Page 49 of Druid Dreams

He groaned deep in his chest before replying, “Ms. King. This is highly inappropriate behavior for the workplace.” His face betrayed every one of his words.

“Are you telling me no?” I purred in his ear and his cock swelled beneath me. “Or, are you telling me you can’t be quiet?”

“That’s not what I’m saying,” his rebuttal was husky and laden with need.

“Mmm,” I hummed my approval. “So you’ll have no problem being obedient then.” I spoke more to myself than him, but he nodded his head anyway. “Good.” I got off of his lap and stood by my desk. “Stand up and remove your clothes, Fae,” I demanded. He closed his eyes and leaned his head back but did as I asked. When he was fully naked in the middle of my office I circled around him in appraisal.

His naked body was glorious. His pale skin had a shimmer to it that looked like fine glitter had melted into his flesh. The royal blue tattoo across his back stretched from his broad shoulders to the top of his butt and hugged his obliques. I could get lost in the intricate design. It was similar to a mandala but held symbols I’d never seen before. I ran the nail of my index finger up between his shoulder blades and over his clavicle, causing him to shiver.

“Lay on my desk,” I ordered him in a hushed tone. When he was comfortable, I took my crop top off and covered his eyes, tucking the edges under his head so it wouldn’t fall off. “Don’t move. Do you understand?” I sucked his ear lobe between my teeth and he moaned out a soft “yes.”

I slapped the inside of his left thigh as a reprimand. “Yes, Mistress,” I corrected him again as I rubbed the handprint it’d left. His cock stood proud and his hands gripped the sides of my desk as his husky reply flitted through the air.

I moved over his body, alternating between my fingertips, nails, teeth, and lips. When the first glistening bead of precum was visible I sucked him into my mouth with a slow bob of my head. There was an audible pop when I pulled back to continue my sweet torment. “Fuck,” he whispered under his breath, so I slapped his right thigh, leaving a matching handprint. “Shhhhh, or I’ll have to find some other way to keep you quiet,” I threatened and he groaned loudly. “Oh, you like that idea, do you? Let’s see how loud you get when your mouth is busy.”

I took my tights off and straddled his hips, sliding my soaked pussy up his chiseled torso. When I reached the base of his neck, I lifted up and placed my knees on either side of his head, and I sat on his face. “Make me cum, Fae,” I commanded him. His hands darted up to anchor me down. His tongue was as soft as crushed velvet. It swept from my entrance to my clit, and his moan vibrated through my core. He put his bare feet on my desktop, and I leaned my back against his knees to give him better access. He did not disappoint.

His hands gripped my hips harder and his touch grew cold. His tongue felt like fire against my sensitive nerves while his breath was as icy as his fingers. His hand snaked under my thigh, and he sunk a thick, frozen finger inside me before sucking hard on my clit. That icicle of a digit was my undoing. I shook above him, covering my mouth with my hand as he sped up and prolonged my orgasm. When I couldn’t take anymore, I shoved his head back and slid down his body, sinking slowly onto his wide girth.

He was so large that it took me a few moments to adjust to his size. Slow strokes stretched my walls, and I eventually turned my body around to ride him in reverse. He sat up and twisted so his feet touched the ground. My back pressed fully to his chest as his arms caged the front of my body in. He pinched my nipples while he fondled my breasts, causing me to moan before I bit my lips closed. He thrust up to meet my downward motions in rough succession. I mentally whispered that fucking birth control spell before I lost my godsdamn mind. He nipped my shoulder and I pulled his hand up to cover my mouth. The orgasm building within me would have me screaming his name. I didn’t want anyone barging through the door right now.

I fell into an ocean of pleasure. My walls contracted tightly around him, bringing my movement to a halt and making me shout around his hand. He thrusted faster in pursuit of his own release, and when he found it he pressed his mouth against my neck. His seductive groan nearly tipped me over the edge again. “Fuck,” he repeated as he leaned his forehead on my back. I straightened my legs out and slipped off him. Planting my bare ass on the desktop beside him, I put my weight on my elbows as I stared blurry eyed at the ceiling. “Fuck,” I agreed breathlessly.

When my panting evened out to regular breaths, I hopped off my desk in search of our clothes. And something to clean up with. My cell phone chimed and Vaughn picked it up off the floor. It’s a text from Papi, but it can wait. We both got dressed, and when he was finished he sat back down in the chair, his chest showing that he was still trying to catch his breath. I eased back in his lap, running my fingers through his dark hair and kissing him gently, intent on keeping it simple. Vaughn pulled me closer, deepening the kiss. After a few minutes of making out like teenagers in the janitor's closet at school he broke the kiss. He grinned at me and stood, hooking his arms under me. “Let’s go get some lunch,” he urged.

“Only if it involves going home afterwards,” I winked at him, feeling insatiable.

“I’m sure my boss won’t mind,” his nearly English accent crept back in, and he chuckled to himself.

* * *

Vaughn

I led Sloane out of the building and to her car, opening the passenger door for her to get in. She hadn’t eaten anything since Saturday so I was taking her to get some food. Then home. Fuck everything at work. It can wait.

The ride into town gave me time to think about the last few days. It's all gone by so fast. But in a good way. Four days had felt like a couple hours. It reminded me of that time I took the Fae hallucinogens that they love so much in the summer realm. Six days went by like six hours. That was a bad experience though. This had been… What's the word I’m looking for? Crazy. Mesmerising. Fantastic. Scary. I’m not sure. It’s been the proper kind of mindfuck.

With every minute of time I spent with Sloane I felt myself being pulled to her. The force felt like gravity. It’s natural. I could picture a future with her, and that part did scare me. I didn’t know if she was ready to visit the Winter Kingdom. I am not ready to go back and deal with mummy dearest. When we sealed our bond, we’d have to visit. The Fae had traditions to uphold when royalty took a partner. It must be recognized by an elder of the temple and we would have to be marked. She’d bear a piece of my symbol, and if she were Fae I could choose to bear hers. I would in a heartbeat, but since she wasn’t, I didn’t know how that would work. It wouldn’t stop me from sealing this bond though.

Seeing her in action when we went to rescue York showed me her devotion and strength. I had no doubts that if my mother sent for me then Sloane would find a way to cross the realms, or tear them down. It’s what I’ve always wanted, and it’s why I’ve never been in a lasting relationship with anyone. The moment my family thought that I was seeing someone they’d start sending threats. My life. Her life. The rest of her mates, my friends. My mother would threaten us all. I don’t think Sloane will take kindly to that.

Sloane may be exactly what the Winter Kingdom needed. We could overthrow my mother. I could relinquish my claim to the throne to one of my sisters. Stay on earth with her and the guys. It sounds like a fairytale, but I know with time it could be true.

I wouldn’t let her go. I refused to bow down to my mother again. At the first sign of another fae snooping around I’d tell her everything. I couldn’t keep my past hidden from her. She needed to know why I ran, how my father was captured, the danger that came with being my mate. I couldn’t keep her in the dark. Just a little bit longer. I want to enjoy our time before I bring another fight to her doorstep. It would help if the others could get stronger too.

I wondered what the guys thought about Sloane. Do they feel the same way I do? I really needed to talk to Novak, but I knew how he felt. I could see it in his face this morning. Whatever happened last night, after we left, didn’t bother him at all. Quite the opposite actually. That maniac was falling faster than all of us. But I’m not that far behind him.

York

Monday Late Morning

After Sloane and Vaughn misted out, Palmer worked hard to shrink the two hellhounds’ sizes so we could all fit comfortably in the rental van the guys drove here in. They loaded the bags as Levi and I climbed in the third row and Cronus’ soot colored body snuggled up to my side with his head in my lap. Atlas clumsily clawed his way into the middle seat, with a boost from Palmer, and circled around the center of the bench to find the right position to sleep in. Briggs and Palmer sat on either side of the drowsy, fawn English Mastiff puppy. It was the first time I had seen them as anything other than gigantic, power wielding versions of dogs. They really could pass as ordinary dogs right now. Novak shut the driver side door and turned the vehicle westbound down the rocky drive.

Six hours and I’ll be home. Sloane may be ignoring me, but that modern, monolithic mansion was still home to me. I wondered how much it had changed in the two years I’d been gone. She’d just moved in a few months before we started dating. The place was barren, and any noise seemed to echo through the structure. I spent the last year with her living there part time, bouncing back to the house I shared with the guys once or twice a week.

I was sure she had thrown all my stuff out, not that it mattered. It was all replaceable. I left Stone with the task of storing my important possessions. He never lets me down. I could buy new clothing. My truck, on the other hand, couldn't be replaced. That ‘76 Ford Bronco was the first thing I purchased when I finally escaped the camp that very first time. I’d put blood, sweat, and even a few tears into making her run. The matte paint job cost me more than the actual truck. That hunk of metal kept me busy and gave me something to focus my energy on instead of dwelling on the past. She’s sentimental.

I had few other things to my name that were irreplaceable. I could name them on one hand. My truck. The handmade leather box filled with my Druid history. Sloane. That was it. That list meant everything to me. From least important to most.