Chapter 18
CADE
Cade returned from the hunt for Jillian with a few wounds on his shoulder.
He stayed in wolf form until he reached their door, not wanting to walk through the lodge in his flippered feet, although he realized he would have to sooner or later, unless Faye figured out how to fix them.
He shifted in front of their door and grabbed the key card Faye had tucked under the floor mat.
The room blazed with heat, and the smell of Faye’s arousal made the wolf in him growl.
She waited in position as instructed, her submissive pose so alluring he grew dizzy.
He walked past the fire, then stopped, looking at it.
No logs remained, yet flames roared in the grate.
The air in the room seemed dense, and the light appeared tinged with red.
His heart leaped into his throat. Did it mean Faye was furious? Had she found her punishment unfair? Or resented being left in the middle of it, without any aftercare? Had sub-drop turned her against him?
He laid his hand on her back. “Faye?”
She shivered at his touch and turned her face to him. Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes dilated. He saw desire in her expression. The flames were for passion.
He could not suppress the growl erupting from his chest. Her eyes widened, but he saw no fear in her expression, only surprise. Her gaze traveled to the gashes on his shoulder, and she gasped, lifting her head.
“Wolf fight—it’s nothing. Lykae heal very quickly.”
“Werewolf fight?”
“No, regular wolves. They had cornered Jillian, the missing woman.”
“So you found her?”
“Yes, she’s back at the lodge now.” He reached out and stroked her hair. He wanted her desperately. But first he needed to figure out what made her leave that morning. “Listen, Faye,” he said, “I need you to tell me the truth about why you left.”
She groaned, dropping her face back into the covers.
He slapped her ass. “I’m going to spank you until you come clean.” When she said nothing, he pressed his hand into her low back and began to smack her gorgeous ass. The redness from before had faded to a light blush during the time he’d been gone, but she cried out as if she were still sore.
“Was it because of what happened in my bed?” He slapped the flesh below the butt plug.
“Yes!” she gasped.
“You didn’t want me to touch you that way?”
“I did!”
“So, what then?”
“I’m afraid!” she wailed.
Oh, sweet little fairy. He stopped spanking and rubbed. “What are you afraid of?”
“Having sex with you,” she said, tears in her voice.
He wanted to punch his own face. He leaned on the bed beside her so he could see her face, which was buried in the covers. Tugging her hair, he turned her head to face him. She burst into tears.
“I thought you enjoyed the pleasure I gave you this morning.”
“I did.”
“So, why is it scary?”
“Because,” she wept. “I will lose my powers, and then I’ll never be able to change your feet back, and how could you forgive me?”
Oh. Oh, fuck. He’d had no idea. No wonder she was giving him mixed messages about sex.
“Shh. Don’t cry, baby.” He swiped her tears with his thumb. He kissed her forehead, her cheek, her nose. “What do you mean, you’ll lose your powers?”
She sniffed. “Fairies lose their powers when they have sex.”
He narrowed his eyes. “Who told you that?”
“My dad.”
“But your dad is not a fairy, right?”
She pushed herself up on her forearms with an air of frustration. “Yeah, but he was married to one!”
“So your mom never had any powers that you remember?”
She looked confused. “Well…”
“Is there anything in her journal about fairies losing their powers after having sex?”
“No…”
“How old were you when your dad told you this?”
She frowned. “About fourteen, I guess.”
“Mmm-hmm,” he said.
“What?”
“Faye… if I had a daughter who looked like you at age fourteen, I might make up a story to keep her from having sex too early, too.”
Faye looked outraged. “You think it’s not true?”
He shrugged. “Again, I have to point out the fairy ruler is Pan, God of Debauchery.”
He brought his hand to her ass, stroking it over her tantalizing curves. He allowed his fingers to brush over her wet pussy. “When I came in, I smelled your arousal, Faye,” he said in a low, seductive tone.
She whimpered, her body stilling as if listening for his touch.
“You don’t know how much I want you.” He slid his finger over her slit, spreading her nectar all around. He felt her legs begin to tremble, her ass arching to give him better access. “Do you want me too, Faye?”
“Yessss.
“Say it.”
“I want you, Cade. Please.”
He loved the need in her voice. He got up to get a condom out of his wallet and she twisted to look at him.
“But what if I lose my powers?”
“What part of sex do you think would make it happen? Because you’ve already orgasmed, and didn’t lose them. And I penetrated you with my fingers, and you didn’t lose them. What makes you think it will be different with my cock?”
The line between her brow deepened. “Maybe it’s the semen? Maybe you shouldn’t come in me?”
He beamed and held up the condom. “In that case, I’ve gotcha covered.”
“Okay, but what about your feet? What if I lose my powers and I can’t change them back? Or even if I don’t lose my powers but I never figure out how to fix my mistake? What then?” Her eyes welled with tears again.
He leaned on the bed beside her again and cupped her face. “Then we’ll figure it out, together. We’ll find another fairy, or I’ll get surgery. We’ll work it out. I forgive you, whether you can fix it or not.”
“Are you sure?”
He grabbed the back of her head and did what he’d been dying to do ever since he brought Faye home. He claimed her mouth, kissing her deeply. Her lips parted for him, sliding across his, tentatively. He slid his tongue into her mouth and she moaned.
She rolled to her back, her arms twining around his neck, urging him on. The fire crackled roared in the fireplace. The room seemed to glow pink.
His wolf was right at the surface, eager to claim the little fairy as his.
A growl rose up in his throat. He broke away, pushing her back to her belly.
“If I wait any longer, I will explode.” He arranged her hips over the side of the bed again.
“Spread those long legs, little slave. I’m taking you from behind, because I’m an ass man, if you hadn’t guessed. ”
She let out a husky laugh, waggling her butt from side to side, driving the beast within him mad with lust.
Rolling on the condom, he eased inside her tight, wet channel, taking his time to allow her to get accustomed to the stretch. “Are you okay, little fairy?” he asked when he’d entered fully. He started moving, gliding in and out in a slow rhythm.
“Yes,” she breathed.
He closed his eyes, willing himself to stay in control, but she felt too good. Being inside her drove his wolf mad.
He moved a little faster, a little harder.
She cried out in what sounded like pleasure, but he had to double check.
“Still okay, sweetheart?”
“Yes! Fuck me, Cade. Fuck me, harder.”
What? Damn. Apparently fairies do love sex.
His wolf went wild.
He roared, grabbing a fistful of her hair and bucking against her, forgetting gentle in his instinctual drive to claim her.
“Yes!”
Fate. She was killing him. It took everything he had not to let the beast out and mark her for his own. He closed his eyes, pumping into her, trying to inhale in deep, cleansing breaths.
“No condom! No condom, no condom, no condom, Cade!”
He hesitated, his brain slow to register her words. He’d put on the condom. Yes, he definitely remembered putting it on. Had it slipped off?
“Huh?”
“Take it off! I don’t want the condom. Fuck me for real, Cade.”
Oh, Fate.
He leaned his torso down on her back, reaching around to pinch both her nipples at once. “What did you say?” he breathed into her ear.
FAYE
“You heard me,” Faye panted. She couldn’t explain it, but something inside her screamed to get the barrier out of their way.
“Faye.” There was an animal-like growl to his voice. He pinched her nipples harder, making her pussy spasm as she squealed. “Faye, I can’t hold back. If I take off this condom, I am going to fuck you for real, and you have no idea what that means.”
“I don’t care. I want it off. Fuck me for real.”
He tugged her head backward with her hair again. “Faye,” he gritted in her ear, “I’m going to mark you with my teeth—I’m going to make you mine, forever.” He withdrew and slammed his hips against hers again, pummeling her inner wall with his length.
Her eyes rolled back in her head with pleasure.
“Wolves mate for life, sweet fairy. That means I will never, ever let you go. Not ever again. Do you understand?” He slammed his cock into her again.
“Now, Cade,” she sobbed. “Do it now!”
With animal-like speed, he yanked out of her, threw the condom to the floor and re-entered, plowing into her so hard she thought he might split her in two. “Do it, Cade,” she wept, not certain what “it” meant, but wanting it with every fiber of her being.
He pounded into her, his loins slapping her ass, his fingers gripping her hips with bruising strength.
She heard a terrible snarling sound and teeth clamped onto her shoulder in a span far too wide to be from a human jaw.
The hold did not break her skin, but immobilized her, her entire body going limp and docile as Cade continued to slam into her, each stroke driving the butt plug deeper at the same time his cock filled her.
Her need had coiled into a fever pitch, but the wolf grip gave her the sensation of being out-of-body, so she could not respond.
Just when she thought she would die if she did not get some release, he snarled and sank his teeth into her flesh, piercing her skin. It didn’t hurt at all–her body registered it as pure pleasure.
The room seemed to fill with bright white light. Her entire body bucked as wave after wave of orgasmic release shook it. Cade came inside her, filling her with streams of his hot essence.
She shivered and clenched around his cock, milking it for more.
It felt like it went on for minutes. The room spun. When she finally stopped orgasming and her body went limp, Cade pulled out and scrambled up on the bed, yanking her into his arms. She dug her nails into his skin and convulsed some more.
When the climax faded, the sound of Cade’s chuckle made her open her eyes.
She gasped. It felt like a dream. They were floating three feet in the air.
Or better put, the bed floated with them upon it.
In fact, it seemed all the furniture in the room was floating. Her bliss had made everything buoyant.
“What do you think, Faye?” Cade chuckled. “Did you lose your power?”
She blinked. Testing it, she sent the intention for all but the bed to return to its rightful position in the room. A series of thuds and slams followed as the furniture instantly obeyed.
Her mouth fell open and she looked at Cade, whose grin split his face.
“Where’s my wand?” she whispered.
He slid off the bed, dropping the distance to the floor, and went to retrieve her wand where it still lay in the bathroom with her heap of clothing.
When he returned, he jumped up on the bed.
She took the wand and held her breath, calling power in through the top of her head, filling her heart, flowing down her arm and through the wand.
She pictured his feet, fully restored, and projected the picture out the end of the wand with a giant burst of power.
Cade yelped in pain and she gasped with fear, but the flippers transformed to feet before their eyes. He wiggled his toes, frowning. “Uhhh.”
“Oh crap!” she said, realizing his left foot protruded from his right leg and vice versa. She tried again, sending the clearest image she could produce out her wand.
When she opened her eyes, Cade beamed. “You did it. You see? You have powerful magick,” he said.
“All I needed was you.”
“You’re so perfect. You’re all I needed, too.” He took her face in his hands and kissed her softly. “You’re mine now, Faye. I hope you understand.”
She nodded, her vision turning wavy before she blinked. “I’m yours.”
He grinned. “You’re welcome to still call me ‘Master’.”
She slapped his arm and he hauled her across his lap, giving her a few light spanks before easing the plug out. He tossed it to the floor far below and pulled her into his arms. “You’ll have to watch your step because as you might have guessed, Master/slave is a game I’m quite fond of.”
“You’ll have to watch your step or you’ll end up with flippers for feet,” she teased back.
He flopped her over and began to spank her until she writhed. “I can still spank with flippers for feet. You might have better luck making my hands disappear.”
She laughed, trying to cover her ass. “Stop it, meanie!”
He leaned over and kissed her butt, his facial hair feeling rough on her tenderized skin. “I love you, Faye.”
She scrambled up and sat straddling her man, tossing her arms around his neck. “Do you know, I’ve had a crush on you since the first day you showed me my place? It’s why I always turned into a stuttering goofball every time you came around.”
He smiled. “You used to come and hear me play.”
She sat up taller. “You saw me?”
He nodded. “Why didn’t you ever talk to me?”
She shook her head. “You always had groupies hanging all over you.”
“You’re not going to be jealous, are you? Because you don’t need to be. I only mate with one woman.”
“So, did you… you haven’t done that to anyone else?”
He shook his head. “No, I haven’t marked any other woman. Faye, you bear my scent now, so every other wolf will know you’re mine. I will protect you with my life, honor you, care for you, cherish you… and spank you.” He waggled his eyebrows.
She leaned forward and kissed him. “So, now that you can show your feet in public, are you going to let me out of this room?”
“You bet.” He started for the edge of the bed and then stopped.
“Oh.” She laughed and concentrated on the bed lowering. It dropped at an alarming rate, and she shrieked, clutching Cade’s arm.
“Needs a little work,” he teased, swinging his legs over the side of the bed and picking up the butt plug from the floor. “I’m going to have a quick shower to clean these wounds. Care to join me?”
She eyed his magnificent muscular body, imagining soaping it. “Hell, yeah!” She streaked past him, smacking his muscular ass.