“In here, baby,” he called out, ripping off his suit jacket and tie.
He reached down to unbutton his shirt, but a movement in the doorway caught his eye. Bliss stood there in her high heels and a royal blue lace thong, the handcuffs dangling from her slender fingers. He blinked, mesmerized by her beauty. He couldn’t remember ever having sex with a woman who wore sapphires and a thong before.
“You know,” he murmured. “Maybe we won’t need those cuffs after all.”
One black brow arched up. “You think not?”
He nodded in a daze as he reached for her. “You’ve already got me under your spell. What more do you need?”
Bliss laughed softly, twining her arms around his neck. She licked his jaw line and pulled the ribbon tie out of his hair. “I just need you, Max. Nothing but you.”
Max took the cuffs from her and tossed them onto a chair. Then he slipped his hands into the thong and snapped the lace band. It fell to the floor, leaving Bliss naked in his arms.
“You’re overdressed, lover.” She chuckled. “Let me help you.”
Max held his breath as she unbuttoned his shirt, pausing along the way to kiss and lick every inch of his chest that she bared. She tossed the white dress shirt toward the chair, neither of them noticing when it missed and landed on the floor. Her hands reached for the waistband of his slacks, and he toed off his shoes and socks. She slowly unzipped his pants, all the while rubbing her knuckles against his erection.
His cock was on fire. Max could find no other words to describe the sensation of his skin, hot and stretched tight, his dick harder than it had ever been before. By the time Bliss finished unzipping his pants, he wanted to throw her on the bed and plunge into the pussy that he knew was already soaking wet for him.
His slacks hit the floor, and he kicked them away. Her slender fingers delved beneath the waistband of his boxer briefs. Without touching his straining cock, she pushed the briefs down. When he stepped out of them, she knelt before him, looking up at him with bright eyes.
Max groaned and buried his fingers in her silky hair. “Bliss…holy hell, Bliss. I love you,” he said, the words falling from his lips automatically, as if he said them every day.
Her eyes glittered up at him. “Oh, Max, I love you too,” she whispered.
He reached down to lift her to her feet, but she dodged his hands, her own hands cupping his balls as her lips found the head of his cock. He groaned loudly, widening his stance for better balance as she sucked him deep into her mouth. Her throat muscles loosened, working the head of his cock as she deep-throated him, her nose bumping against the ridges of his abdomen.
Her fingers slipped past his balls to caress the crack of his ass as her tongue swirled over his cock. Max’s groans grew louder as she pulled free of him and sucked on her fingers, making them sticky with saliva. Then she sucked him back into her mouth as her wet fingers probed his ass. Pleasure exploded through his body as she sank one finger deep in his ass while sucking his cock like a porn star.
She fucked him with her finger, probing for his prostate. When she hit it, he moaned and pressed his cock more urgently into the hot cavern of her mouth. She stroked it again, and he cried out, hips bucking. She drove him insane, and Max loved it. He pressed back against her invading finger, and she hit his pleasure spot again as her tongue tickled the sensitive area beneath the head of his cock. This time the sensations were so great, he couldn’t contain himself.
Max came with a yell, his cum exploding into Bliss’ mouth. She sucked and swallowed, not letting one drop of his ejaculate escape. Knees weak and trembling, Max stroked his mate’s head until she was finished sucking him. Then she pulled her finger free of his ass as his cock popped out of her mouth. She knelt there, staring up at him with her electric blue eyes glowing with love and lust.
“Holy fucking hell, Bliss,” he exclaimed shakily. “That was…that was--” He broke off, shaking his head, at a loss for words.
She stood up and kissed him deeply, sucking on his tongue. Max could taste the sweet salty tang of his cum in her mouth, and he shivered. He’d just come, but already, his thoughts were of sinking his cock deep in her pussy. He led her to the bed, settling her against the rose petal-covered silk sheets. Spreading her thighs, he bent down and sucked her swollen labia into his mouth.
Bliss moaned and tangled her hands in his hair. Max spent long minutes licking her slick flesh and sucking on all her swollen bits. He took his time sucking and teasing her clit while stroking his fingers deep into her pussy. She moaned again, her head thrashing on the pillows as he pulled back and blew on her distended clit. On a long, keening cry, she came, her body twisting on the sheets.
Max pressed her thighs apart and pushed his cock into her with one long stroke. Her thighs wound around his hips, pulling him closer. Reaching for her breasts, he rolled her stiff nipples between his fingers as he kissed her, letting her taste herself on his tongue. His hips pumped his thick cock deep inside her, all rational thought leaving his head as he fucked her hard, the bed rocking beneath them.
Bliss licked and sucked at his neck, and he felt a strange tingle go through his body. The more she sucked at his neck, the stronger the tingle got. He reached down and hooked her knee with his hand, pressing it toward her chest. She slipped her ankle over his shoulder and instantly he felt himself go deeper into her pussy.
“Holy… hell…” he panted, feeling her gripping his cock with her muscles. “Bliss, I don’t know how much longer I can last.”
“It’s okay, Max. Come for me, baby,” she urged.
Sweat beaded on his forehead. “No. Not without you,” he said between gritted teeth.
Reaching between their bodies, he flicked a finger over her clit, and she jerked beneath him, moaning loudly. “Oh, Max!”
He rubbed her again as his thick cock filled her tightly. She groaned loudly and just when Max thought he couldn’t take any more, she came. Feeling her flesh convulse around his, he thrust into her again, feeling himself coming, spurting his seed deep into her. Her leg slid down from his shoulder as her tongue snaked into his mouth. Automatically, his tongue reciprocated, but her fangs seemed bigger and sharper, filling her mouth more than usual. He nicked his tongue on one and tasted blood.
Bliss stiffened beneath him, tearing her mouth from his. Then he felt her sucking on his neck again. That strange tingle went through him like an electric current. And then he felt it, the scrape of her fangs on his skin. He shuddered and she made a little sound that vibrated against the side of his throat. There was a sharp sting as she sank her fangs into him. As she started to suck, the most incredible feeling of elation went through him. Her thoughts flowed effortlessly into his head now.
Oh, Max, you taste like peppermint! By the gods, I love you so much!
Bliss, my beautiful, beautiful Bliss, make me yours, sweets. Bond with me…
Lights exploded behind Max’s closed eyes as she drank his blood. When she finished, he felt her fangs retract, and she licked his neck. Feeling sated and happy, Max forced his eyes open. Everything around him seemed to be in sharper focus. He’d thought things were more acute once he’d taken on his title, but it was nothing compared to now. He focused on Bliss’ worried gaze, her electric blue eyes impossibly bright in the candlelit room.
“You belong to me now, Bellisandra Wilde,” he murmured, reaching up to stroke her face gently.
“As you are mine, Maximilian LeFevre.”
With a long satisfied sigh, Max pulled out of her warm pussy and lay beside her, taking her in his arms. They lay curled together for a long time, just listening to the beat of each other’s hearts. After awhile, Max sighed.
“What do you know about the Faeworld?”
“Not much,” Bliss admitted, rubbing her cheek on his shoulder. “Just that it’s one of the Five Realms, is the home of all the fae creatures, and that it lies behind the Veil of the Jewel Box.”
Max nodded. “Legend states that the creation of the Jewel Box that separates the
Faeworld from the Darkworld came about because the denizens of the Darkworld were more violent than the fae. Our entire bodies resonate with any emotion we feel.”
He wriggled against her, rubbing his hips against her soft skin to illustrate his words. “It’s difficult to hide anything if you’re fae. Some of the more exploitative creatures here in the Darkworld took unfair advantage, driving the fae behind the safety of the Jewel Box. Our royalty rarely leaves that haven until they are ready to go to the next realm, the Afterworld, where they shed their corporeal form.”
Bliss chuckled. “That sounds gross. Like caterpillars coming out of the larvae or something.”
Max smacked her naked bottom with the flat of his palm then stroked her buttocks as he nuzzled her neck. “I know you vampires are immortal up to a point, but the fae are different. We can choose to let go of our immortal lives and move to the next realm. My father decided to go to the Afterworld a month ago, about a week before I met you.”
Bliss pulled back, her eyes narrowed as she gazed at him suspiciously. “He decided to die? Isn’t that rather weird? Who just up and decides to kick the bucket?”
Max sighed and rolled his eyes a little. “My dad has a melodramatic streak. But that’s not what’s important. What’s important is the Faeworld legend about the Pixie Prince.”
“You’re a legend?” Bliss blinked at him in mock awe. “This I gotta hear.”
This time Max pinched her buttock and she squirmed against him, her naked breasts pushing into the wall of his chest. Max liked how it felt so he pinched her again before continuing his story. “When the Pixie Prince inherits, if he is not mated, he soon will be. The legend came about because something happens when the Prince inherits. His entire body chemistry changes. Suddenly, everything is bigger, brighter, louder. He becomes more sensitive to everything as his powerbase triples. Along with those heightened senses comes a growing need to find his mate. Basically, he just gets hornier and hornier until he can’t take it anymore.”
Bliss gasped at Max’s words, and this time it wasn’t playacting. Her eyes met his worriedly. “How does this legend affect us, Max?” she asked cautiously.
He made a face. “It doesn’t really. First, let me explain the sensitivity thing, then I’ll get into the legend.” She nodded and he drew a deep breath. “In the Faeworld, I didn’t notice the sensitivity. As soon as I returned to the Darkworld, I did. I had to put on sunglasses. I couldn’t sleep in my bed. Stuff like that. I was bruised from head to foot from the mattress I’d been sleeping on for a year.”
“Like the Princess and the Pea,” she said with a nod.
He chuckled. “Very like that. Supposedly, it’s a royalty thing just like the fairytale. I just think it’s part and parcel of this whole sensitivity issue. After all, I’m a pixie, not a fucking fairy.” He snorted in disgust. “Anyway, my royal ass couldn’t handle the old mattress so I had to find a new one. But there was also another reason I needed a new mattress.”
Max got up from the bed, and he felt her gaze stroke over his body with frank appreciation. “When my father died, the moment I set foot in the Faeworld, I felt hornier than usual which was just the legend in action. The whole getting hornier as each week went by wasn’t too bad, because here in the Darkworld, I barely noticed the urges. They were much stronger behind the Veil of the Jewel Box,” he explained. “However, something went along with the inheritance that I hadn’t thought of.”
“What was that?” Bliss asked sitting up.
Max’s eyes gleamed as he took in her gorgeous nakedness. Then he turned his back on her. “This.” With a flash of golden light, huge golden gossamer wings spouted from Max’s back.
Bliss gasped, her eyes growing wide with wonder. The wings fluttered and shimmered in the candlelight. “My goddess! It’s like they’re alive!”
Max turned around, his expression annoyed. “They are. They’re part of my body now. And they fucking annoy the hell out of me. I have to keep them hidden. I mean, c’mon! Who wants an underwear model with huge ass golden wings?”
Bliss chuckled. “I think they’re kinda sexy. Can we have sex while they’re out?”
“No!” Max exclaimed, horrified. “You don’t know what they do when they’re out!”
“Oh, Max,” she smiled up at him soothingly. “How bad can they be?”
He frowned at her. “Bad. If they’re out, the more aroused I get, the more they glow.”
“Glow?” Bliss looked at him with a confused frown.
With a sigh, Max demonstrated the wings. He leaned over and kissed her. As soon as his lips touched hers, the wings began to glow, filling the room with a bright golden light. He pulled away. “See what I mean? And in the Faeworld, they were more annoying because the hornier I got, the more they glowed. Alexa teased me unmercifully about the ‘big golden wings’ of the legend.”
“It’s not that bad, Max.” Bliss gestured toward the glowing wings. “If you don’t like them just put them away.”
Instantly, the wings disappeared and Max returned to the bed, taking her in his arms. “Yeah, well, that’s the other issue with sleeping. You can’t see them, but I can feel them there, folded on my back, so the mattress has to be extra, extra soft.”
“It all makes perfect sense now,” Bliss said. “Although I have to see the bruise thing for myself. The Prince and the Pea is just too amusing.”
“It hurts,” he whined. “There’s nothing funny about it.”
“Okay, okay. Is that all you had to tell me?” she asked.
“No, but I don’t feel like getting into Alexa and your brother tonight. Alexa is perfectly fine with us, anyway. It’s your brother who doesn’t want you mated,” Max grumbled.
“He never said a word, Max,” Bliss protested.
Max eyed her with a stubborn expression. “Still, he doesn’t like me, and he doesn’t like the situation. I don’t know why everyone thinks he and Alexa are alike. They are not alike at all. She still wants to live. Your brother wants to die. He’s just too chicken shit to actually kill himself.”
Bliss gasped in shock at his words. However, when Max stared at her, his eyes daring her to refute his words, she backed down. He didn’t like being pushy with her, but neither of them could deny the truth. Olivier did want to die, and the whole world knew it. She let out a long disappointed sigh. “I wish Marty had figured out how to make his matchmaking work,” she pouted.
“What matchmaking?”
Max’s eyes held hers as he waited for her to tell him what she meant. After a moment, she explained. “Marty and I thought maybe Alexa and Olivier belonged together because of what happened to them. Marty wanted to arrange for them to bump into each other to see if sparks flew.”
Max gave her a disgusted look. “Oh, I’m sure sparks would fly, but not the good kind. Alexa thinks your brother is the biggest dumbass on the planet.”
Bliss bit her lip. “I was afraid of that. And she’s right, sort of. It’s just that he’s my younger brother, and I’d like to see him get back to being the person he used to be instead of this shell who looks like my brother and talks like a dead man.”
Wrapping his arms around her, Max hugged her tightly. “There’s nothing we can do about it, Bliss. It’s his choice, his life.”
“You’re right,” she agreed, snuggling into his chest. “Now, it’s our bonding night. Can we stop talking about fairytales, legends, and other people?”
“I’ll get the cuffs. You wait right here,” Max teased.
Bliss laughed and kissed him. Max felt his love for her welling inside him.
I love you, Bliss. You make me feel whole.
I love you too, Max. I’m so happy you’re my bloodmate.
So… wanna bite me again? He wiggled his brows at her suggestively.
Maybe later. Right now, I have plans for the handcuffs. She stroked her hands down his abdomen, tracing the ridges with her fingertips.
Really? Now, this I gotta see!
Max laughed out lo
ud and took her mouth in a fierce kiss as her fingers closed around his cock. After that, the only sounds in the room were the sounds of them making love to each other…and the clink of the handcuffs.
Chapter Nine
At Carpe Noctem, Marty sat at the bar nursing a drink, a faraway light in his emerald eyes. His distant expression made it seem as if he was tuned in to something others couldn’t see. A smug smile played about his lips as he realized that he had accomplished his mission with Max and Bliss.
Since he’d taken on the matchmaking job, he’d found a lot of satisfaction in his work. His grandmother had warned him that he would. Still, it was unusual for a man to take on the job of fairy godmother…well, godfather in his case. The women in his family had done the job for eons, but now no one was left but Marty.
Being a fairy on a mission in the Darkworld could be difficult, as he’d discovered with the first few couples he’d tried to match. Max and Bliss had been easy, as he’d known they would be. Their problems had never been insurmountable because both of them had willing natures. Both of them had been accepting of the fact that they were mates. The couples who couldn’t accept the truth were the ones who gave Marty sleepless nights.
His eyes blinked sharply back into focus, staring down the bar at a dark-haired man who seemed intent on drinking himself into oblivion. He’d been resistant to Marty’s brand of magic for years. And truthfully, Marty had never been sure until recently that he had the right mate for Olivier. Now that he did, things had become even more complicated.
Marty sighed and finished his gin and tonic. Max and Bliss had been fun. Olivier and Alexa would rip his heart out. He could already feel it. He was headed into some serious trouble with those two, and pulling off their happily ever after would be a lot harder than anything he’d tackled thus far. There was so much darkness to overcome… even for a fairy godfather.
Epilogue
The next morning
“Holy hell!” Max exclaimed as he got out of bed. “Every bone in my body hurts. Why the fuck didn’t the mattress work?”
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