Tegwyn
Myheartskipsabeat as I forget how to breathe. Her kiss takes me entirely by surprise, firing up every nerve in my body, and I grasp fistfuls of her golden hair, parting her mouth with my tongue.
She makes the sweetest sound, opening her mouth wider to invite me inside. A feral growl loosens from my lips when I finally get my taste of her, and the beast is out of the cage.
How I manage to have any restraint, I’ll never know, but when she presses her heaving breasts to my chest, teasing my bottom lip with her teeth, I feel myself slipping. My claws unsheathe, but with shaking fingers, I will them back inside my gloves, telling myself I can’t hurt her.
I’d be no better than the monsters at this faerie revel.
She just makes it so goddamn difficult, snaking her arms around my neck like a boa constrictor, and that’s when she gets her own claws out, raking them down the length of my spine. My body shudders, and I suppress another growl, heart pounding like a battering ram.
I want her.Now.
Against the wall. In the meadow.
Everywhere.
Our lips part as we press our foreheads together, sharing breath. My world spins, and I’m simply drunk on her scent. Honeysuckle floodsmy veins, pumping hotter and faster until I’m blind to everything but her.
“Let’s go somewhere private,” she whispers.
Her green-blue eyes are pure temptation, and my gaze darts towards a distant knoll where I spy several faeries doing the unspeakable.
It's the longest night of the year, and the Fae are celebrating in the best way they know how—dancing and fucking until they wear down the soles of their feet.
Ivy follows my gaze, and then she starts dragging me towards the knoll. I have dreamed of this from the moment I laid eyes on her, and it looks like my wishes are about to come true.
We crest the highest point of the knoll, tumbling down onto the wet grass when we find a shadowed spot. I make sure to lay us somewhere downwind. That way, the others won’t pick up on the scent of blood when I take her for the first time.
Her hair pools across the grass like swathes of golden silk, and that’s how we stay for a while, ignoring the groaning and gasping of the faeries around us.
Ivy throws my hood back, and my horns are exposed to the night. The others will finally see my shattered horn, my disgrace, but it’s the furthest thing from my mind now.
A beautiful woman spreads herself below me on a silver platter, and it’s all I can do to resist the urge to sink my teeth into her neck.
Ivy caresses the base of my injured horn, and a shiver courses right through me. She smiles mischievously. “Are you sensitive there?”
I meet her hooded eyes, giving her a surreptitious nod, and the wicked creature does the exact same thing again, running her fingers between the grooves this time.
A strangled sound wrestles free of my throat, and she finally moves her fingers away from my horn, biting her lower lip. “Sohard…”
She needs to be careful talking like that. I’m already having a hard enough time as it is keeping my wits about me, yet she has to go and make a goddamn euphemism about my fucking horn.
Besides, it's my turn now. Time to torture her…
I brush my claw along her body, starting from her head as I make my way to her navel, and she leans into my touch. When my claw snags her top lip, she gasps, arching her back off the grass. I didn’t mean to cut her there, and I need to be more careful with these claws of mine; it looks like I nicked the skin beneath her nose as a bead of blood gathers.
Yet my claws unfurl, desperate for more, and I suck in a breath, getting my shit together as I lean forward, licking the wound with my tongue as I taste her blood.
She groans, arching further. I can hear the rapid pulse of her heartbeat, and she’s finally ready.
Nestling my hand behind her head, I gaze into her sea-green eyes, appreciating how those starbursts glow when she wears the glamour.
Her fingers splay across my pounding heart, and she trails them down my chest, stopping above my breeches.
I raise a brow. “You sure, Ivy?”
She grabs my cheek, massaging my skin with her thumb. “I’ve never been surer of anything.”
