The Pixie Prince

by Lex Valentine

  Her fingers closed around his cock again, and Max felt like he’d died and gone to heaven. Her lips curved in that little smile of amusement that made him want to kiss her mouth for hours. He nibbled at the corner of her lips while she stroked his cock with a twisting motion, her hand sliding along its hard length.

  “So, Pixie Prince? Are you gonna fuck me in the ass or what?” she whispered against his mouth.

  Max grinned. “Is that a challenge, Bliss?” He rolled over, trapping her beneath him, his hands cupping her breasts, then stroking down to her belly.

  “Just a question. But if you want a challenge, you should know that no man has ever fucked me in the ass,” she panted, her eyes bright with lust.

  “Now, you’ve done it,” he gritted out, his body going completely haywire at the notion of being the first to take her dark little hole. “Where’s the lube?”

  She reached out and pulled open the drawer in the bedside table. Max leaned over and looked in, letting out a low whistle. Toys filled the drawer. Red furry handcuffs, several large dildos including a double-headed one that sent a shiver down his spine, vibrators, feather ticklers, blindfolds, silk ties, and three or four different kinds of lube.

  Max’s brows rose as he glanced over his shoulder at her. “Fetish much?”

  The throaty chuckle she gave in reply to his question shifted his lust into overdrive. There was a lot more to Bliss than he’d first thought, and it excited him to discover it. He grabbed the brand of lube that he recognized as being super slippery. Setting it on the pillow next to her, he trapped her head between his arms as he rubbed his hard cock against her wet pussy. She moaned and he thrust into her, balls deep. She wrapped her legs around his hips, bucking up to meet his thrusts.

  He loved the feel of her hot pussy sucking at his cock, but it was just a warm up for what he really wanted to do. Shaking with hunger to take her virgin ass, he knew he had to prepare her first because someone as big as him wasn’t entering something as tight as her ass without a little pain.

  When Bliss began to moan and writhe beneath him, he pulled out of her, flipping her onto her stomach. Reaching for the lube, he thumbed the lid open and squirted the slippery liquid onto his palm. He stroked his cock with it, reveling in the slick feel of the lube on his hard flesh. Spreading her thighs, he bent to lick her pussy a few times from behind.

  Little mewling noises came from Bliss’ throat as his tongue corkscrewed into her hot depths. He pulled her hips higher until she was on her knees with her beautiful curved ass in the air. He licked his way from her dripping pussy to the dark rose of her anus, teasing the tender hole with his tongue.

  The mewling sounds grew louder and he grinned briefly. This might be her first time having anal sex, but she was sure sensitive in that area. He stabbed at her hole with the tip of his tongue. She cried out, and he saw her fists clench in the sheets. Oh, yeah. She was definitely into some ass play.

  Max squirted the lube into the crack of Bliss’ ass, rubbing it into her flesh. She moaned loudly, her body flushing with sexual heat. He rubbed and squirted a couple more times, finally pressing one slick finger into her tight hole. She caught her breath on a moan, then pushed back against his finger as he fucked her with it.

  “Do you like that, sweets?” he asked, his voice rough with passion. He squirted more lube and pressed a second finger into her.

  Another loud drawn out moan escaped her as she pushed back against his hand again. “Yeeessss. Oh, goddess, yes!”

  Max thrust the first two fingers of his hand into her ass, feeling her tight heat close around his digits. He didn’t know how the hell he would get his cock into her without hurting her, but it was too late to turn back now. He burned to shove every inch of himself into that hot little hole and hear her scream as he filled her. He squirted more lube on his thick head, and more lube on her ass, working it into her with his fingers.

  She pushed back onto his fingers, fucking them. The sight of her face pressed against the sheets, her fists filled with the cotton, while her ass thrust itself onto his fingers, made him want to shoot his load all over her back. Never had a woman been this hot for him.

  He pulled his fingers out, and she moaned in disappointment. With a grim smile, Max rubbed the thick head of his cock against her wet anus. The slippery lube teased his sensitive flesh, and he leaned over her, letting his weight press his cock against her tight opening. The little hole resisted. Max pressed harder. Bliss moaned louder. She thrust her ass back as he pushed more determinedly, and then she screamed a little as the head of his cock broke through the tight ring of muscles.

  They both stopped moving. Their panting sounded loud in the bedroom. Fear kept Max from moving. He was afraid he’d hurt her.

  “Bliss? Baby? You okay?” he murmured, gently stroking his hands over her hips in a soothing manner.

  A loud groan came from Bliss. “Ohmyfuckinggodthatfeelssogood.”

  Max blinked in surprise. She liked it? Holy. Hell. He reached for the lube again, squirting some on the place where his cock was embedded head deep in her ass. He rubbed it around the area and onto his shaft. Then he pressed farther into her. Her ass gave it up, and he sank balls deep into the tightest, hottest hole he had ever been in.

  “More,” she gasped.

  Not about to disappoint the most perfect woman in the world, Max pulled back and thrust into her ass again. She moaned. He thrust again, feeling her insides clenching his cock. She moaned again. The more he thrust, the louder she moaned. Soon, his cock pistoned into her virgin ass with short, hard strokes. Her skin flushed bright pink, and her tight ass clung to his cock despite the abundance of slippery lube.

  He could feel his balls pulling up tight to his body as the heat of her ass pushed him closer to orgasm. He knew she liked what he was doing but thus far, he hadn’t seen any evidence of an impending orgasm so he reached beneath her, rubbing her clit and slipping two fingers into her soaked pussy.

  The mewling noises came from her once more, and Max realized they were sounds of intense pleasure. He rubbed her clit with his thumb, stabbing his fingers deeper into her pussy.

  “Ohhh, Max…” Bliss’ voice shook, and for a split second Max feared something was wrong. Then she moaned, “Oh, God, more! I’m gonna come!”

  Elation exploded in his brain. “Come for me, baby! I’m gonna fuck you until you see stars!” he growled, pushing his cock deeper into her ass as his fingers plunged into her dripping pussy.

  His thumb scraped her stiff clit again as he felt heat twisting around his lower body. The friction of her tight ass on his cock and the feel of her hot pussy squeezing his fingers sent him over the edge. He felt his balls release his cum and the instant he bathed the inside of her ass with his load, he felt her come.

  “Max!” she screamed, tossing her head and then sinking her fangs into the pillow.

  “Bliss! Oh, yeah, baby!” he groaned as her ass clutched his cock and her pussy sucked at his fingers.

  His eyes squeezed shut as he shook with the force of his orgasm. Lights exploded inside his head. Holy hell, he was having the biggest orgasm of his life!

  After a few minutes, during which his cock twitched and jerked, spilling more cum than he could remember ever spewing before, he opened his eyes.

  Bliss had shredded the pillow with her razor sharp fangs. Batting and bits of pillowcase were caught in her hair and strewn on the other pillows. Pussy juice, lube and cum were streaked down her slender thighs. She spit out little white bits of pillow stuffing.

  A chuckle rose up from his chest. The moment it escaped him, she looked at him wide-eyed, her ass still in the air, his cock still inside her. His chuckle became a laugh, and he reached down to brush the batting off her beautiful face.

  “Oh, Bliss. That is the cutest thing I’ve ever seen,” he wheezed, still laughing.

  Her brows shot together. “What is? Me with my ass in the air and your dick still stuck in me?”

  Max laughed harder, tears coming to hi
s eyes. He wiped them away and carefully pulled free of her ass. He looked closely for any signs of bleeding but didn’t see any. When he looked at Bliss again, her eyes were narrowed.

  “I don’t know if I should be turned on or insulted by the way you were just studying my asshole,” she grumbled.

  Max flopped down on the mattress, causing the shredded pillow bits to go flying. He dragged Bliss into his arms and kissed her forehead, rubbing his face on the top of her head lovingly. Then he released her with a deep sigh of satisfaction.

  “I was just making sure I didn’t hurt you, baby,” he soothed, rubbing his hands over her body.

  “No, you didn’t hurt me,” she admitted. “But you could tell me what was so damned funny.”

  He hugged her tightly, removing more of the pillow batting by blowing it off her hair. “You, covered in pillow bits,” he revealed. “Those fangs of yours are lethal. You totally killed a king-sized pillow.”

  Once she realized why he’d been laughing, she looked a little sheepish. “Well, I’m a vampire. I kinda have a little biting thing,” she muttered.

  Max kissed her behind the ear. “You have to bite me, don’t you?” he asked, nuzzling her throat. “I mean, it’s different when the fae find their mates. You just…find them. There’s nothing to be done about it. Either someone has that emotional and mental connection with you or they don’t. But you vamps have a whole ritual to finding your mate, don’t you?”

  Bliss frowned a little. “Yes, there is more to it than just finding the person with whom you have a connection. There is a bonding ritual that includes drinking from one’s mate,” she explained cautiously. “You see, once a vampire is bonded to their mate, they can never drink the blood of another. This is why vampires die when their mates die. They die of starvation.”

  Max went still with shock. To die of starvation was horrific. It was the most appalling death he could imagine. But it also made him wonder how the hell Alexa had known that she wasn’t dying when she lost her mate.

  “I don’t think Alexa was the one that discovered it, Max.”

  He jerked a little, still not used to the fact that Bliss could read his thoughts. In fact, he still hadn’t tried to read hers to make sure the communication was a two way street. “What do you mean?” he asked.

  Bliss shrugged a little, her slender shoulders moving restlessly. “I think she fell into a coma. That’s what happened to my brother. At first, no one knew why he had. Then my brother Lucien realized that Olivier’s mate must have died,” she explained in a low voice. “Elena was away at the time. She’d gone to Spain to see relatives. Lucien was frantic and asked the doctor to try to feed Olivier intravenously with blood donated by the two of us. At first, Olivier’s body rejected the blood, and he slipped further into a coma. A couple of days later, the doctors gave up on him. Elena had been confirmed dead, and my brother was wasting away. But Lucien made them try one last time…”

  “And that time the transfusion worked?” Max asked, tentatively trying to touch the memories in her head. When they came roaring at him full speed, he knew without a doubt that she was his mate.

  However, feeling her pain, the anguish she and Lucien had been through when Olivier’s mate had died, had him gathering her close to his chest. He hugged her tightly, kissing her smooth forehead. Her brother’s ordeal had certainly scarred the entire family. Even though Olivier survived, all three siblings were marked by the dark sense of being some kind of aberration.

  “Yes. Our blood saved Olivier, although no one knows why it did.” She pulled back a little and looked into his eyes. Max rubbed her back soothingly. “Someone had to have fed Alexa while she was in a coma. Someone tried to save her and did.”

  Max tried to remember what Alexa had told him about losing her mate. “I don’t know, Bliss. All she ever told me was that he burned to death in a car crash at a racetrack in Germany. She never told me how she survived it.”

  They were silent for long minutes pondering the puzzle that was Alexa’s survival, then Bliss said, “Don’t you think it’s weird that her mate died doing what my brother does?”

  “Racing cars?” Max’s brows rose. “Yeah. It does seem to be an odd coincidence.”

  Bliss let out a frustrated sigh. “There’s something odd about them. I can’t put my finger on it, but there are too many coincidences. I’ll have to think about it for awhile,” she muttered.

  Max smiled. “You love puzzles, don’t you?”

  She wrinkled her nose at him. “So what? A good logic puzzle stretches your brain.”

  Max got up and reached down to scoop her up into his arms. He headed for the bathroom saying, “You’re already way smarter than me, sweets.”

  “You think so?” she laughed, curving her arms around his neck and nuzzling his throat. “Then why isn’t it that I haven’t bitten you yet, when I’m dying to taste you?”

  Max set her on her feet in the tiled bathroom, his hands stroking over her silken skin. “Because we only just met.” He tilted her head up, looking deep into her blue eyes. “Because you taking bonding seriously after what happened to your brother.” He paused, then decided to put everything on the line with her. “Look, Bliss. I know you’re my mate. As far as I’m concerned, you can bite me any time you like. I’m not squeamish. But I know that the bonding ritual is a very deep, important thing to your race. When you decide that the time is right, you just say the word, and my veins are yours.”

  To his amazement, tears filled her eyes. Her arms came around him and she hugged him tightly. “You don’t know what you have just given me, Max,” she whispered, pressing a kiss to his bare chest. “To find you, and to have you instinctively understand so much about me… You just don’t know what that means to me.”

  Max felt an ache in his chest as emotions swirled within him. He gathered her close, cradling her protectively in his arms. “I will do whatever it takes to make my mate happy,” he told her. “I’ve waited a long time to find you.”

  “I know,” she said, her voice muffled in his bare chest. “I’ve waited a long time to find you too. I think we just need some time to get to know each other. Is that unreasonable?”

  Max shook his head, his long blonde hair spilling over his shoulders. “No, it’s not. If it’s okay with you, I’ll stay here with you until my new mattress comes. Then, you can come home with me for awhile. It will give us a chance to see how we each live.”

  “Deal,” she murmured.

  “Good. Now, let’s shower and get some sleep. How can I be pretty for the cameras if you keep wearing me out sexually and don’t let me get any sleep on that fantastic mattress?” he joked. “Of course, you’ll have to be the one who only has one pillow, since you so rudely ate one.”

  “Ate one!” Bliss stepped back out of his arms and smacked him on the chest.

  Max winced at the slap. “Yeah, ate one. I distinctly recall seeing you spitting out the stuffing,” he teased.

  “Oh, you!” she growled, flashing her fangs at him. He laughed, reaching around her to turn on the shower.

  “Shower, then sleep,” he ordered.

  Bliss stepped into the tiled stall and squirted shower gel on into her palm. “Sex, shower, then sleep,” she said, pulling him into the stall and grasping his half erect cock with her soapy hand.

  Max groaned. Her touch had his cock rising to its full length in a matter of moments. “Okay,” he agreed, and reached for her.

  Chapter Six

  The mattress turned out to be backordered, so for three weeks Max and Bliss played house in her loft above Carpe Noctem. Max got a taste of Bliss’ life as the owner of a popular nightclub. And then he met both of her brothers, which was a real eye-opener.

  Lucien, the oldest and head of the family, couldn’t have been more accepting of Max as Bliss’ mate. Olivier was every bit as dark and brooding as Max had thought he would be. When Bliss announced that Max was her bloodmate, Olivier’s jaw tightened, and his electric blue eyes darkened to midnight, b
ut he didn’t say a single word. Both Lucien and Bliss ignored his reaction, so Max did too. Still, Max couldn’t stop himself from observing the man who had gone through the same phenomenon that Alexa had. While Alexa found ways to continue enjoying life to some degree, Olivier had not.

  As for Alexa, she refused to come to the club to see Max. That worried him. Because of her refusal to come by the club, Max still hadn’t told her that Bliss was his mate. Alexa just thought Max was fucking Bliss. He didn’t know how to tell her the truth because he didn’t know how she would take it. While she would never begrudge him his mate, Max knew his news would scare her. Alexa had no one but him and he feared her reaction if she thought she would lose him. Which was why he found himself alone at Butcher’s Block one afternoon, trying to figure out how to deal with the situation.

  “You know, not telling her is the worst thing you could do,” Marty advised as he set another martini in front of Max.

  Max fiddled with the olive. “That’s what Bliss says,” he muttered, his voice filled with dread.

  “Well, Bliss is a smart woman. You should listen to her.” Marty put his hands on his hips. “It’s not that big a deal, Max. You’re making too much of this. Alexa is not Olivier Wilde. She’s not some gloom and doom wraith with a death wish!”

  Max quirked an eyebrow. “Is that what’s wrong with him? He has a death wish?”

  Marty nodded. “He’s always in the tabloids for some outrageous, death-defying act. It’s all bullshit. The man wants to die, but doesn’t have the balls to just do it. So he pushes the limits testing race cars or climbing down into volcanoes that are about to erupt.” The waiter snorted in disgust. “The most daring thing Alexa does is short trade.”

  Max couldn’t argue with Marty on that front. Alexa could be pretty conservative, and she definitely didn’t have a death wish. Maybe Marty was right and he should tell her about Bliss.

  “Okay. Maybe you’re right,” he conceded. “Still, you can’t tell me this is not going to affect her emotionally.”