“Hi,” I respond with a meek smile.
“Doing okay?” I nod in a reply. A smile breaks across Nyx’s face, and I feed off his happiness. “Ready?” I’m not sure what he is referring to, what I need to be ready for; the confusion must appear on my face. Nyx follows with, “Hold on to me, baby. There’s so much I want to show you up here. So much freedom I’ve waited my entire life to be able to share with someone. To do this with you.” Elation spreads throughout my skin, and I lean into him, placing a kiss on the top of his shoulder. His arms tighten around me, and I welcome it. “Hold on, love.” I feel the power in his body, his muscles moving as he moves his wings, pulling us higher. “Let’s soar, baby.”
The next thing I know, he expands his wings to their full length. I lay on top of him as he glides through the sky. My legs fall on each side of his waist, but I continue to hold onto the back of his shoulders. I lift my head up to look around, and the view is beautiful. I feel like I am flying, but Nyx is my anchor. I look down at Nyx, and kiss him with all the passion I have in me.
Feeling his muscles moving below me, I know he’s treading the air around us. We were alone up here, and I don’t want to ever experience this with anyone else but him. I feel his hand run along the skin against my ribs, pressing my chest closer to him. I wrap my legs around his waist, pressing my hips against his, and he groans against my lips. “Tessa,” he whispers. “We can’t up here.” Fighting the magnetic energy, while he presses his hard rod against my core, I moan.
“I’m sorry, I can’t help myself.” I hold myself still, feeling the heat covering my entire body from embarrassment.
“Don’t be embarrassed, doll; it’s taking all of me to be in control. I promise to protect you, and I will do everything. We’re not on the ground, and I don’t want to take any risks.” He kisses me on the cheek. “Come on, let’s go.” He wraps his arms tighter around me, and we begin to descend toward the ground near his house. I relax and enjoy the flight Nyx is giving me, knowing he has a hold of me. The breeze is blowing in my hair and grazing my skin, and I enjoy this moment with him. This is something I’ve never done. I think I want to do it for as long as Nyx wants to; just knowing I am the first person he’s taken to the sky gives me a warm, fuzzy sensation that I never want to go away. Getting closer to his house, I start to feel his grip around me tighten.
There is a muffled yell coming from somewhere around us. Nyx’s body begins to tense, and I notice we’re moving at a faster pace. “Nyx!” The voice is clearer now; I can hear someone calling for him. I can’t see where it’s coming from, since he’s buried me to his chest. It’s hard to move when his hold on me gets tighter. I don’t want to move since he seems to be focusing on getting to our destination.
“Nyx? Are you okay? I think someone is calling for you.” He continues to move at a rapid pace.
“It’s just Kristopher; I’ll talk to him later. We need to get back.” He glides down and lands in of the front of the house, setting me down. He grabs my hand and rushes me to the front door, pulling me behind him.
“Nyx, slow down. I can’t walk this fast. Are you okay? What’s wrong?” He opens the front door and moves me in front of him, pushing me into his house.
“Stay here,” he commands with a dark look in his eyes as I stare at him. My body is still pulsing from our closeness, and he sets his jaw tightly.
“Nyx?” I can sense he’s under some stress, and I want to get to the bottom of it. “What’s wrong? Talk to me, why are you acting so weird?”
“Nyx! What are you doing with her? Why is she still here?” A voice booms behind Nyx.
“I’ll be back, stay inside. I’ll be right back.” And like that he closes the door, shutting me in.
Staying in the house like Nyx asked, since I don’t want to cause any more trouble than I already have, I still want to know what is happening. I go around the corner to the window, so I can see what is going on outside. I know I shouldn’t be eavesdropping, but I peek around the corner window to see what has him so rattled. Was it his cousin? Nyx’s back is facing me, and I thoroughly enjoy every detail of him from his broad shoulders, trim waist, nice ass, to his toned legs encased in denim. The powerful wings lying against his back are alluring: reflecting the sunlight, which is hitting them just right as I blink. I see another guy walking up to him. The almost transparent wings on him indicate to me right away that he’s Fae as well.
This guy is clearly very angry, speeding up his pace when approaching Nyx, and I immediately worry about Nyx, but he’s not moving. Something about this man looks familiar, but I can’t quite place where I might have seen him before. The stranger is exchanging words with Nyx, and while Nyx doesn’t appear rattled by this guy, I’m not comfortable with the idea of this man speaking to him the way he is. I want to rush out there and push him away from Nyx, but the logical side of me knows that will only cause more problems.
Nyx begins to turn around to head into the house, and I let go of the edge of the curtain and race over to the corner chair, grabbing a book off the side table. I know it’s childish to act like my hand wasn’t in the cookie jar, trying to eavesdrop, but I don’t want Nyx to know. The last thing he probably needs right now is for me to upset him. That jerk outside, which was in his face already, likely did enough. I hear the door open and shut, then footsteps down the hall. “Tessa?”
“In here, I’m just reading a book.” I have the biggest grin on my face, and it feels fake. I’m the worst liar. Ever. I can't hide anything if my life depends on it, and though my face shows every emotion, it doesn’t stop me from at least trying. Nyx raises his eyebrow, clearly detecting my lie. Crap. “So who was that?” From the reaction on his face, I can tell he doesn’t want me to talk about it.
He strides over to where I am and grabs the book from me. “Reading, huh? I think books are better read the right way up,” he says, as he turns the book right side up and places the book back in my hands.
“Well, maybe I was learning to read upside down. It could be a new talent you know,” I reply cheekily.
“I’m sure it is; I'm sure that I'll appreciate every single one of your talents,” he whispers in my ear before he places a kiss on my cheek. “Why don’t you take a shower; I’ll make something for us to eat. I’ll check on you in a bit.” He takes my hand, pulling me out of the chair and leads me down the hallway.
“That sounds like a good idea.” I press my lips against him before heading toward the shower. Before I am able to step away, Nyx groans at my kiss and swipes his tongue along the seam of my lips, and I naturally open for him. His hand on my side is slowly moving toward my hips, as he’s pulling me closer to him. My body naturally responds to him by lifting myself up by my toes, trying to get closer to him. My hands are moving from his arms to around his neck, then slowly moving down his chest, as I long to strip him bare in front of me. Leaning his head back, his eyes are dazed with lust.
“You need to take a shower before I take you right here,” he growls. I nod and force myself to step away toward his room and the shower. I undress quickly with a low moan as I fight the urge to go back to him.
I step into the shower, letting the hot water pour over me. I feel the tension fading away from my muscles. My body is relaxing from the beat of the water as it’s massaging every part of me, while I think back to the awful shower in my apartment. I don't miss it at all right now. I let my head hang forward as I enjoy the bit of luxury.
Feeling a warm body pressing against my back, I lean against him knowing it can only be Nyx. He wraps his arms around me and cups my breasts. Pulling me closer to him, as he places a kiss on the top of my head. I hear a low growl coming from his chest. Pushing my ass against his hips, I feel his hard cock pressed perfectly against the seam of my ass. I turn my head against his neck. My tongue peeks out as I give Nyx a small lick before pressing my lips to his neck. He’s moving one of his hands down, wrapping his hand around the curve of my hip, pulling me closer. “Tessa,” he whispers. “I do
n’t know how much longer I can resist; I want you so badly, but I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t, I promise,” I attempt to reassure him. I want this more than anything I could ever imagine. Lost in my thoughts, and in Nyx, my breaths become more shallow. I need my Fae right now. I want him to mark me in every sense of the word. Looking into his eyes, I can’t say for sure what love looks like, but if I could describe it, it would look exactly like what I see in Nyx as our eyes latch onto each other.
Crushing his lips against mine, I give into Nyx with every facet of myself. I place my hand over his and slide his hand off my hip, to right where I want him to be. I want him to give me the orgasm I didn’t know I desired since the moment I woke up in his bed. He slides his fingers against my clit, causing me to whimper. I crave more because he feels so good against me, and I can’t imagine having this experience with anyone else. “You feel so good, Tess,” he whispers then nips my earlobe, causing me to moan. I reach between us; wanting to give him the same pleasure he is giving me. Before I am able to reach my destination, he grabs both my hands and places them against the shower wall. “I’m in control. I’m going to mark every part of you, so you know you belong to me. You’re mine, only mine. I want you to crave me as badly as I crave everything about you. Your mind, your heart, and your soul...I’ll make sure that I claim that pussy of yours as mine. You are not going to want anyone else when we’re done. Don’t move,” Nyx commands in a deep, dominating voice that turns my insides into mush. I can’t picture anyone else in my life.
“Just as much as you’re mine and only mine. I won’t share you with anyone else; you belong to me and only me. Claim me as yours, Nyx.” Keeping my hands against the wall, submitting to my Fae, I turn my head toward him, whispering, “I love you. There’s something that’s brought us together, and I can’t ever think of being with anyone else. You’re in my every thought, and I won’t be able to dream of a life without you. Only you, Nyx.”
“Only you, Tessa, only ever you. It will always be you.” He crushes his lips against mine as he plunges his fingers into my core, causing me to scream out.
“Nyx!” His fingers, thrusting in and out of my core, are sending me right to the edge. My legs begin to weaken, and Nyx is holding me against him even tighter. Curving his fingers, as he presses against the spot that pushes me over the ledge, I hear myself scream while he gives me the pleasure that I’ve been craving from him, but I want more. The selfish part of me wants all of him. “Nyx, I want you. I need you. Please,” I begin to beg. He pulls his fingers out of me, and I feel the head of his cock right at my entrance.
“I need you as well. I love you,” he pledges to me, and my heart jumps at his response. He presses his cock in me, and I hear a deep moan coming from behind me. “You’re so tight, but fuck you feel so good.” As he pushes himself further in, until he’s buried all the way, I wince from the slight pain of my first time. I hear him gasp, before I drop back against him. “You’re meant for me and me only,” he whispers.
“Only you, please, Nyx,” I whimper wanting him to move, and he begins to thrust into me. Feeling him stretch me to the limits, as I want more, I tighten around him wanting to keep him inside as he curses behind me.
“If you keep doing that, I’m not going to last long. I want to make this good for you.” I reach for his hand and place it on my breast. He grips it as he continues to plunge into me harder, faster.
“You feel so good; I’m going to come soon,” I tell him breathily, as I feel the pressure inside of me start to release. He places his palm against my clit, placing just enough pressure that I begin to rub against it, while pushing back toward him, desperate for my next orgasm. Pushing his dick into me harder and faster, the sensations are everywhere, causing me to lose control. “Nyx! Please,” I start to beg him as we move roughly together, needing to come around him.
“Come,” he demands, as he bites down hard on my shoulder; that bit of pain is what I need to tumble over the edge. I hear a muffled groan, and I can feel him throbbing inside of me. It feels so wonderful; I never want to leave his arms.
“Nyx! Where are you?” I hear a man shouting, as a door slams against the wall. My body locks up from shock. Immediately, I feel Nyx push me against the corner of the shower, and I whimper from the slight pain in my arm.
“Get out!” Nyx roars back angrily, as I slump forward. I recognize the voice as his cousin again, and my head swims with the difference between what was happening, just a few moments ago, and now.
“Are you with that human?” the man asks with disgust in his tone. “She’s going to kill us! What are you doing? You are supposed to protect us, Nyx. You’re the prince of this world, and all of us depend on you!” the man continues to yell, and I feel myself shaking. Prince? Is Nyx a prince? I look around for a moment before the pain hits me again. That explains this fancy house.
“A prince? You’re a prince?”
“Get the fuck out now, Kristopher, or I’ll kill you myself,” he responds with a deadly tone, and I hear the guy, who I know is Kristopher stomp away. There is something about the way Nyx said that to his cousin and the way he looks now that intimidates me.
Nyx inhales deeply, and he immediately pulls back from me. I blink my eyes, wondering what is wrong with him.
“Nyx?” His eyes are frantically looking over my body, which causes me to feel uneasy, wishing I had some clothes on now. He grabs my arm, and I look down at what he’s focusing on, I’m bleeding. “Talk to me.”
“You’re bleeding.” I hear the panic in his voice. “We have to stop it. Now." Grabbing me by my hand, he pulls me out of the shower and hands me a towel. “Wrap yourself in this.” He leaves me in the room by myself, as he rushes out of his bedroom. My heart falls into the pit of my stomach. I can’t help but feel as if he has just blown me off. He’s mad I’m bleeding and left me to tend to myself. I quickly dry myself off, careful around my arm as I dab the area dry. I put my clothes back on, tearing a piece of my shirt off, and wrapping it tightly around my arm to stop the bleeding.
Just as I am getting ready to leave the bedroom, I see Nyx coming back down the hall with a first aid kit. I wrap my hand around my arm and take a step back. “You’re bleeding. Let me take care of it. I knew this would happen. This is why I didn’t want to be close to you. I didn’t want to hurt you, and you just kept pushing. Now look. You’re hurt.”
Anger is coming from his voice. I can’t believe that he is angry over something I had no control over. Worst of all, he feels I pressured him into what I thought was beautiful. Now I know it’s one-sided. “I’m sorry. Nyx. I didn’t mean too. I thought…”
Nyx cuts me off and tells me. "You thought wrong. I told you that you would get hurt, and you wouldn’t listen. It’s not happening again. Ever. I refuse to do this to you.” Feeling the pieces of my heart and soul shattering and breaking on the ground, I don’t know what to say anymore. There isn’t anything I can say. I don’t want to say more. I just want to leave. I don’t want to be where I’m not wanted, and I know if I stay here, I won’t survive.
I need to survive. I always survive.
Pushing myself past Nyx, I make my way out the door. I want to leave. I can’t stay with someone that doesn’t want me. It feels that I am pressuring him into something I believed was more. I don’t want to force a person to love me. It will only leave me far more broken than I already am. I just found someone that I loved, and now he is pushing me away. We just made love, my first time, and I don't think I will ever want anybody else.
“Tessa,” he whispers from behind me. I stumble a bit, but I can’t turn and face him. Not after what he told me about what he thought of me. “You’re not welcome back.” A gasp escapes me, and I fight the tears from escaping me. I cover my mouth and move faster. I want to leave as quickly as I can, so I can be left to myself. So I can fall to my knees and cry as I find the pieces left of me that can be salvaged. If there are any.
I dry the plate with the to
wel and place it in the cabinet of my aunt’s cabin. I peer out the window and watch the leaves flutter from the slight breeze. Some of the leaves break away from the branches and slowly float their way to the ground. It’s been a week since Nyx sent me away. When I think of his name, I feel like I’m on the edge of tears and have to pull myself together; remind myself to be strong. Hearing a knock on the door, I slowly make my way toward the front entrance. It’s probably one of Lauren’s friends, stopping for the second time to make sure I’m okay. As I open the door, without looking, I say, “Thank you for checking on me but really I’m…” I stop mid-sentence; it’s Nyx standing in the doorway and my heart stops.
There's a pull to Nyx that I can't explain. Before him, I was content with being alone since that’s all I am used to, but I can’t bear the thought anymore. The thought of being alive without Nyx frightens me to the very depths of my soul. I’m not confident that he even understands as he’s standing on the other side of the threshold. After all, he’s left me once. His reasons may be valid, and in my mind I understand why, but my heart isn’t in tune with my brain. The very guy that stands before me has the power to shatter me completely.
I hide partially behind the door opposite to where Nyx is. A huge wave of emotions washes over me, and I can’t dissect the feelings as quickly as they come. Feeling a tear beginning to roll down my cheek, I turn to leave. I can’t. I won’t. Pulling myself back behind the door, I don’t want him to see me. How he affects me. I need to protect myself, no matter how much I am drawn to him. I need to shut this part of me down. I can’t be strong this time.
“Tessa,” he calls for me, and I hear the pain in his voice. I don’t know if the pain is from pity or another feeling I can’t describe. Not wanting to confront his emotions, since I can’t even keep mine in check, I remain in hiding. It is all one big jumbled mess.
“I’m sorry, Nyx. I can’t,” I respond, as I shut the door in his face. All of what’s left of my heart shatters into tiny pieces on the doorstep of the cabin, in the world I am trapped in, and apparently unable to escape. I would almost rather be back in my rundown apartment with nothing. At least my heart wasn’t at risk, and I didn’t know this type of pain existed. Not until I got that envelope and realized how much I was missing, only to find Nyx and then lose him. I just need to walk away and figure out what my next plan is going to be.
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