Page 16 of Accidentally Ever After
I could feel him hard against my lower back, his hips occasionally making small, aborted movements as if he couldn’t help himself. Wanting to touch him too, I reached behind me, fumbling with the fastenings of his pants.
“Let me,” he said, briefly releasing me to unfasten his own garment.
When he pressed against me again, there was nothing between us—his erection hot and hard against the small of my back. The feeling of him, unclothed and wanting, made my breath catch.
“Touch me,” he urged, guiding my hand behind me.
I wrapped my fingers around him, marveling at the similarity yet difference—he was shaped like a human but slightly cooler to the touch, and those pearlescent patterns continued even here, glowing faintly beneath my grip.
Caelen’s breath hitched, his wing trembling against my back. “Your touch,” he gasped, “so warm.”
We established a rhythm, each stroking the other, movements growing more desperate as pleasure built. His wing continued its maddening caress against my skin, adding another layer of sensation.
“I’m close,” I warned, feeling the familiar tightening at the base of my spine.
“Yes,” he encouraged, his hand speeding up, his grip tightening just right. “Let go, Blake. Let me feel you.”
His wing pressed more firmly against my back, the membrane trembling, and somehow I knew he was close too. The thought of driving him to the edge, of making this controlled, regal fairy prince lose himself, pushed me over.
My orgasm hit with stunning force, my back arching, a cry torn from my throat as pleasure crashed through me in waves. Caelen’s hand worked me through it, drawing out every last pulse of ecstasy.
As I was still shuddering with aftershocks, Caelen’s rhythm faltered, his wing suddenly flaring wide before wrapping tightly around us both. He made a sound—something musical and inhuman—and I felt the pulse of his release against my lower back, his body shuddering against mine.
For several long moments, we lay there entwined, breathing hard, neither willing to break the cocoon of his wing. His arm was still wrapped possessively around my waist, his face buried in the curve of my neck.
“That was…” I began, then faltered, unable to find adequate words.
“Indeed,” he agreed, his voice still rough with lingering pleasure.
Finally, reluctantly, his wing withdrew, and the cooler air of the room raised goosebumps on my sweat-dampened skin. With gentle efficiency, Caelen produced a soft cloth from somewhere and cleaned us both.
As the haze of pleasure receded, anxiety began to creep in. What had I just done? Was this smart? Was I falling into some fairy trap, getting attached when I should be looking for a way home?
Caelen must have sensed my sudden tension. He propped himself up on one elbow, looking down at me with those impossible eyes, now returned to their normal violet hue.
“Regrets?” he asked quietly.
I considered lying, then sighed. “Not about what we just did. That was… amazing. But I’m still trying to figure out what’s happening here. Between us. If it’s real or just the magic bond thing.”
Instead of dismissing my concerns, he nodded thoughtfully. “A fair question.” His finger traced idle patterns on my chest. “The bond enhances compatibility but cannot create feelings that have no foundation. What grows between us now is as real as you allow it to be.”
“That’s not exactly reassuring,” I pointed out. “It still started with magical coercion.”
“The beginning is not the entire story,” he countered. “What matters more is what we choose now, each day forward.” His expression grew more serious. “I will not lie to you, Blake. I find myself… drawn to you in ways I did not anticipate. Not merely physically, though that aspect is certainly pleasant.” His lips curved briefly. “But your perspective, your humor, your willingness to challenge me—these are treasures I did not know I was seeking.”
The sincerity in his voice made my chest tighten. “I like you too,” I admitted, feeling like a teenager with a crush. “More than I probably should, given the circumstances.”
His wings fluttered in what I now recognized as pleased surprise. “Then perhaps we might agree to explore these feelings, whatever their origin, and see where they lead us. No expectations beyond what feels right to both of us.”
It was reasonable, mature, and exactly what I would have suggested in any normal dating situation. Of course, normal dating situations didn’t usually begin with accidental magical marriages to fairy royalty.
“I can work with that,” I said finally.
His smile was radiant. “Excellent. Now, shall we continue your education on fairy customs?” His hand drifted lower again,making his intentions clear. “There are many more… positions… I believe you would find enlightening.”
I laughed, pulling him down for a kiss. “Well, I am a dedicated student.”
Over the next hours, Caelen demonstrated several more “traditional fairy embraces” with names like “The Enfolding,” “The Skyward Spiral,” and “The Midnight Bloom.” Each position incorporated his wings in different ways, creating sensations I’d never imagined possible.
