She leaned forward. “The fae genes you carry have been mostly dormant…you’ve forgotten that you’re fae. In order to make you remember we had to inject you with our blood, my blood, in this case, exactly one hundred and seventy-three days after your birthday. Over the next few days, you’ll notice many changes as you become who you truly were meant to be. I’m just sorry it had to happen on your wedding day.”
“How does all that work?”
She shrugged a shoulder. “It’s magic.”
“Magic, huh?” He looked into his coffee cup for a moment and then set it aside. “I don’t believe in magic.”
Elena smiled knowingly. “You will.”
He looked up at her. “Why don’t you show me some? I mean, you’re fae, right? You should be able to pull a rabbit out of a hat or something.”
She gave him a slow blink. “I can control fire, air, heat and light. I can throw illusion like nobody’s business and I can create sensation, though that’s a part of illusion, even here in this pocket of faery.”
He leaned forward with challenge clear in his eyes. “Go ahead. Shock and awe me.”
Elena grinned and leaned forward, too. “Are you sure you can handle it?”
Damian grinned. “I can handle anything you throw at me, lady.”
She snapped her fingers and plunged the room into darkness. The fire in the fireplace flickered twice, then roared to renewed life.
Velvet stroked along his thigh. He jerked and yelped a little in surprise. “Holy—”
“Shhh…” Elena shushed him from the opposite chair. “You asked for magic and magic you shall have.” Her voice was softer and smoother than the sensation moving over his body and he responded to it involuntarily.
The magical touch continued up his chest and over his arms. It lifted the coffee cup from his fingers and took it away, and then pressed him back into the cushions, moving over his neck and then down his stomach. It undid his belt and slipped inside, moving over his hard cock.
Damian’s breath caught and he closed his eyes, giving over to it. Maybe he should have been concerned, but he trusted Elena with strong irrationality. It didn’t make sense, it just was.
He opened his eyes enough to see Elena watching intently from the other chair as her ghostly fingers of magic caressed him. Her eyelids were heavy and her breathing seemed shallow. She rubbed over his cock, harder and faster, making him go rigid and needy. The magic ruff led his hair, pressed against his lips.
Hell, this would make him come.
“Okay, I believe you,” he murmured. “Now come on over here and give me the real thing.”
Chapter Five
Damn it all to hell. What was he doing? This was wrong on so many levels. For fuck’s sake, he’d just jilted someone at the altar today!
Maybe it was for that reason that he suddenly needed Elena more than he needed to draw breath. Maybe it was the fact his world had been tilted on end, shaken, and then set back on its feet as though everything he’d ever known wasn’t a lie. Maybe it was Elena’s fae blood coursing through his veins, making him remember a promise his DNA had made without his permission or his knowledge.
Whatever it was, it was absolutely undeniable. He needed Elena and judging by the look on Elena’s face, she needed him just as badly.
Elena rose and took a step toward Damian.
Gods, what was she doing? She was engaged! It didn’t matter that she’d only once met the man she was destined to marry. It didn’t matter that it was a loveless political match, or that she and Damian shared something much deeper and real than she’d ever have with Reynolds. A heartstring. A cursed heartstring, a thing so rare as to be nonexistent had fallen into her lap only days before her wedding.
How could the universe be so cruel?
Her father expected she marry Reynolds and that was that. The last thing she should be doing now was Damian Porter.
“We shouldn’t do this.” She licked her suddenly dry lips. Fae culture said she could sleep with any male of her choosing up until the day of her wedding, but still…to engage this way with a heartstring was dangerous.
But nothing, nothing in the world or the underworld could stop her.
“Yeah, I know.” Damian stood and walked toward her. He moved her hair to the side, exposing her shoulder. His gaze lingered on her skin. “Let’s do it anyway.”
“Oh, gods,” she murmured.
In a fit of good sense, she pushed past him toward her darkened kitchen. She stopped with her hands on her counter, staring at her kitchen cabinets as if they held all the answers about her life that she sought.
Damian approached her from behind. His heat radiated out and touched her through the fabric of her nightgown and robe. She turned to face him, but refused to raise her gaze to his. He didn’t know—couldn’t know what a heartstring was. All he likely felt for her was a confusing mixture of intense emotion and undeniable lust.
Her heart skipped a beat at the look in his eyes and she stepped to the side. He blocked her, caged her with his arms on either side of her. She considered her situation. If she wanted to get away, she could, but did she really want to?
No.
“Elena.” His voice shook. “Have you woven a spell over me?”
She gasped. “I would never do such a thing—”
“I want you more than is reasonable, more than I can control. Elena, please, let me touch you, let me be with you tonight. If you tell me to go away, I will, but—”
“I don’t want you to go away, Damian.”
His eyes went dark with passion. He yanked her robe and nightgown up to her waist with a jerk, while his mouth came down on hers. He delved his hand between her thighs, felt her bare neediness, where she was wet and warm and creaming at his touch.
Elena gasped in shock and pleasure and Damian made a contented sound. He stroked her softly between her thighs until she moaned and her blood heated. Elena’s clit swelled and became deliciously sensitive. When Damian touched her there, she ground herself against his hand, eager for more contact.
Damian made a frustrated noise and then pushed her robe off her shoulders and pulled her nightgown over her head. He seemed really impatient for this. She was, too. Elena knew it was the heartstring…tugging. Maybe this was good. They could scratch their itch, get each other worked out of their systems.
Yet, she knew that was a lie. There was no expunging the desire for a heartstring through mere sex.
Damian covered the mound of her breast with his hand. She had small breasts, but he seemed pretty happy with them. He lowered his head and sucked one, then the other into his mouth, licking her nipples like they were the best pieces of candy he’d ever tasted.
The delicious sound of Damian’s belt buckle being undone penetrated the haze of pleasure that enveloped her. “I have to feel you,” Damian murmured. “I have to feel you now.” He swore. “I have no condom.”
“We are fae, Damian,” she whispered. “We make our own fertility. You don’t need a condom right now.”
“Sweeter words never spoken.” He eased her thighs wider apart and set the smooth, broad head of his cock to her slick opening. Damian flexed his thighs and pushed up and into her. He did it slow—inch by wonderful inch.
Her breath caught at the sensation of him filling her. It had been a long time since she’d been with a man. She tended to be choosy about the men she slept with. To have a heartstring be the one breaking her self-imposed celibacy made it that much more profound.
Her fingers closed over the edge of the countertop behind her so she could steady herself for his slow, steady thrusts. They made her knees go weak and her toes curl. Maybe a bed would have better, but Elena wasn’t sure anything short of magic could improve on having Damian inside her right now.
His warm breath brushed the tender skin of her neck and teased the fine hairs there. “You feel good to me, Elena. Does this feel good to you?”
“Yes,” she breathed back.
“It’s been a wh
ile for you, hasn’t it?”
She could only manage a nod.
“I’m wondering why that is for such a beautiful woman.” His mouth found hers and he kissed her deeply, his tongue playing against hers.
Her fingers curled around his shoulders. “Less talking,” she murmured with a grin.
He nipped her lower lip and settled back into the delicious business of being the first man she’d been with in months. Elena felt her climax building. Pleasure seeped through every pore of her body as he drove her harder and faster until her orgasm exploded and washed through her body. She cried out as it overwhelmed her, nearly stealing her ability to remain upright.
As she shuddered under the pleasurable spasms of the tail end of her climax, Damian jerked against her, groaned and came. She slumped against him as he scattered kisses all over her shoulder, neck and mouth.
“Where’s your bedroom, Elena?” he whispered. “I’m not even close to finished with you.”
She shivered at the timbre of his voice—low, husky and filled with need. Elena took his hand and led him to the back of her apartment where her bedroom was. Once they arrived, he led her to the bed.
Damian stripped off the rest of his clothes with Elena’s help. They were both impatient to feel each other skin-on-skin. After they were both bare and sliding against each other, he pressed her down onto the mattress.
She let out a little sighing moan that made his cock go harder. “Spread your thighs for me,” he demanded in a low, soft voice. He wanted to explore every part of her body numerous times before Elena figured out her mistake and kicked him out of her apartment and her life.
He couldn’t understand why he needed and wanted her so badly. Tonight he would’ve risked anything to be with her and it wasn’t just about the sex—though that was great. It was a matter of connecting with her on an intimate level, becoming a part of her. It seemed odd he should want that so strongly with Elena; he’d only just met her. Yet, it was like he knew her and she knew him on a level that surpassed anything physical and went straight to metaphysical.
It was strange, but that went with his day.
Elena lay back against the pillows and dark blue silk sheets and opened her thighs. The soft light from the small lamp in the corner of the room caressed her small, pert breasts and their tightened, suckable nipples. Her beautiful pink pussy was aroused and swollen a bit from his cock. She’d creamed for him, ready once more.
Leaning down, he kissed the smooth skin between her breasts and then worked his way down. Her abdomen quivered under his lips and he drank in her response to him like a sip of the headiest alcohol. Needing to taste her, he trailed his tongue through her short, curly dark pubic hair and licked her swollen clit.
Elena buried her fingers in his hair and let out a long, low sigh. “Spend the night with me,” she murmured.
He raised his head from between her legs. “You’d have to use magic to make me go away. Elena, touch yourself for me, baby.”
A look of surprise crossed her pretty face. “What?”
“Touch your breasts, play with your nipples. Touch your pussy. Make yourself come while I watch. I want to see how you like to be touched.”
“Really?” She paused. “That would excite you?”
“Oh, yeah.”
Endearingly, she blushed a little. She was so formal, so elegant and a little bit reserved. Damian wanted to tear down the walls holding back her sexuality. He could sense a delicious wantonness in her and he wanted to let it off its leash.
Biting her lower lip and casting her gaze downward so her long sooty lashes shadowed her cheek, she reached up and cupped her breast. Her actions were unsure, tentative. “I’d rather have you touch me, Damian.”
“Oh, I will, don’t worry about that. I want to see you do it first.” Damian knew she was aroused, knew that soon she’d give herself over to the excitement of the game and forget he was even watching.
She closed her eyes and settled back into the pillows, allowing her thighs to fall open a little more. Damian’s fingers curled to touch her, but he resisted, wanting to see what she would do.
Her hands plumped her breasts and she rubbed her thumbs over the hard nipples until her breath caught and her tongue stole out to wet her lips. Gently, she pinched each in turn, just a little, and a soft moan of pleasure escaped her.
“That’s right, pinch them. Roll your nipples, baby.”
She did it again and her hips thrust forward.
“You want me to fuck you, Elena?”
“Yes,” she breathed.
Her pussy looked like a beautiful, ruby-red fruit in its arousal. He had a full view of her perfect, excited, suckable clit and her pouting labia. If he leaned in now, he could take her labia between his lips, he could lick her little clit until she bucked beneath him and came.
“I want to fuck that pretty cunt of yours, and I will. Make yourself come for me first.”
Elena flushed a little at the coarseness of his words. This woman needed some coarse in her life. She licked her lips and her breath caught. Talking dirty excited her.
She slid one hand down her stomach slowly and allowed her fingers to tangle through her pubic hair.
“That’s right, Elena, touch your pussy. Stroke your clit a little. It looks like it’s just begging to be petted.”
She dipped her hand down and rolled the pads of her index and second finger over her swollen clit. Her back arched and her thighs spread even more. She rubbed her clit up and down, her soft, sexy moans falling into the quiet air around them.
“I can tell by the way you’re moving your hips that you want my cock deep inside that pretty pussy right now.”
“Yes, I do.” Her voice caught, hitched.
“So put your fingers there, baby. Fuck your fingers and make yourself come.”
Her hand still caressed her breasts, playing across the ruby-red nipple he so wanted between his lips. Then she dropped her hand to her glistening, aroused pussy and slid a finger inside herself.
Damian had to grab fistfuls of blankets to keep from jumping her right then and there. He watched in fascination as her finger disappeared and reappeared over and over, wet with her luscious cream. Soon she’d added a second finger and dropped the hand on her breast to her clit.
“What does it feel like?” he asked, his voice tight with the strength it took to just watch.
“Hot. Silky. Wet.” Her breathing was heavy and her voice soft. She opened her eyes and held his gaze.
“Yeah, that’s what I feel around my cock when I fuck you, baby. It’s nice.”
She rotated her fingers around her clit—rubbing the pads of her fingers up and down it—as she finger-fucked herself. Her hips rose and fell to the rhythm and Damian could tell she was getting closer and closer to a climax.
“Come, Elena. I want to watch you.” He gripped the base of his rock-hard cock and stroked himself while Elena pushed herself over the edge.
Her back arched and she dug her heels into the mattress as she came. Gasps and shouts of pleasure filled the room, fading into soft sighs and heavy breathing as her climax ebbed away.
Unable to take even one more moment of just watching, Damian moved in on her. He spread her thighs wide again and buried his mouth in her pussy, making her yelp with surprise.
He couldn’t answer. He was too overcome by the delicious taste and scent of her pleasure, the beauty of her sex laid before him. Her sweet come spread across his tongue and lips and he lapped it up like it was ambrosia. To Damian, it was. He licked her aroused clit and pulled her labia between his lips—everything he’d been dreaming of doing to her while she’d been bringing herself to orgasm.
God, she tasted so good.
Elena moved on the bed beneath him, moaning. “You’re going to make me come again.”
“Is that a complaint?” he asked when he took a minute to do something other than lick her.
“No,” she sighed.
He took her hands from her pussy and drew
them over her head and pinned them there. He forced her thighs apart with his knee and slid the head of his cock to the opening of her slick pussy and pushed all the way to the base. “Oh, yeah, I’m going to make you come again. There’s no doubt about that.”
“Oh, Gods,” she shouted, her head falling back. “Yes, that’s what I wanted. I wanted you inside me, Damian.”
“What do you want, honey? Use the words. I know you want to, so don’t be shy.”
She opened her eyes and held his gaze. “I wanted your cock deep inside me.”
“That’s better. That’s what I wanted to hear.”
He lowered his mouth to her throat and gently bit her, just enough to leave the faintest of marks. Damian needed to mark her somehow, claim her as his.
His cock tunneled in and out of her pussy, harder and faster, until their bodies slapped together and their sighs and cries mingled in the air.
Elena’s pussy convulsed around his cock, her muscles spasming in her climax. Pleasure exploded from his balls and he sank as deep as possible inside her to come.
They crashed in a satisfied, sweaty tangle on the bed and lay, both breathing heavy.
“Oh, my Gods,” Elena whispered.
He chuckled and pulled her to him, burying his face in her sweet-smelling hair. “Well, that was unexpected.”
“No, not really. I said you and I share a special attraction, Damian. I meant that.”
“What kind of special attraction?”
She sighed and turned over to face him, licking her lips and taking her time in answering. “We’re heartstrings, Damian. That means that we recognize each other through scent and on a subconscious level. We’re well matched to be partners through life, matched in personality, in genetics to have children, in intelligence, everything.” She paused and smiled. “Well matched sexually.”
“We’re soul mates.”
“Not exactly. There are a handful of matches in this world for a person, not just one. Still, it’s extremely rare to find one.”
Damian kissed her forehead and exhaled slowly. He didn’t doubt her words. The attraction he felt for her was too strange, too sudden…too strong. “This is a lot to take in.”
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