Page 30 of Faeheart
The bond flared between us, but instead of the overwhelming surge of power we’d experienced before, this felt like coming home. Our magic wound together in lazy spirals, content to simply exist in harmony rather than seeking to overwhelm or consume.
When we finally broke apart, I was breathing hard, my hands somehow tangled in his hair without my conscious permission.
“S-Sorry,” I stammered, pulling my hands away.
But Wild grabbed them, pulling them around his neck and leaning close. “Don’t be. I like it.”
We stayed like that for a long moment, foreheads pressed together, sharing breath and the steady pulse of magic between us. I could feel his restraint through the bond, the way he was holding himself back despite the obvious desire radiating from him.
“Do you feel this way with everyone?” I managed to ask. “Like at your orgy… things. Is it the same?”
He shook his head slowly, those green eyes lifting to meet mine. “Those things are just fun, a way to let go and get lost in the sensations. I love them, don’t get me wrong. And I meet alot of interesting people there that I like.” He took a deep breath. “But they’re not you, Elias. You’re…special.”
His words landed like a stone in still water, ripples of emotion spreading through our connection. I felt his sincerity, the raw vulnerability beneath his usual carefree façade.
“How?” I whispered, my voice barely audible. “How can I be special to you? I’m everything you claim to hate. I’m structured, controlled, andboring.”
Wild laughed softly, his thumb tracing the line of my jaw. “You’re not boring, Elias. You’re like... a volcano disguised as a mountain. All that power and passion just waiting to erupt beneath this perfect, pristine exterior.” His eyes darkened. “And when you let go, even a little bit, it’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”
I swallowed hard, unable to look away from the intensity in his gaze. Through our bond, I could feel the truth of his words, the genuine awe he felt whenever my carefully constructed walls slipped.
“I don’t know how to be what you want,” I admitted.
“I don’t want you to be anything except yourself,” he replied, rising from his knees to perch on the edge of my bed. “The real you, not the version your parents programmed.”
His proximity was intoxicating, the scent of him, wildflowers and summer rain, filling my senses. I found myself leaning closer without conscious thought.
“And what if the real me is still too structured for you?” I asked.
Wild’s smile turned wicked. “Then I’ll just have to keep finding ways to make you lose control.”
Before I could respond, he was kissing me again, deeper this time, his hands sliding into my hair to tilt my head back. A sound escaped me, something between a gasp and a moan, and I felt his satisfaction pulse through our bond.
“That’s it,” he murmured against my lips. “Let me hear you.”
My hands found his waist, fingers digging into the warm skin beneath his shirt. The contact sent another surge of magic between us, our pendants warming against our chests.
“Wild,” I gasped as his mouth trailed down my neck. “The door… Caden could?—”
“Let him,” Wild replied, his voice almost a growl. “I don’t care.”
His teeth grazed my collarbone, and I felt my resistance crumbling. Every touch sent waves of pleasure through our bond, amplified and reflected back between us in an intoxicating feedback loop. My hands slipped under his shirt, exploring the lean muscle beneath, marveling at how soft his skin felt against my fingertips.
“You’ve thought about this,” Wild murmured against my throat, his voice rough with desire. “I’ve felt it. Every time you’re in the shower, every night when you think I’m asleep.”
Heat flooded my face, and my cock began to thicken in my jeans. “That… That’s private.”
He pulled back just enough to meet my eyes, his pupils blown wide with arousal. “Nothing’s private anymore, Elias. Not between us.” His fingers traced the outline of my pendant through my shirt. “This connects us in ways neither of us fully understands yet.”
“It’s invasive,” I whispered, though my body was betraying my words, leaning into his touch like a flower seeking sunlight.
“It’s intimate,” he corrected, his thumb brushing across my bottom lip. “And scary as hell, I know. But also, kind of amazing, don’t you think? To be known, completely, without hiding?”
The thought terrified me. I’d spent my entire life hiding, constructing layers of protection around my true self, building walls so high and thick that sometimes I forgot what lay beneaththem. The idea of someone seeing past all that, of Wild seeing me, all of me, was more frightening than any magical attack.
But also... liberating.
“I don’t know if I can,” I admitted, my voice barely audible. “I don’t know if I know how to just... be.”
