When I reach for his horn, he seizes my wrist, laying it down on the grass beside me. “For…for the best. I’m already hanging on by a delicate thread,” he pants.
A shame: I love how his horns feel beneath my fingers. They’re enticing and hard as rocks.
His eyes flash, and then he cocks his head, resembling a predator. “You’ve really no idea how much I’m holding back, Ivy... How much I want to fuck you into the dirt...”
I know it’s best not to provoke the beast, but I can’t help it when I breathe, “Then bury me six feet deep.”
An unnatural stillness befalls him, and his eyes lose all focus. And then before I know it, he’s flipping us around, and now I’m the one on top, gazing down into his heated eyes.
His claws grip my ass, puncturing the skin deep, and I arch into his touch. When he flexes inside me, angling his hips at just the right position, I breathe faster, swallowing up his last few inches, and it’s better this way…
Much better.
He smirks beneath me, his golden eyes branding my soul. “Fuck me, Ivy. Fuck me six feet deep.”
His crude words echo inside my drunken mind like a bell, and finally, I thrust. He claws at my hips, prompting another deep moan of pleasure from my lungs.
I don’t stop, rolling my hips over and over as I chase my release. My legs shake, so I plant my feet onto the grass, using them for momentum.
Lights dance in my peripheral vision, but I won’t stop until I reach that glorious peak.
Tegwyn guides my thrusts, and if my eyes deceive me, he’sglowing...His power thrums right through me, lighting up at the base of my spine, and with one final push, I explode like a newborn star.
Magic surges through me, and when I toss my head back, I spy the veins of each leaf high in the trees.
And as I rock faster, sweat dripping down the groove of my spine, his magic swells, and I hear the wind whistling between the blades of grass at my feet.
I’m drawing strength from his magic, and it lights up every nerve in my body. I spy new colours, ones naked to my eyes before, and they twist and spin like a kaleidoscope, sending my mind into a spiral.
Tegwyn has given me the gift of faerie sight, and it’s more than I can take. I see and hear the world as he does now, and I can even hear the solid thump of his heart.
Soon, I clench around him, screaming once his magic reaches its final crescendo.
Tegwyn digs his claws in deep, yet he doesn’t wound me this time. His magic heals me instantly, and that’s the moment he finally lets go, spilling his seed as he finds his release. He sits up, pressing me flush to his chest as he slams hard into my hips, and then he crests for a second time. I teeter over the edge after him, meeting his thrusts with a cry of my own. I still see the world through his magic, and when I catch sight of my reflection inside his eyes, I do a double-take.
I’m glowing.
We don’t move for some time, too lost in each other’s embrace. We remain locked at the hip, even when he lays me down onto the wet grass, holding me close to his warm chest.
And as the night wears on, and his magic slowly ebbs from my system, I fall asleep to his soothing purr.
31
Tegwyn
Ivyslumberslikeagoddess beside me as I lose myself in her honeysuckle scent, breathing in her golden waves.
I can’t believe she’s all mine. This beautiful human creature… Her skin is flushed, the glorious afterglow of sex yet to fade, and I brush a delicate claw down the curve of her spine, savouring every inch of her.
I’m still sheathed between her legs, her silken walls protecting me from the elements. If only we could stay this way forever.
The glamour worked like a charm in the end. No one suspected a thing, and I just hope our luck remains.
Ivy shudders, and I tug her closer, shrouding her beneath my woollen cloak to keep her warm.
It really is a cold morning. Soft flurries drift down around us, sticking to the grass, and my eyes widen in surprise. Snow? That can’t be right.
I puff out a breath, watching as it fogs, and it’s just as I feared. Winter has come to the village.
