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“Shut up and kiss me, Mat. I’m not a little girl anymore. I know what I’m doing.” She grinned and leaned into me, letting me close the distance and take her mouth gratefully. Sweet and decadent as the tea she favored, the youngest member of my ruling house kissed me like she was worried I’d change my mind. I needed sex to survive right now, but as her lips parted and our kiss deepened, I felt like I wasn’t the only one.
She reached for me, carefully straddling my lap as we kissed, taking my hands and guiding them to the bottom hem of her shirt. The more control I took of the act, the more my own magic could expel the Unseelie poison, so I readily slid my hands up and under her top until I found the back of her bra, hesitation tossed by the wayside. I unfastened it and tugged shirt and bra off of her at the same time, catching my breath as I broke our kiss to drop them over the back of the couch.
“Stand up, pretty vixen. Show me what I’ve wanted to see for so long.” Our gazes locked onto one another as she stood in front of me, sliding off her shoes and pushing her pants and underwear off matter-of-factly, eagerness coming off of her in waves. I caught the ghost of a blush before she rallied and straightened for my perusal, and my fondness for her blazed like fire catching wood. She was absolutely magnificent, but I knew that before she’d undressed. There was a gentle roundness to her stomach that I longed to brush a cheek against, thighs that I needed to bracket in my palms, plush hips that begged to be held as I drove into her. Restraint and thoughtfulness were the virtues I prized as a conveyor, but as a lover, hunger moved to the top of the list.
Bailey was mine, at last.
Bailey
Some distant partof me worried about applying the rigors of dry-spell-ending sex to a man coughing up blood, but I reasoned that Mat was more than a man. As he arched up slightly to undo his belt and shove his own pants down, I discovered he wasdefinitelymore than a man. The lack of testicles threw me for a beat or two, but I knew I was in for something weird when I had previously confirmed the tails were not, in fact, a costume piece. His tapered shaft bulged oddly at the bottom, but there was still plenty to conquer above that. It was enough that I said a silent prayer for my vagina before I grabbed the back of the couch to steady myself as I straddled Mat again.
His hands smoothed over my hips with a quiet groan of appreciation, giving them a squeeze as he looked up at me. I leaned down to kiss him again, just because I liked it so damned much, and grinned. “I’m on birth control, I’ve been tested. Do you…uh…canyou have…?”
He leaned up to nip my lower lip, teasing as he moved to my throat, his voice husky and sensual between kisses. “I haven’t had sex in 200 years, we can’t carry human diseases, and we can’t have kits unless we’re mated, so I have nothing to give you but pleasure, Bailey.”
I held his head against my neck, nodding with a pleased sigh as I canted my hips into his guiding hands. “I’ll take it.”
A pleased noise, halfway between a growl and a purr, rumbled through his chest as he tugged me downwards, notching me on his cock and surging up in tiny thrusts. “It won’t always be like this, next time I’m going to devour you like a feast and keep you in bed for three days, Bailey. Gods, you’re sotight.”
I whimpered happily, which seemed to flip some switch in Mat, right as he sunk into me as deep as he could above that bulge in his cock. His grip tightened, and with strength he shouldn’t have, he began to bounce me up and down, taking the brunt of my weight in his hands, fucking me hard, right at the edge of what I could take. I grabbed the top of the couch, digging my hands in as he shifted, leaning back to drag my clit against his abs every time he moved. My hips started chasing his instinctively, searching for my own pleasure, and he rutted into me, purposely intensifying the friction, murmuring praise.
“Let go, Bailey. Take from me, my beautiful girl. Let me watch you come apart. Good.Good. That’s it, take it from me. Just like that. You’re almost there.” His voice grew tighter as my body did, his movements shorter and faster, and he drove me to the edge, his instructions unlocking some kink buried in my psyche. Unexpected tears flooded my eyes and a sob of joy slipped out of me as I rode him to bliss, fingers tangling in the hair at the nape of his neck as I clutched at him. At the crest of my orgasm, he pulled me down hard, pushing his hips up, shoving that strange bulge up into me and filling me so completely I thought I’d burst.
I moaned helplessly, the strange, thick knob at his base rubbing deep inside of me, my clit brushing his abs with every movement. Typically I was one-and-done, but something about being stretched and impaled on Mat’s strange cock had me ready for another orgasm as soon as possible. “Oh god, Mat, what’s that? Why does it feel so good?”
He held me to his chest, fucking me in slow, languid inch-long thrusts that tugged at the bulge inside me. “That’s my knot, little vixen, and I’m so proud of you, taking it like that. Do you like it? I don’t think I’ll be able to get out of you without another orgasm. I know you have another to give me, right?”
His smile was dazzling, his hips moving endlessly in that slow, fantastic swivel that blanked my brain. I nodded obediently, grinning, drunk on endorphins and triumph. He squeezed my hips again and ducked down to run his tongue over my nipple. “I knew you did. What a good girl you are.”
Mat pushed me back from where I sat across his lap, cradling my back with a strong hand as he tested the limits of our connection, the knot tugging pleasantly against my G-spot. Every time he rolled onto the balls of his feet and bounced me in his lap, the knot pulled lightly: it was like getting fucked in reverse and I craved it like oxygen. When his other hand dropped between us and his thumb found my clit, I moaned his name shamelessly, begging for something I couldn’t even name. He began a careful concert of movement, rolling my ass on his knees and pressing my clit in slow, firm circles.
If my first orgasm with him had been a bullet train, this was like a flower opening in slow motion, with a fireworks finale tucked in the center. Each time I thought it was over, another layer of sensation sizzled through me, my body clutching helplessly at his knot, our connection so wet and messy now I could hear every thrust as it landed. He helped me sit up onto him fully, my eyes widening at the stretch as I held his shoulders to bounce on him. It was gratifying to watch Mat’s control slip into pure ecstasy as he thrust up, movements erratic as he clutched me against his chest, burying himself as deep as possible as he let out a choked groan of my name. His cock kicked inside me, heat flooding me, tiny sparks and flames flickering along my inner thighs moments later.
Mat laughed when I tensed, holding me tighter as he stroked my hair and back. “Shh, easy, it’s okay. It won’t hurt you. That’s natural for my kind. I know it probably looks a little disconcerting, but it’s helping you recover from taking so much of me. Give it a moment and I’ll let you free.”
I smoothed back the hair from his face, cupping his chin and giving him side eye. “Letme free? I thought you said Ihadto come again to get it out.”
He grinned, folding his arms behind his head and winking at me, all traces of the earlier bruises and scratches on his face gone. “To be fair, Bailey, I said Ididn’t think I’d be able to get out of you. All I meant was that you felt too good, and I wasn’t ready for it to end. You didn’t seem to mind, hm?”
I lightly smacked his chest, wrinking my nose. “Cheater.”
He tucked a strand of hair behind my ear, tracing his knuckles fondly along my cheek. “Wait til you find out I don’t have to let my knot swell when I have sex.”
He laughed loudly when my jaw dropped, grabbing my waist when I tried to wiggle free. I collapsed against him in a fit of giggles when I failed to. “I can’t believe you, Mat! You’re lucky you were at death’s door and needed this or I’d kick your ass myself. Now let me go, you sex fiend, I need to pee and rinse off because I’m not some kind of furry demigod immune to UTIs.”
“So does that mean this was a one time thing?” The vulnerability in his voice broke my heart. I gave him a reassuring forehead kiss, hugging him as I planted my knees, carefully un-impaling myself like a bottle of post-coital champagne. I watched in fascination as tiny rivulets of flames dripped out of me onto his thigh, instantly vanishing into his skin.
“God no, Mat. Not unless…you wanted it to be?”Ring ring, insecurity calling.
Mat leaned forward, aggressively nuzzling my stomach like a lost puppy, whispering something abouteven better than I thought it was. “Absolutely not, Bailey. If you’ll have me, I’d like to court you properly, starting with dinner. Er, tomorrow. Well, later today, technically.”
“Fine, but I’m getting dessert too.” I smirked over my shoulder, where Mat was leaning over the back of the couch, clearly watching my ass as I looked down the hallway.
“Second door on the right, towels are in the cabinet. And you have a deal if you stay here tonight.”
Normally I’d wince at the insinuation of another round, but Mat was right—those strange healing flames of his had worked some magic internally on me, just like they had for him. “You drive a hard bargain, Mat, Agreed.”
Mat
