Page 154 of Twist of Fate

Connal laughed. “Do humans not require slick, my mate? I must confess that I have never pleasured a human before, but I am very much looking forward to the experience.”

“We require it, Connal, but normally we handle the putting on of it ourselves!”

Connal reached between them and teased Luke’s entrance. One finger, then another, entered Luke, stretching and testing. “Why must you apply it yourself?” Connal asked. “It’s so much more expedient this way.”

“Expedient. Yep,” Luke groaned. “Fuck, that feels good. And we’ll discuss…moonsilk later. Much later.”

Connal removed his fingers and then wrapped them around his cock. He stroked it, covering it with the…no, Luke couldn’t continue to think about the fae word for lube.

“I fear it will not be much later. I’m…eager to complete our mating.”

Luke understood that. “Same. Come on, big guy. Show me what you’ve got.”

Connal didn’t need another invitation. He pressed forward and aligned himself with Luke’s entrance. The moonsilk really must have been magic, because he slid into Luke with an ease that shouldn’t have been possible considering Connal’s considerable girth.

The man was very well proportioned.

Luke gasped when Connal slid in the final way. He placed his hands on either side of Luke’s body and began moving. Hard and fast. He didn’t bother with a warmup, which was convenient since Luke really didn’t want one. He let himself go, opening himself completely to Connal. Reaching between them, he grabbed his cock and began stroking himself in a rhythm that matched Connal’s thrusts.

A glowing light emerged from his chest. A matching one came from Connal’s. Between them, the light combined, swirling together and forming runes Luke didn’t understand.

But Connal did. His rhythm didn’t falter, though. Whatever he saw excited him. He reached for Luke’s thighs, pushing them wider and farther apart as he hammered himself into Luke’s body. The change in position worked too well.

Luke grabbed Connal’s wrists and let go as the glow changed, moving back and forth between them. A jolt of pleasure shot through Luke, but not one that was his own.

Connal. That’s what he felt now—Connal’s pleasure. So many more emotions filtered through the bond. They flooded Luke at the same moment his release shot through him. He cried out and let himself go, pushing all of his feelings back toward Connal.

It only took a second to realize it had worked. Connal roared and slammed into Luke one final time, shuddering and groaning until he finally collapsed against Luke’s chest.

“The bond,” Luke said, his breath coming in sharp gasps. “We did it.”

“Yes,” Connal mumbled against Luke’s neck. “I feel you.”

“I feel you too. And hey, you’re entirely too pleased with yourself right now.”

Connal grunted. “I made my mate soar. I am very pleased.”

Well, he wasn’t wrong.

Luke moved his thighs and set his feet back on the bed. He was going to be so sore tomorrow. And he didn’t even care. The happy hum of contentment spread through the bond to him and Luke sank into it. Yeah, he could feel it too.

He’d taken a risk and trusted someone, and it had paid off.

“Now, tell me about this moonsilk…”

Connal’s snore was his only reply.

EPILOGUE

Luke had agreed to a small mating celebration.

The Unseelie had interpreted small differently.

Connal should have anticipated the problem when Cosmo asked whether Luke meant small by human standards or fae standards. Luke had stared at the king’s mate for several heartbeats before answering that fewer people would be better.

Apparently, no one had thought to ask how many decorations those people required.

Living vines framed the entrance to the great hall, their leaves threaded with tiny lights that shifted color whenever someone passed beneath them. Flowers covered every available surface. Long tables curved through the chamber beneath floating globes of gold and silver flame, already crowded with enough food to feed the entire court several times over.