“Because you don’t want to know?”
“Because it doesn’t matter. As long as those girls don’t mean anything to you and you’ll be with me exclusively for as long as we’re in a committed relationship, then it doesn’t matter to me.”
“You won’t be jealous if I tell you?”
“Will it hurt? Maybe. Probably. But I won’t hold it against you.”
He nods slowly. “You’re one of a kind, Firebug.”
“Firebug?”
“My new nickname for you. Do you like it?”
“You’re calling me a bug.”
“A cute one.”
“No bugs are cute,” I protest.
“Ladybugs are.”
I burst out laughing, and then a wave of sadness washes over me.
“Hey, now,” he murmurs, drawing me close and rubbing my arms. “It’s all right. You can be sad.”
“I just never thought… Am I really that naïve?”
“You believed and trusted your twin. I don’t think that makes you naïve.” His eyes sparkle. “There are other areas where you’re naïve, and I’ll be more than happy to exploit them.”
“Exploit, eh?” I giggle. “That sounds positively dark.”
“Sometimes dark can be delicious.”
“Hmm. Dark chocolate?”
“Drizzled dark chocolate you can lick off my body.”
“Oh…” I murmur.
“What do you say we get out of here? Head back to my room…” His fingers trail up my bare arm, leaving goosebumps in their wake.
My throat’s dry, but between my legs is wet, and I nod, not trusting myself to speak. His fingers interlock with mine, and we fly off to his cottage. No one is inside, and he shuts the curtains, locks the windows and the door, and turns around to find me already on his bed and naked.
He chuckles as he stalks toward me. “Someone’s in a rush.”
“Maybe.”
I reach out and yank him to me, pulling him up to stand with me on his bed. The kiss is insistent, greedy, and every touch of his hands on my body makes me heat up to the point that I feel as if I'm on fire. After drowning for so long, it's refreshing to feel so alive, and I steal his breath, needing him to live.
My hands yank at his shirt, and we break off the kiss long enough for me to rip it over his head. He shoves his pants down to his ankles and kicks them off, freeing himself.
Damon moves to go to kiss me again, but a finger touches his lips, and I shake my head, grinning coyly. He kisses my finger as I kneel on the bed before him and take him into my mouth.
“Fuck,” Damon groans.
I laugh around his cock, which twitches in my mouth in response. My tongue flicks against the tip, and I suck him as hard as I can. Maybe I don’t take him into my mouth as much as other girls can, but I can learn how to. A girl can get used to this.
“I’m going to come if you don’t stop,” he groans.
Silly Damon. That’s the whole point.
I suck even harder, grabbing his hips, shoving him farther into my mouth, deeper into me. His hot spray coats the back of my mouth, and I swallow and swallow and swallow.
I draw back and lick my lips. His cock is glistening, and I go to lick it, but Damon crouches down and guides me onto my back.
"You gave me the one kiss before," he says hoarsely. His eyes shine, and I see both love and lust in those dark orbs.
I shiver. “I remember.”
“And you stipulated the lips on your face.”
I nod. My excitement is building, and I rub my legs together, trying to gain some relief.
He chuckles as he spreads my legs apart. “As I mentioned, you have two sets. If it’s all right—”
“It’s all right!” I blurt out.
“What is?”
“Whatever you want to do to me.”
His lips and his tongue assault my lips, and it's so delicious that I cry out. I drape my legs over his shoulders, bucking my hips, letting a wave of pleasure fill me. It builds and builds and builds, and I almost want him to stop. It's almost too much, and then it is. It crests, and the pleasure gives way to an ecstasy I've never felt before.
He’s not done, though, and he doesn’t stop until I’ve orgasmed two more times. I’m panting and ready to die as he lies beside me, cradling me from behind.
“That was…” I can’t finish the statement because I have no words.
Damon kisses the hollow of my neck and stretches his body against me. As he does so, I feel his erection pressing against my ass.
“You’re ready to go again?” I ask, incredulous.
“When you deny yourself for so long, yes, you can sometimes go again very quickly.”
“Hmm.” I eye the clock. “Our lovemaking has already taken an hour. Not so quick after all.”
“Are you complaining?” he asks as he rolls me onto my back.
"Not at all." I lift up to kiss him and roll us over, so I'm on top.
Slowly, I ride him, nice and slow, so slow that he groans and begs for me to go faster, so slow that it’s torturing me too, but that doesn’t stop me from coming hard, and he orgasms just fine too, and even better, because I’m moving slowly, he’s still hard. Now, I go hard and fast, just as he begged, just as I had deprived us, and this orgasm is brief but just as intense as the others.
I collapse on top of him.
He laughs, the sound causing vibrations that make me bounce against his firm chest. “Worn out?”
“I can keep going. Can you?” I challenge.
“In a bit, Firebug. In a bit.”
With a content sigh, I rest on him. My eyes close, and I know I’ll fall asleep.
But I don’t want to sleep. Not yet. We’ve only just started to exist as a couple, and I want to drink him in.
“What are you thinking about?” he murmurs.
“The future.”
“Oh yeah? Anything specific?”
I shift slightly so I can look at him. “I’ve been giving it a lot of thought, what I want to do with the rest of my life. Orchid told me about how before her great-grandma’s time, fairies and humans would work together to solve crimes. I thought about it. I mean, I’ve definitely felt called to fight the darkness. I’ve always felt that way, but I don’t want to fight crimes. I’m done with that. Damon, I want to help humans. Fairies with all of their magic have so many problems of their own, but the humans have even more, and they lack magic. I want to help them.”
“How?” he asks slowly.
“I want to open a special herbal tea shop.” I beam. Just thinking about it makes me so happy that I’m giddy. “Think about it! We can help people through tea!”
“By giving them potions,” he says, his words still coming out slow.
I nod. “They won’t ever suspect a thing! And we’ll have to make sure of that, so if we have to use the magic of music or anything else, we can and will. That way, none of the fairy courts will come knocking on our door.” I barely pause before I add, “You hate this idea.”
He bursts out laughing. “It’s so very you,” he says.
“But is it you too?” I bite my lower lip.
“Rosemary, I transferred to Light Fae Academy because the demons rejected me for being part fairy. The fairies, somewhat, accepted me, but I don’t know if I’ll ever truly find my place in either realm. I’m willing to go to the humans if you want to. It’ll be a challenge, and I’m always up for an adventure. You know that.”
“When Bay gets out of prison, I’m going to let her know where we are so she can come visit,” I warn. “Will you be okay with that?”
“She’s your sister. Regardless of what she’s done, she’s your twin. I’m not going to tell you that you can’t talk to her.”
“My parents will hate this.”
“They can’t live your life for you.”
“Mom might not like you.”
“Moms typically don’t.” He laughs.
“You will meet my parents?”
“If you�
�ll meet mine.”
I settle back against his chest. “It almost feels like you and me against the world.”
“No, Firebug. It’s you and me fighting for the world. For the chance to be together and the chance to change the world. Are you for that?” he murmurs. “Because I know I am.”
“Fire and brimstone, you know I am!”
With that, Damon rolls us over, and we cement our vow with another bout of lovemaking. Bay’s made her choices and has to pay with the consequences, yes, but I’ve made my own choices. I’ve changed and grown, and I’m more than willing to pay the consequences of loving Damon and wanting to help the humans.
Light and dark. That’s what I am.
Damon is too.
“I love you,” I murmur, reaching up to cup his face.
His eyes glitter. “I love you too, Rosemary, my Firebug. I love you too.”
Thank you for reading Light Fae Academy Year Three! I hope you loved Rosemary’s journey. Her love story is also one of self-discovery, which is some of the reason why it took her so long to determine which guy is the one for her. Which team are you? #TeamDamon? Or #TeamSage? I’d love to know!
And now it’s Bay’s turn. The Dark Fae Penitentiary trilogy will be up for preorder soon!
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Until next book,
Nala
Other Books By Nala Kinglsey
Light Fae Academy
Year One
Year Two
Year Three - Available for Preorder
The Darkness of Light
Her Dark Defenders
Her Wicked Guardians
Her Sinful Lovers
Zombie Year 2099
Voodoo Sector
Dark Fae Penitentiary
First Offense - Coming Soon
Second Offense - Coming Soon
Third Offense - Coming Soon
About the Author
Nala Kingsley loves bubble baths and wine. Lots of wine, the fruitier the better. When she’s not writing about strong heroines and the strikingly gorgeous men who love them, she’s probably rereading Game of Thrones or watching the series for the hundredth time.
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