Chapter 2
Aoife didn’t know what had made her change her mind about Adam putting his scent on her. It wasn’t like she was some kind of quivering virgin. Although it had been some time since she’d been with someone. Like the rest of her Order, her dating life was regulated.
Sex was ritual.
Not pleasure.
And not many people particularly liked her kind.
The banshee part, anyways.
Banshees were harbingers of bad luck.
The last thing that had been on her mind was sex, but then Adam had come crashing out of the woods. He had taken care of her. He was kind, gentle, and she knew how she affected him.
She had seen his hard-on straining against his jeans and it made her wet with need.
When she fell asleep on his bed, wrapped up in his furs, his scent permeated her brain. Weaved itself into her blood and she woke up aroused. Her body aching with longing, but Adam was gone. She wanted him. Only him, and all she had to do was picture his face to know where he was.
She had been there for a few moments, hovering like mist and watching him undress. She had gotten a good eyeful of what made human women abandon their previous lives and stay with their Sasquatch captors. And she imagined what it would be like to have that cock inside her, her pussy clenched around it, as it filled her.
Stretched her.
Maybe having him scent her wouldn’t be a terrible thing.
A rush of heat flowed through her again.
Adam was still in the water, staring up at her. She could smell his arousal. His spicy musk, not even diluted by the water. There was a potent magic in the air and she craved it, just as much as she hungered for him.
“What did you say?” he asked carefully.
“I want to take you up on the offer to scent me.”
Adam slowly made his way out of the lake. Rivulets of water running down over muscled, hairy body. His cock hard and jutting up, begging to be ridden. Her pulse quickened as she tried not to stare at him. He tied back his wet hair.
“I only offered to protect you. I do not want to force you.”
“You’re not.”
“You’re running and scared,” he stated, not moving, but his golden eyes were glowing.
“I am running, but scared? No. I’m not. I’m more annoyed that my life has so little value to the Tuatha Order that I’m being used as a commodity.” Aoife took a step toward him, her body flushing with heat and with a need like she had never experienced before.
Witches would often react this way with a true mate, or so the legend said, but she had never experienced it. Her grandmother had said it was like that for her ancestor who had mated with Death.
Seized with a crazy lust.
And that’s when the banshee part infiltrated their bloodline.
Aoife knew what she wanted. And she wanted Adam in this moment.
Yeah, she was annoyed that she was being hunted by her own kind to be sold off into marriage to Prince Ivar, as if her life and making her own choices was worthless.
The Order’s expectations, their demands really pissed her off, but none of that mattered in this moment. She wanted Adam. This was her choice. It might be poor timing as she was on the run, but it wouldn’t hurt to have a little sexual release with a handsome, gentle Sasquatch. He was different than any other male magical being she’d ever seen or been with.
Adam was so close, she could hear his quick breathing and feel the heat coming off his body. She reached out tentatively and ran her fingers lightly down his chest, causing him to suck in a deep breath, a little growl rumbling deep in his chest.
A shudder of anticipation raced through her, her nipples hardening.
Oh yeah.
She wanted this.
“I’m sorry that you’re being used like that,” Adam said, his voice husky. “You should not be treated that way.”
“Exactly. It’s why I ran away. I’m in control of my body.”
No matter what stupid claim her coven had on her. She participated in the rituals because she chose to be a part of them, like Beltane, where she was hunted by an unknown underworld male in a mask. She had been masked too.
Then he caught her and fucked her like an animal in the forest under a full moon.
Just thinking of that primal moment, the exhilaration of the hunt and the claiming by a beast, made her pussy throb. She was so wet and ready for Adam. She wanted to be claimed by him.
This Sasquatch.
This beast.
“I would like to protect you,” Adam said, gently as he reached out and touched her hair, running his large fingers through it.
“I would like your protection,” she whispered. “And so much more.”
She undid the clasps to her dress, dropping the skimpy coven gown. It pooled at her feet, hitting the dry leaves. Her body naked, aroused and ready for him.
“I would like that too.”
Aoife pressed her naked body against his. She wasn’t cold anymore. His fur was so warm, soft and comforting even if it was a bit damp, but it was drying quickly in the cool autumn breeze.
Adam scooped her up in his arms, just as easily as he had before, when he carried her back to his cabin. Her heart was racing with the thrill of being taken by him. This was her choice in this moment, and it was freeing. Maybe it was the pheromone, the love spell, but she didn’t care. She was past the point of no return.
Adam gingerly laid her down on the bed, looming over her, his gaze drinking her in, which just made her even more aroused.
“I have no protection,” he said, his voice strained. “I can pull out. I do with females I have mated with in the past.”
“You don’t need that with me. I’m part banshee. There’s no disease that can kill me and I can’t get pregnant at this time of year. My fertile cycle is still well off.”
She reached up and touched his face, then knelt in front of him, so she was looking him in the eyes. She gently ran her fingers over his face and could feel his sharp incisors, like those of ancestral apes and Neanderthal. There was something completely exhilarating about the idea that he could tear her throat out.
“I do have one stipulation though,” she said, her voice shaking.
“What”s that?” he asked.
“I don’t kiss on the lips. I can’t give you that.”
A kiss was for love and it was the most powerful magic there was, so she didn’t kiss on the lips.
She couldn’t, but she wanted Adam.
This powerful creature.
A monster, some called him.
Would Prince Ivar even want her after she was used by a Sasquatch? She doubted it and that made her secretly happy.
“No kiss then. Though I would like to,” he said, his voice deep and husky.
She smiled and ran her fingers over his body, before reaching down and touching his cock, gently palming it.
There was a rumble deep in his chest, like she was awakening the monster within. His big hands ran over her body, touching her.
Adam pushed her to the mattress. He began to inhale her scent, deeply. His hot breath fanned over her body; his tentative kisses against the skin of her neck and collar bone made her blood ignite and when his face settled between her thighs, the coil of heat in her belly unfurled, waiting as he drank in her scent. His arms slipped out from under her ass, his hands resting on the tops of her thighs as he spread her legs.
Wider.
His tongue swept up her center, licking her, sending a jolt of pleasure through her.
“So sweet,” he murmured and then he dragged his tongue up her pussy again, agonizingly slow. She tried to arch her hips, but his arms wrapped under her thighs and his hands made it impossible for her to move her hips.
She was his prisoner.
Trapped by her beast.
Her hungry, hungry beast.
His tongue circled around her already sensitive clit and she cupped her breasts, arching her back as he sucked and nibbled her. Then his tongue slipped inside her, tasting her deeper. He moving his tongue in and out, making her hips grind.
All she wanted was him inside her.
Heat rippled like a wave over her body and she could feel herself coming and there was nothing she could do to stop it as it overtook her. She cried out, gripping the fur blanket underneath her, biting her lip to keep herself from crying out.
Her scream would definitely alert those hunting her to where she was and it would startle Adam. She’d learned how to keep it in check. Pleasure washed through her, her pussy pulsating, and Adam settled between her thighs, releasing his hold on her. His massive arms braced on either side of her.
“Are you sure you want this?” Adam asked.
“Oh yes. I’m positive.”
He growled low, possessively. She could feel the vibrations under her hand. His thick, hard cock nudging her opening as he slowly eased inside her, pushing the head in.
“You’re so damn tight,” he growled. He let out another snarl as he slowly sank into her.
“Fuck,” she gasped. He was so big.
“Touch yourself. I want to make you come again,” he demanded, growling.
It was a command, not a request, and it was one she was more than happy to acquiesce to.
“I want you to lick it,” she murmured, holding up her hand. She wanted him to know that it was him who made her wet as she touched herself while he fucked her.
Adam ran his hot, wet tongue on the palm of her hand and fingers. She slipped it between her legs, touching herself as he thrust in and out of her. He was so big, all of him couldn’t fit inside her, but it felt so amazing as he pumped in and out of her.
She couldn’t remember the last time she had felt this way with anyone. This was something more. Spell or not, she didn’t care.
“Are you close?” Adam grunted, as he pounded into her.
“So close,” she murmured, and it was true. She could feel the heady pleasure of flames building up deep inside her. It burned so good. Like hellfire.
Adam quickened his pace, sinking deeper into her and she raised her hips, meeting each one of his thrusts until the pleasure building deep in her belly burst like a starburst of colors through her veins. She cried out, her pussy clenching around him.
His thrusts became shallowed, frenzied. He gripped her hips, guiding her up and down his cock until he cried out, spilling his seed inside her. He let go of her hips and slid out of her. Her body felt boneless, like when she turned to smoke.
“Aoife,” he said. “You’re turning transparent.
Aoife glanced down.
Well, son of a bitch, she was turning into vapor. Her body was so relaxed, she was literally floating there.
“Sorry,” she murmured, trying to concentrate to keep her form.
Adam stretched out on the bed beside her and she snuggled up in his arms.
“Don’t be sorry,” he said. “I’ve never been with a banshee before. Truth be told, I haven’t been with many women.”
Aoife cocked an eyebrow. “You could’ve fooled me. I thought all of your kind were a bunch of lotharios?”
“My brothers are,” Adam whispered, running his fingers over his shoulders. “Since my parents died, I take care of them. Earn money and just keep the peace around here. So really, there was no time. The last time I was with a woman was a while ago and it was just a quick fuck. She was curious.”
“Was she human?”
“No. She was a Fae. An elf.”
“I find that surprising.”
“Because Fae usually look down on us?” he asked.
She nodded. “Sorry, but they do.”
“I believe it was a revenge fuck, but I’m not sure. I think her husband was watching from a closet and getting his own. I guess we’re good for sexual experimentation.”
Aoife understood that all too well. Often her kind were used for that. She was a commodity, not something to be treasured or loved.
“The only reason my family wants me is to use me to marry off to Prince Ivar. So I understand being used.”
Adam bolted upright. “Prince Ivar wants you?”
“I’m Prince Ivar’s supposed newest intended. That’s why I’m running.”
“What?” he roared. “Are you telling me that I just fucked Prince Ivar’s intended?”
“I mean nothing to Ivar. He has many wives. And it’s not by my choice, and that jackass has three wives already. He wants to breed children who are his own little assassins. He wants to use me and I wasn’t going to let that happen. My Order had other ideas.”
Adam didn’t look so convinced. “You know he could send his army into my woods and destroy me and my brothers.”
“He’s not that powerful,” Aoife stated. “And he doesn’t have jurisdiction here. He’s a prince of the fairies, not the whole magical realm. His father King Tiene doesn’t bother us here.”
“King Tiene controls everyone and everywhere,” Adam groused.
“Exactly, he has the power.”
“So why does Prince Ivar want you when he has wives?” Adam asked.
“I’m half banshee, not a full one, and my stupid Order thought I would be a good bargaining piece to make a deal. They have others they could barter with. Trust me, once he knows that I’ve mated with a Sasquatch, he’s not going to want me.”
“Were you using me?” Adam asked, quietly.
Aoife’s heart sank and she stroked his face. “No. I wanted you.”
Although she did have to wonder about love spells and pheromones, because the magic in the air was potent.
Adam tied back his long mane of hair, looking unconvinced. “You know they capture my kind, eh? Use them as soldiers. Especially if we toe a foot out of line.”
She dropped her head. “I know. They did, but more of the realm is aware. King Tiene has said the soldier Sasquatches are gone.”
“So he says,” Adam snorted.
His mistrust was not wrong. King Tiene was cruel.
“My Order in Toronto wanted to form an alliance, but I wasn’t having any of it. I’m not going back to the old-world ways. I’m not going back to Ireland where my family came from. I won’t be banished there either or live under Ivar’s thumb.”
Aoife shuddered to think of that.
Her grandmother and mother had talked a lot about what it was like and she had spent time there. Death, her great-great-great grandfather, came around from time to time to torment them. In the old parts of the realm she was feared, alone and looked down upon. It’s why she came here. In Canada, there was such a diversity of magical beings that all seemed to just coexist with humans, but humans were mostly unaware. Portals linked through hotspots in the fabric of time made it easy to travel.
It was the perfect place to blend in and hide.
There was no way she was going back. To the Order, to Ireland, to the Fae realm.
Adam worried his bottom lip, his brow furrowed. “I’ll protect you.”
For one moment,he thought he was being used again. Just like that time he fucked that Fae woman, some upper-class fairy. He had been smitten with her, but not enough to consider himself mated to her.
When Aoife had told him that she was on the run from Prince Ivar’s men, he was a bit concerned it was like that all over again. He could see the sincerity in her eyes, and then he knew she wasn’t lying to him or using him. He wasn’t sure what it was about her, but he wanted to protect her.
He wanted Aoife to be his mate.
Fill her with his seed.
Make her his.
Completely.
When he buried his cock into her tight little sheath, he’d been overcome with this wild, hunger that burned deep in his veins. Like a primal animal. All he could think about was being deep in her wet cunt.
Then she said that she was Prince Ivar’s and it was dangerous, but he made a promise, even if she was putting his brothers at risk. He was good about his word.
“Are you okay?” she asked, snuggling up closer.
“I’m okay,” he murmured. “Just…I don’t want to be used again for the wrong reasons.”
She draped herself across his chest, twirling her fingers in his fur. “I’m not using you, Adam. Trust me. I have never experienced what I just shared with you before. It’s was so damn good. I don’t fuck someone to use them. It means something to me if I can trust you, if I want you that much. Sex is magic and I don’t use that lightly.”
A growl of appreciation rumbled in his chest.
“And you do…want me?” he asked.
Aoife grinned. “I’ll show you how much I want you.”
She moved down his body, kissing his chest until she got to his cock, which was already getting hard, just having her close. He watched as she ran her tongue around the head of his penis. He moaned and ran his fingers through her dark hair as she gripped the base of his cock with her hand before taking him in her mouth, sucking him, while gently stroking the rest of his cock with her hand.
He gripped the blanket under him, throwing back his head to let out a howl that shook the walls of his cabin. No one had ever done that to him before and it felt so good, but he didn’t want to come in her mouth.
He wanted to come inside her.
As if reading his thoughts, she moved, her legs on either side of his hips as she held his cock and then slowly sank down on him. Her pussy still wet, warm, and so damn tight. His hands encircled her waist as she rode him. He thrust up toward her, faster and faster, craving that hot, wet, tightness of her sweet pussy.
He couldn’t get enough of it.
It was overpowering him.
Aoife reached between her legs, rubbing her clit as she rode him. Her body shimmering in and out of this plane of existence, her eyes going from inky black to white. Even though it looked like she was disappearing, he could still feel her and her tight cunt wrapped around him.
Milking him.
“Gonna come,” he moaned, letting out a howl.
Aoife shrieked, almost as loud as his own. Her pussy clenched around his cock and it wasn’t long before he came quickly too, shooting his load inside her.
Aoife’s body shimmered and she collapsed on top of him. His cock slipped out of her, but he couldn’t hold on to her any longer. It was like she was no longer there, and all he wanted to was touch her.
“Aoife,” he murmured.
“I’m here. Barely,” she whispered, her voice hollow and shaking. “Sorry, it’s hard to hold my form once I let out a call.”
“A call?” he asked.
She slithered off him, almost like mist, and then her form became opaque, but her eyes were still all white and glowing.
“A banshee call.” Her voice shook. “It was small.”
“Doesn’t that usually mean someone is going to die?” he asked.
She smiled at him lazily. “Orgasm, or rather la petite mort, is the little death.”
Adam chuckled. “Well, I’m glad I had that effect on you.”
Aoife’s eyes returned to normal and she scooted over to him. He slid his arm around her and pulled her close. He was glad that his prowess made her transcend spiritually, but he also liked to hold her close.
There were so many nights as a kid when he would see him mother and father curled up together in the cave. His father tried so hard to give her all the creature comforts from her world, so he had stolen a couch from some human’s cabin and brought it to Adam’s mother.
They would snuggle there together and the devotion his father gave to his mate was something Adam always aspired to. He thought he had it once with that Fae princess, but instead she had used him, and there was no point in looking for a human woman to mate with.
That had been outlawed by King Tiene in order to keep the magical world secret. The law was absolute and enforced.
Families were torn apart because of it. Women who had mated to his kind were glamoured and made to forget their families. They had tried to do that to his mother, but she was elderly and she decided to end her own life instead of return back to what she didn’t know without her husband.
Her death destroyed his father. He wasted away.
So, love and mating, although it was something Adam desired, was something he never thought he would ever have. Aoife was not a human woman, but she was still supposed to be Prince Ivar’s mate. Even if she didn’t want to be.
“What’re you thinking about?” she asked lazily.
“What?”
“Your face is so serious. You look lost in thought.”
“I am thinking how I’m going to protect you.”
“You’ve scented me.”
“It just keeps my brothers away. I don’t think that matters if the Tuatha Order are out there hunting you.” He got up from the bed and pulled on his denim.
“I can protect you too. I have magic myself,” she said. “I am a witch as well.”
“I wasn’t thinking straight,” Adam mumbled, tying back his shaggy fur. “I have six younger brothers I have to protect. They’re all young and strong. I don’t want them to be taken for Prince Ivar’s army.”
Aoife sighed. “Those who were after me won’t be looking around here. Once I’m mated to you properly, Prince Ivar will no longer want me. That I can guarantee.”
“How?” Adam asked.
“His sister got involved with a Sasquatch for sport. Lady Cailin Alainn…I think.”
Adam’s stomach knotted. “That was me.”
Her eyes widened. “You?”
He nodded. “I fell in love with her, or what I thought was love, and it turned out that it wasn’t. Lady Cailin Alainn used me and I suspect her brother probably doesn’t have such a soft spot for us either. Now, I’ve stolen his mate.”
Aoife sighed. “Indeed.”