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“I’ll give you whatever you ask for, but you have to say it.” That statement could get me into a whole world of trouble with someone more cunning, but in this moment, there is only one thing she wants. She’s not going to send me on a quest to find a unicorn, or a phoenix feather, or any of the dumb quests that women have sent fairies on.
Her fingers pluck at the laces on my pants as though she can avoid the words if she becomes more obvious about what she wants.
I can play that game too. I can tease her and torment her and walk away if she will not speak. I release her hand so I can caress her body and slide my hand under the slip of a shirt she wears. My other hand cups her ass. It doesn’t take much for me to raunch the fabric up and grab a handful off her bare skin.
She gasps.
I glance in the mirror and see a thread of cloth between her ass cheeks. She’s not naked beneath the skirt, but she might as well be.
“Tell me what you need.” I press, when all I want to do is tear off her panties and push my fingers into her wet slit.
I can smell her arousal. I want to taste it.
The laces on my pants unravel in her fingers and my cock lunges forward, straining to be free of the confines. Her fingers graze the head that is already leaking pre-cum for her.
I haven’t felt like this in too many moons. There is sex to pass the time, for something to do, and then there is the sex that can destroy or create—it’s always hard to tell which one it will be until after.
Tonight I’m willing to take the chance.
She holds my gaze. “I need you to…” She swallows and glances away, looking at the door, not the mirror. Even if she runs, I will protect her. The vampire will come after her, so she will be the perfect bait. I should be out there hunting him, not fucking her.
There will be questions about what took me so long.
How many humans saw me?
How many vampires I killed?
For a moment, I want to pull away, do up my pants and wet my ax with some vampire blood.
My vow to give her what she wants will stand, unfulfilled, and that is a problem I don’t want hanging over my head. She’s not cursed, but she has lured me away from my job and I followed because…
I have no good excuse beyond wanting her. I want to claim her as mine. I didn’t even know that I wanted her until I saw the vampire holding her. A primal urge to smash his face had filled me. If not for all the human witnesses, I’d have killed him for daring to touch her.
No fairy, of any kind, has ever elicited such a response from me. This halfling, if she will have me, could be my mate.
Then Andrea lifts her gaze and looks at me, sees into me like she knows me. “I want you to fuck me.”
I exhale, glad she has made her request and that I want nothing more than to fulfil it. With those few words she has agreed to be mine. “I can grant that desire.”
7
Andrea
He growls those words, and I press my thighs together. His gaze is fierce, then his lips are on mine, stealing my breath and demanding my body. My fingers close around the shaft of his cock. It’s thick, so thick I can barely wrap my hand around it. I knew he’d be big, but I didn’t expect such girth.
For a moment, I’m not even sure it will fit.
Cloth tears and I realize he’s ripped my g-string off. The scrap of fabric falls to the ground and his finger slides into my slick pussy. I should be annoyed that he trashed my underwear, but all I can do is grind against his hand. I want more than his finger inside me. Even when he starts fucking me with a second finger, it’s not enough.
I am burning with need. “I want you, now.”
I stroke his cock, my thumb sweeping over the head and slicking the pre-cum over his skin. He thrusts into my hand, and I feel the power of him. Power radiates around him, and I feel like if I breathe deeply, I should be able to smell it. Though what it would smell like, I don’t know.
All I can smell is the heavy scent of musk, of sex.
Kov lifts me onto the vanity and steps between my legs, spreading my thighs wide so he can fit between them. I glance down, and in the shadows I think his cock is dark gray like the rest of him, but it can’t be. No one would put makeup on their cock.
His fingers press into me again and his thumb circles my clit. We’ve only just met, but already he knows what I need better than my last boyfriend who I dated for six months. I lift my hips and spread my legs wider in a wanton display. I need to come, and I don’t care if I seem desperate.
