My tongue darts out, wetting my bottom lip. “And…what condition is that?”
“You join me.”
My eyes snap open. He can’t be serious. We are not in the village anymore; I just got caught up in the moment. Now we’re back in the real world. Still, our relationship will never be quite the same. We are paramours now, something a little more than friends.
A sigh loosens from my lips, and I meet those rounded eyes, the half-moon pupils now a thing of the past.
“All right. Except I have my own condition.”
His brow jumps at that. “Yeah?”
A smirk creeps across my face. “You take offallyour clothes, even the gloves. No more hiding.”
Tegwyn falters, and then he angles his face away from me, muttering a curse.
I reach up, palming his face. My thumb caresses the golden flecks of his sculpted cheek. “I’m not afraid of you anymore, remember? I know your claws won’t hurt me now.”
His eyes scrunch shut, and I know he’s thinking back to the day he accidentally cut me in the forest, when I failed to shoot the deer.
Placing both of my hands on his cheeks now, I lower his face until we’re a breath apart. “Besides…I like it when you scrape me up a little…”
The faerie opens his eyes, and there’s no missing the fire. Now I reach up to stroke a finger along the base of his horn, and he shudders when I rub those hardened ridges.
“I meant what I said…I reallywasholding back on that hill, Ivy…Don’t tempt fate.”
Moving closer, our lips brush when I whisper, “Then don’t hold back. Unleash your beast.”
His body trembles, and then he fists his hands, resisting his claws. His pupils swell, taking over his golden irises, and now I’m faced with the eyes of a predator.
But he manages to get a hold of his beast as he finally starts peeling off his gloves. My heart thumps in my chest as he prepares to bare it all.
When the first glove comes off, I stare in awe. His hands are no different from mine. His nails are a little sharper, but the tips are hooked and slightly tapered.
I spy a thick encasing on the beds of his nails, and when I press down on one gently, a shiny claw extends.
A nervous, giddy sound escapes me, and he grumbles, sheathing his claws once again. But before he can put his hand away, I grip his fingers, placing them over my cheek.
His breath stutters. “Ivy…”
I press down on his nails, pushing out his claws for him, and they prick the delicate skin around my eyes. Although it hurts, I don’t remove his hand. I keep it on my left cheek as a show of trust. His eyes melt into liquid gold right before me, and he finally reaches up his other hand, combing his fingers through my hair. Then he slams his mouth onto mine, crushing me with a bruising kiss. A soft, mewling sound of pleasure escapes me, and he takes that as his verbal cue, opening my mouth with his tongue. I respond in kind, meeting each thrust of his tongue, and then I feel the sharp tips of his fangs.
He rips off my dress with his claws, and the thin material gives way easily, pooling at my feet with a sigh. Now I’m completely naked, but I don’t care… I’m prepared to bare it all.
With feverish hands, I start taking off his own clothes. Tegwyn steps out of his pants in no time, and we feast our eyes on each other’s bodies.
My gaze rakes up and down his torso, and a strange, strangled sound leaves my mouth.
He certainly isn’t lacking in any department.
Sculpted chest of shimmering muscle, a chiselled eight-pack that looks as if it was carved from the finest bronze, and a narrowed waist. I almost become a woman possessed as I resist the urge to run my tongue between the grooves of his toned stomach.
And his long, thick shaft… It swings like a pendulum between his legs, all teninches, and the underside bears the same ribbed textureof his horns. My lower lip wobbles, and then a deep pulsing grows between my legs as he extends towards me.
There’s no missing the glistening bead at his tip, and I lick my lips, wanting my taste of him.
His heated gaze tells its own tale as he takes in every inch of me, and I spy that feral beast again. His eyes flash, and then his teeth bare as he prowls closer.
He backs me up to the wall, caging me in with his arms, and his claws dig deep into the ancient stone on either side of my head. The faerie’s entire body trembles, and he’s trying so hard to resist. He worries about hurting me, but I know he wouldn’t. So, I display my neck as another show of trust, and I’m not sure why. I just have this strong urge for him to bite me there.
