made it. This was real. This attraction was all them.
“You want my fingers there, Fangs?” he rasped. “You aching for me?”
His pet name made her pussy clench. She moaned, “Yes, yes more.”
He swiped his fingers through her folds, testing, and probing, going deeper each time. Each swipe made her feverish with want. He traced the entire seam from pussy to ass, questing for her instruction.
“Where?” he grunted.
“Anywhere.” She rocked against him, mewling as he dipped a finger into her core.
“You’re so fucking tight,” he breathed. “And wet. You’re hot for me, aren’t you, Fangs?”
To answer, she smashed her lips against his, then delved with her tongue, coaxing his own out to meet hers. His resounding groan made her chest puff in pride. She loved how he reacted to her. Loved it more than any other lover she’d taken.
What was happening to her?
Her skin was on fire. Her lungs burned. Everything tingled.
And then he gripped her hips and lifted her up the length of his body until she straddled his face. He moved her so effortlessly that she thought about how he would pin her wings if he was in her harem, which was wrong on so many levels. Sid couldn’t dance in the sky. He couldn’t live with her as one of her consorts. He had no mana. He would grow old, and she wouldn’t. His kind had killed her fathers.
But none of it mattered as he worked magic with his tongue. He found her clit, nipped and sucked. Flicked and fluttered. With each swipe and probe, she found her thighs trembling, her heart thudding, and her mind whirling.
Hours ago, she’d wanted to punish this man for intruding in her forest, and now all she wanted was for him to punish her… with his tongue. She hoped he never stopped. He worked her hard and repetitively. And then he slowed like a lover, caressing and caring. Savoring. She submitted to the sensations expanding in her heart and body.
When his fingers joined his tongue, and he said, “Ride me, Fangs,” her orgasm exploded through her body like a breaking dam. She gripped his hair and held his lips to her pulsing pussy, doing exactly what he asked, riding him, chasing more of the good feeling. He clutched her thighs and wrung every last dropof sweet agony from her body, lapping and sucking until she was left panting and struggling for air.
She slid back down his body, intending to fill herself with his rock-hard cock, to finish this coupling. She smiled wistfully as their faces aligned again. She rubbed her thumb over his bee-stung and glistening lips. Even more handsome now.
“You were… wow.”
“I’m just getting started,” he breathed.
