Page 20 of Of Pixies and Promises
She thought she would create pixie dust for him, but this was more than that. Her skin was too tight for her body. Everything tingled and pulsed with need.
If she needed more convincing that Sid was meant for her, this was it. None of the pixies she’d danced in the sky with had triggered this reaction. And for it to happen on the shores of the ceremonial lake had to mean this was fate.
“Mate,” she snarled at him and then rolled them so she mounted his waist.
Freed, her wings took on a life of their own. They vibrated and shed golden pixie dust. For a fantastical moment in time, they existed amid a magical meteor shower. But Nyra was too overcome with passion for marveling. From how Sid’s gaze heated and roamed over her naked body, he was about to welcome what it meant to be dusted during a pixie in the throes of heat.
She only hoped he had what it took to survive.
“This is about to get frenzied,” she warned, already panting from the hot need building in her core.
“I told you I like it rough,” he shot back with a hot smirk.
“You wouldn’t lie to me would you?” Nyra clawed at his clothes. Why, oh why did she tell him to put them back on?
“Never.”
“Promise?”
“Always.”
In a matter of seconds, he was out of his shirt while she worked at his pants. Satisfaction hit when she realized he was so hard that his erection had already pushed out of the waistband. With a snarl, she tugged the damned fabric hindrance down his hips.
She gasped at the sight of him. Hard, long, thick.Smooth. No hooked barbs. The shock of it knocked her clear from her mating haze.
“What is it?” he rasped.
“You’re smooth,” she marveled, running her hand up and down his shaft.
He shuddered in pleasure. “Is that a problem?”
“No… it’s… wow. It feels so good. You’re sobig.” Prickling heat washed over her like a wave, and just like that, she was back in the needy zone. “After this first urgent release, I want that in my mouth.”
With a moan, she placed his length between her thighs and glided up and down, testing the sensation. His smooth, silken, yet hard shaft felt like a dream against her slick, needy pussy. He was enduring like a rock.
Sid threw his head back, gripped her hips, and snarled at the sky, “Stop playing with me, Fangs.”
“Then take what you need from me,” she snarled back, surprised at the vehemence in her voice. “Use me. I want it.”
Fire flashed in his already molten gaze. His biceps twitching was the only warning before she was pinned beneath him. He inched his thick length deep into her core.
“So fucking big,” she moaned.
“You can take it.”
“Make me.”
He took control and pinned her harder when she squirmed or resisted. His hand moved to her lips, neck, sternum, arms—wherever she defied him. Eventually, he slid all the way in, stretching her inner walls and filling her completely.
Everywhere her dust touched, her senses were on fire. She felt every sensation acutely. Smelled him more. Heard his ragged breaths as he slid out of her, and the wet slap and grunt as he drove home.
“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he groaned.
“S’not me,” she whimpered. “S’you and your human dick.”
His chuckle disappeared on another thrust, and soon they submitted to the hunger riding their systems. The hard slabs of his sweaty body slid up hers until he angled differently. Sparks jolted through her pelvis. In her veins. Everywhere.
Her climax was a powerful release that rocked her from head to toe. She clutched him, her fingers clawing his back. She melted most deliciously as her mate claimed her, as he gave everything her biology demanded.
