Strawberry colored nipples beckoned to him, but he returned instead to kissing her and kept his hands in more neutral territory. He sucked on her earlobe. She moaned and twisted her head around, exposed the long cords of her neck to his teeth. He licked from the hollow at the base of her throat back to her ear.
He brushed his lips across her with a whisper light touch until she snarled at him.
“Quit teasing me Ian. I’m trying to prove I can do the whole cougar thing and you’re wrecking it.” She guided his hand to the hard point of her nipple.
“Hate to break it to ya babe, but you’re not a cougar.” He thumbed her peak and kissed his way from her mouth to her cleavage, biting and sucking as he went. He hooked his fingers under the straps of her gown and tugged them down her biceps, the fabric gathered under her breasts and framed them.
The pink tip of her tongue darted out to moisten her lips. “I’m not?”
“No.”
“Damn,” she huffed and blew a strand of hair out of her eyes. “I was so proud of myself, too. Getting it on with Mr. Tattooed and Pierced Sexy Pants. Now you went and ruined it.”
A pair of lacy pink panties still concealed her pussy. He kissed the inside of her knee and licked the inside of her thigh, skipping up to her chest. The rosy skin of her areola disappeared inside his mouth, and he teased the other with pinches and flicks. The head of his cock prodded at the satin of her underwear, and he rolled his hips to slide the underside of his shaft over the front of her mound.
“Did I?” He canted forward again, using the barbell through the head of his cock to add to the tease. “Tell me how to make it up to you.”
“Uh...you fucker.” A soft moan escaped her lips, and she lifted her hips in response to his tease.
“You have a very dirty mouth, Peyton Reynolds.” He leaned down near her ear and she bit him, sending a sizzling twinge of pleasure/pain through him. “I think I like it.”
The wet crotch of her panties betrayed how aroused she was. He stroked her lips through the material.
“Do you? You know what I like?” She poked one finger into his left nipple ring and twisted it just enough to sting. A pulse zinged his cock from balls to head, and he worked his way under the elastic of her waistband. “I like...your piercings.”
“I used to have more.” He circled the tight bead of her clit, continued lower to dip inside her entrance, and spread her juices over her hood. She gasped and rocked her hips. “Should I re-pierce my tongue?”
“You are...such...oh...” He stroked up one side of her clit, down the other, over and over, ignoring the bundle of nerves itself. Her pupils dilated. “Don’t tease. I need more.” She twisted his piercing again and towed him in for a kiss. “Touch me Ian. Deeper. More.”
An overwhelming need he hadn’t experienced since the rut first manifested over took him. He fisted her panties and ripped them off in one explosive jerk. The furious drive to claim her, to bury his dick inside her as far as he could and spill his cum deep crested and grew stronger.
He spread her lips and framed her clit, squeezed the flesh as he penetrated her with the tips of his fingers. Gliding lower, he applied pressure to her hood as he delved in deeper. The muscles in her thighs tightened, and she squirmed her hips closer. Her tight inner walls grabbed and fluttered with each plunge and retreat.
She wrapped his shaft in her tight grip and pumped him, playing with his piercing each time she got to the head of his cock. The friction she provided almost sent him over the edge, so he shifted out of reach. Nothing less than seeing her come apart completely would do. He had to make her come so hard she forgot everything but him. Everyone but him. He intended to make her crave his touch...to imprint himself on her, to sear the sensation of his cock inside her into her memory so her clit swelled, and she masturbated thinking of him.
“Peyton,” he rotated his hand in a circle, and she bucked so that the heel of his hand ground into her hood. “I want to taste you. Is that alright?”
“Oh fuck yeah. I don’t even care if you’re a cannibal,” she groaned and grabbed him by the hair.
“What?” Laughter rose up and he raised his head to meet her eyes.
“Earlier...I was obsessed with biting you...I started to think...”
He couldn’t help it. A deep chuckle rolled out of him, and she threw one arm over her face.
“Oh never mind.”
Loving her would be so easy. As natural as breathing, as the magic that flowed in his veins, and the wind in his mane. She squirmed to move away, grumbling under her breath, and he stilled her by gripping her hip with one hand.
“Where are you going? I’m hungry.”
The first taste of her cream addicted him. He started at her entrance and went all the way up and over her clit, then licked both labia with the flat of his tongue. Each swipe brought more of her juices to him, and he couldn’t get enough. He tongue-fucked her and circled her ass with the wetness from her pussy. She gasped and jerked, but when he did it a second time she twined her fingers in his hair and cried out in pleasure.
In slow degrees, he penetrated her ass as he fingered her pussy and sucked on her clit. Her moans grew louder, the grip on his hair tighter, more insistent. Finally, a shudder rippled through her, and she creamed on his hand as she came. He kissed her clit.
“I like hearing you come. But I think you can be louder than that.”
“What?” She lifted her head and stared at him.
With both hands, he gripped the gown at the side hem and popped the seam up to her armpit. The tiny strap snapped, and he tossed the length of fabric to one side, revealing her curves fully.
“Manannan is going—”
Her words cut off on a deep groan. He closed his mouth over her clit and finger-fucked her hard, curling his digits and exploring her until he found her G-spot.
“Ah!” Her hips bucked up hard, and he feathered his fingers over her, using his tongue and teeth until she came again, screaming over and over. “Ian.”
He didn’t stop until she lay limp, her muscles twitching weakly. “Now, that’s a beautiful sight. I like hearing you yell my name. I’ll have to make you do it again.”
“Huh?” She cracked her eyes open and blinked a few times.
There was nothing more pleasing that seeing a woman knocked senseless with sex. Moving up her body, he cupped both of her breasts in his hands and kissed each before burying his hands in her hair and tipping her chin up to claim her mouth for a kiss. The slick folds of her pussy teased him as the head of his cock tunneled between them and nudged at her channel. She gripped his shoulders and sighed into his mouth.
With a careful, measured thrust, he seated the head of his shaft inside her. Their eyes locked and he moved forward again, waiting while she wriggled and adjusted to him.
“That barbell in your cock...I think it was your best idea ever.” Pleasure hazed eyes reflected his face back to him.
“I’ve had a few decent ideas. Here and there.” Rotating his hips in a semi-circle, he twisted one of her nipples, a deep satisfaction sucking him under when her eyelids fluttered closed.
Her tongue darted out to wet her lips. “I think you’re going to ruin me for any other man.”
He lowered his head until their noses touched. “Good.”
Territorial possessiveness overtook him, and he slid the rest of his length into her, unable to wait any longer. For the first time in his long life, every single inch of his shaft was inside a woman, and he trembled at the new, intense sensation. The walls of her pussy cradled and tortured him at the same time.
He bracketed her face with his arms, slid out slow, and back in again swift and hard, angling his hips and dragging his cock over her clit.
“Is that good?”
Frown lines deepened on her forehead, and she whimpered, her breath leaving her lips in explosive puffs with each forward pulse. He pushed her legs up and out, holding them beneath her knees, and she muttered sweet, dirty expressions in the Fae l
anguage.
Oh she liked that. He moved even harder.
“Uh—”
Her pussy rippled around him. His balls drew up tight and cum shot into her in what felt like an endless stream. Wild, unfettered magic flowed between them, and a glow started in her solar plexus, spreading out to her extremities. With his shaft still buried inside her, it rebounded into him, and he felt like he exploded and was remade again.
She’d always been beautiful, but in that moment, her appearance stopped his heart for a few beats.
He traced her eyebrows and the slope of her nose and then kissed her with a simple press of his lips to hers.
No one could compare to her. No one would ever be as perfect for him as she was.
Chapter Eight
Lethargy and calm peacefulness curled around her. The heat and weight of Ian’s body pinned her to the cushions, his semi-rigid shaft still inside her pussy. Sex had never been so fulfilling and exciting for her before. She’d never had an orgasm as explosive and full bodied as she’d just had with him.
And more than one. A slow smile crept across her mouth, and she twisted her head to the side. His forearm rested near her face, and she loved the way he still smelled icy and wild, but now a new fragrance wafted from him. Sex and sweat mixed in with the underlying scents inherent to him. She kissed the flesh nearest her and licked it. The second he was ready for more, she was totally on board.
So she wasn’t a cannibal...she was a nymphomaniac cougar. Wait, not a cougar. He’d said so.
How old was he, anyway?
Shit, who cared? The man had a pierced dick and he knew how to use it.
“There should be a law.”
“About?” He nuzzled at her neck and cleavage, giving her wet, open mouthed kisses.
“Cocks. All should be pierced. Only way to go.”
Warm air flowed over the damp smears he’d left all over her upper body, and then his throaty laugh rolled over her again, a sound so sensual she curled her toes.
The tattoo sleeve on his right arm drew her attention. She wanted to taste it. Taste him.
There.
Vines and dark-green leaves twined large, white blossoms in a circle. The black shape of a horse with red eyes, mane and tail flying on invisible wind raced through the middle of the design. With one short swipe, she brushed her tongue over it.
“I licked your horse.” The absurdity of her statement struck her, and she laughed. What a ridiculous thing to say to someone after sex.
“Hmm?” He cocked his head and seemed confused.
“I licked,” she flicked the horse again with the tip of her tongue and nibbled it, “your horse.”
The green of his irises glowed brighter, and she caught her breath when her own magic resonated in response. Like a tuning fork banged on a marble floor, as the magical energy in him spilled forth, something in her wound tighter and tighter. His cock swelled. A feral, desperate sound flowed from his throat and a coil of something raw and wild burst open inside her.
Compulsion drove her, sent blood pooling between her legs and centered in her clit. She dug her nails into his ass with both hands and bucked her hips.
More. She had to have more of him. Right now. Any doubt she’d harbored about whether or not she wanted him as her mate dissolved. No, she didn’t love him, not yet.
But she knew she would.
The hoops through his nipples dangled, a temptation she had to have. She closed her mouth over the nearest one and alternated biting and sucking the area. He rolled his hips in a circle, but didn’t give her what she wanted: the sensation of every long, thick inch of his dick dragging through her slick pussy. The steel ball providing extra friction across her walls.
Powered by frustration and muscles she’d never realized she possessed, she rolled them over and sat up on his groin. Surprise and delight chased across his features. Being on top had never been a personal favorite position for her; she didn’t like feeling as though she was on display. But the wide eyed, slack jawed expression as he focused on her breasts, and the way strands of her hair fell forward over her shoulders gave her a feeling of empowerment she’d never have thought possible.
He reached up and captured her full globes in both hands. “Ready to ride gorgeous? I’d love to wake up this way every morning.”
She flexed her legs and slid up his length until only the head remained inside before relaxing back down. “Lazy in the morning?”
With her next glide up and down he raised his hips to meet her halfway, and she gasped. “No. But having you ride me before I have to start the day sounds damn sweet.”
The rhythm got faster, muscles clenched and burned from the sensual assault. Her cream covered his cock, and she placed her hands on his chest, bent at the waist, and reveled in the sensation of his shaft against her clit. The slap of their bodies meeting crowded out rational thought. The ink of his tattoos got more intense and luminescent; his eyes blazed and bathed her in the magic he carried inside.
She noticed an answering glow from her skin. The magic touched, sparks erupting at the edges and showering down around them. The soft luxurious fur under her knees and shins added to the sensation of his callused hands rubbing across and around her nipples, the thick fullness of his cock.
“Damn...that little ball...” He rocked his hips up into her with an extra, sharp pump at the right moment. “Fuck. Me.”
“Every day, sweetheart.”
They moved together with a punishing beat, and she struggled for breath. Sweat gathered behind her knees, but she couldn’t stop riding the crest of magic and sex.
When her release tore through her, it spread to every muscle in her body. White lights danced in front of her eyes, and she flopped down face first on his chest. He took her over onto her back and pumped into her three more times until his cum spilled into her. Harsh, broken breathing and the thud of his heart filled her awareness.
He rested his weight to the side and stroked her cheek. “Peyton.”
Relaxation settled not only into her physical form, but soothed something in her psyche too. A completeness snapped home and settled the vague sense of loss and of being an interloper in her own life.
“What?”
The long, strong fingers she admired tunneled into her hair and held her head still. He kissed her, hard, his tongue commanded and led hers into an intimate dance reminiscent of the way he’d fucked her. Another lingering press of his mouth to hers, and he sucked her lower lip into his mouth.
“You’re mine.” The runes on the tent fabric flared up at his proclamation, and died down again.
She grabbed for his hand and kissed his finger tips. “You’re mine right back.”
The runes exploded, so bright she figured they were visible from space. A surprised giggle left her lips that he cut off by smothering her with a long, deep kiss. Cheers and laughter from outside crowded into the moment, and she turned her head to the side.
“What is that?”
Tingles of pleasure spread along her neck. He lifted his head from kissing her and bit her ear lobe.
“The other Fae. They probably want to congratulate us.”
Embarrassed at how loud she’d been, she hid her face in his shoulder. “Do you think they heard us?”
“The runes lighting up are a good indicator.” He rolled his hips in a circle. “Plus, you’re in bed with a phooka. Stop worrying.”
Holy crap this was...she swore and glared at his answering laugh.
“And you say I have a dirty mouth.” He kissed along her jaw and teased her nipples. “They’re happy for us. A mating is a joyous event.”
“Uh huh.” Despite his attentions, she couldn’t help but wonder about the people only a few feet away. “What’s the big deal about being in bed with a phooka?”
Baiting him, but she couldn’t help it.
He glanced down between them to where their bodies were joined. “Really?”
“Yeah, I mean...so you’re a phooka. A big horse with
red eyes. Big whoop.” She swallowed the giggle that bubbled up and compressed her lips. “I’m glad you don’t have fangs though.”
One eyebrow rose up his forehead and he gave her the crooked grin she loved. A long, deep thrust drove her breath from her lungs. “What do you think the ‘big deal’ is Peyton?”
“You know, I really have no idea.” She shook her head, trying to control the smirk twisting her lips.
“Hmmm...” He wrapped his lips around her breast and drew circles with his tongue, rocked his cock in and out with shallow thrusts.
Pleasure spread through her, a slow tendril of flame that crackled through her veins. She sifted his hair through her fingers and looked at the canvas roof above them, her gaze stopping on one sigil in particular.
Family.
“Ian? Do you think my father is out there?” Why the question popped into her head at that moment, she didn’t know. But it was perhaps her longest held dream; to know her father’s identity. She’d never felt more vulnerable and open to someone than she did right then.
He raised his head, the low light glinting off his hair. “Perhaps. Do you want to find out who he is?”
“I don’t know. I don’t even know why I want to bring it up right now.” She shook her head.
Concern and understanding flitted through his eyes. “Your entire life has changed in the space of hours. And you’re finally in a place where you can find out who he is. You feel safe with me, and our magic is drawing us ever closer together.” He cupped her cheek. “My ego is a little bruised that you’re thinking so hard when I’m trying to seduce you. But I understand.”
She rolled her eyes. “Blame your friends. If they hadn’t been out there making a racket, I’d not have thought about it.” The long lines of his tattoos captivated her, and she traced them with her finger. “I don’t know if I want to know anymore. I thought it was important, that I needed to know my father’s name so that I would know who I was. But I know who I am. I’m Peyton Reynolds. Fae. Phooka rider. Member of the Wild Hunt.”
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