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I went up on my tiptoes and twined my arms around his broad shoulders, pulling him down to me so I could press against him more firmly, nibbling at his bottom lip. His hands slid to my hips, and for a long moment I forgot we were still standing in the middle of the crowded inn. When we broke apart, we were both breathing a little harder, and his blue eyes were practically glowing.
"Come on," I said, turning toward the stairs. "And bring the beer!"
Ward was the sort of man you could completely lose yourself in. Which was exactly what I wanted. What we both wanted, I suspected. Whatever business brought him to the capital, he spoke as if his life was about to end tomorrow.
I knew the feeling.
Chapter 4
We wasted no time stripping out of our clothes the moment we were safely shut away in the room I had rented to play commoner. Ward's big hands slid over my curves, short black claws denting my skin and scraping over my back with delicious pressure, but never causing pain. I arched into his touch, pressing my lips to his sculpted chest. Then I gasped when he bent slightly, gripped my ass, and lifted me in one effortless motion. I wrapped my legs around his hips, clinging to him with complete abandon as he carried me over to the bed.
I hadn't been lying earlier. It really had been a long time since I was naked with a man, and I was usually pretty self-conscious about my body and how lowborn I looked. But the fact that this was just a fling, just a night with an attractive stranger, gave me more courage than I would normally have. I didn't have to worry about what he thought come morning, since I'd never see him again after this. All that mattered was that we both felt good for a while. And his passionate, soul-stealing kisses and the truly impressive hardness that pressed against me as he lowered me to the mattress told me he didn't care one bit that I didn't look like some tall, slender highborn.
I raked my fingers down his broad back, reveling in the solid feel of him. He was built like a warrior. Like a hero in some fantasy tale. And for tonight, this glorious male was mine. He trailed searing kisses from my lips to my throat, then downward to worship at my breasts, his hot mouth like the best form of torture against my overly sensitive skin. I threaded my fingers through his dark, wavy hair before wrapping my hands around his horns. He growled faintly against the soft skin of my stomach, and I grinned, tugging on his horns a little just to get him to make that noise again.
His hands gripped my thighs, and he urged my legs further apart, settling them over his broad shoulders as he bent to lick my throbbing cleft. I didn't let go of those horns, giving myself over to the pleasure, my hips lifting to press against his face as I chased my release.
Ward's claws dented the soft skin at the swell of my hips as he held me down, teasing, licking, and sucking until I felt like I was about to fly out of my body. I released his horns to grip the cotton sheets, fabric bunched in my fists and sparks dancing in my vision as I yearned for more, more, more. Orgasm burst over me in a moment of blinding surprise, and I moaned his name, desperate, and unhinged, and wanting, somehow still wanting.
He moved with all the strength and confidence that big, glorious body possessed, hauling me up and flipping us over so I straddled him while he sat against the carved wooden headboard. He fed eagerly at my mouth, his clawed fingers raking through my tangled hair as he thrust upward, grinding his hard cock along my clit where it was trapped between us.
The best part about fae lovers was the infinite variety. No two fae were ever alike, all of us expressing the nature of the magic within us differently. Like the horns, and claws, and strange ears. I had heard it whispered that the variety was one of the biggest reasons humans emigrated to Elfhaven. I smiled to myself at the thought, having seen just how uniquely shaped Ward was. I moaned into his mouth and rocked against him, reveling in the feel of the bulges and bumps along his cock as they rubbed me just right.
Unable to take the torment a moment longer, I sat up and reached down to grip him. I gave him a firm stroke before easing downward, slowly sheathing him inside my aching core.
He hissed, his blue eyes glowing as they met mine, watching my face as if it was the most riveting thing he had ever seen while I sank down on his cock. I let out a little mewling sound when I was fully seated, stretched so wide I thought I might break apart at the slightest movement.
He smoothed his big hands over my sides and up to my breasts, cupping and kneading as he kissed a path along the side of my throat. I tilted my head to the side in invitation, and he bit down sharply at the same time as he thrust upward underneath me, impaling me even further, making me shudder and gasp in his arms.
It was like the action unleashed something ancient and primal in both of us all at once. I braced my hands on his chest and rolled my hips, riding him like a wild stallion as he slammed up into me from below. The bumps and ridges on his cock pressed and rubbed just right, lighting me up inside as I raced toward another bright, blinding release.
He growled against my throat, gripping my hips and slamming up into me one last time as I convulsed around him. My fake name tumbled from his lips as we both gasped and shook with the force of our orgasms.
Ward pressed lingering kisses to my face and neck as we both tried desperately to catch our breath. It was endearing, given that this was just a moment. Just a fling.
Then he moved, lifting me with him as he stood and carried me to the little bathing chamber to clean us both up.
I was pretty sure the cocky guy from earlier wouldn't have been big on aftercare. I chuckled against Ward's shoulder, feeling punch-drunk and floaty with afterglow.
"Something amusing?" the big male asked as he drew a soft towel over my skin.
I pressed a kiss to the closest bit of exposed gray skin, which happened to be the muscular swell of his shoulder, smooth and hard as marble against my lips. "Just my life," I told him sagely. "Always amusing."
He tossed the towel away and brushed the tangled brown hair back from my face as he looked down at me with a fond half smile. "Is it then?"
I nodded. "Leave it to me to meet the perfect man when there's no way I can keep him."
His smile slowly faded, and I felt like the world's biggest idiot. What a way to sound clingy, Kat. Honestly.
He looked away and ran a hand over the back of his neck, ruffling his tumbled mahogany locks as he turned away. Great. This was where he walked away forever, and I regretted literally every word that came out of my mouth. As usual.
"I'm not perfect," he whispered as he gathered up his clothes. "Far from it, unfortunately." His blue eyes met mine, and he gave me a sad look. "I wish I'd met you a week ago," he said, shaking his head. "But unfortunately, I've made other promises for my time in the Brightfall. I'm sorry."
I shook my head and sighed. "Ignore me. We're both adults. We know exactly what this is. I just had a moment of pleasure-induced stupidity, and my mouth ran away with me." I shrugged. "I'm no freer than you are. But there's no reason to run off right away, unless you want to." I gestured at the little side table that held our pitcher of beer and plates of snacks. "I have the room until morning."
He looked down at the clothes he held in his big hands for a moment longer before he finally looked up and met my eyes again. "I would love to stay a bit longer," he said with a slow, hesitant smile that made him look younger somehow. Shy, almost.
I sighed. "Stop being cute and put some pants on before I climb you like a tree. I think we both need nourishment first."
