Chapter Fourteen #4
He panted hard, his growls raising the temperature within my body. “You are the best dancer in all of Elva in this and every other century. You make all other dancers weep for their failure,” he growled, “for they will never surpass you.”
Now that’s more like it. Fuck you, Honora.
“You’ve watched my mouth do it more times than there are numbers.” I swirled my juicy hole on his tip. “Want to watch my pussy swallow that big, fat cock, lover?”
Alisdair didn’t waste time with words. Snarling, he grasped my hips—pulling me slowly, but firmly down on his middle. Despite the inevitable way this was going to end, I was determined to take my time—drive him as crazy as he drove me.
I rose up all the way to the tip, enjoying his low hiss deep inside a newly awakened naughty part of me.
Just as slowly, I impaled myself on him—groaning as my eyes fluttered.
The man filled me to bursting, and then some.
Alisdair said it was his looks that had all the men and women swooning in his younger days, but I knew for a fact fae weren’t so married to clothes back in the old days.
They were swooning certainly, but they weren’t looking at his face when they did so.
Alisdair’s warm, firm grip was the anchor pulling me back when I drew away. Caught in our eternal push-pull, I rode his lap much more happily than I rode a horse.
“Faster!”
Biting my lip, I rolled my hips—making him choke. “I could go faster,” I mused, “but you’d have to do something for me first.”
“Very well, if that’s what you were waiting for, you should’ve said so sooner.”
“What are— Oh!”
My brows bounced up to my hairline as a wet finger pushed past my puckered entrance. I opened my mouth to tell him that was not what I was going to say, when his other hand came around and rubbed my clit so vigorously, the explosion of pleasure popped me off his cock.
“Okay, that’s better than what I was going to say.”
“Faster,” he ordered.
I knew when to give in to the will of a god. Nails digging in his knees, I bounced up and down on his lap—driving his length and his fingers deeper and deeper inside of me with each thrust.
Our heat filled the tent and burst out, banishing the cold from Wind and Wild—from the world. My moans were screams. I couldn’t stop myself. I couldn’t slow down.
Alisdair and I were like one—meeting thrust for thrust. Groan for groan. Scream for every relentless strike of my inner bull’s-eye.
Every muscle in my body went rigid, tightening harder than my lower belly. I screeched myself hoarse as I came—body seizing and clamping my walls down, strangling his length till it burst.
We collapsed back in a sweaty, sated pile.
“Fucking hell, woman.” It brought me immense pleasure that Alisdair was so out of breath. “You make it easy for a man to forgive you anything. I’ve already forgotten about that pesky little cliff you threw me off of.”
My smile tightened around the edges. “Have you? Well, that’s good.
Since you only keep me around for my mouth and pussy, I’d hate for either to disappoint.
” I shoved up, but I was still too weak and shaky from my orgasm.
My storm-out ended instantly when I flopped stomach down on the mattress—steaming.
I felt Alisdair’s eyes on the back of my head. He was no doubt pondering what went wrong again that I was having another tantrum.
He’s such a fool. I swear, it wasn’t his heart that he ripped out. It was his brain!
“Ana.”
“What!” I snapped.
Alisdair flipped me over. I squawked as he pinned my hands over my head, and pressed our foreheads together.
“You are aware, little bird, that I am hopelessly, madly, irrevocably, irrationally in love with you?”
I stilled.
“I would love you, my short-tempered, violent biter, even if you had no mouth and no pussy? Although, I would never wish you had no mouth, because it is your constant challenge of me, pushing me to grow and be a better man than I was the day before—that makes my heart beat mad for you—in or out of my chest.”
I stopped breathing, my own heart shooting into my throat. I couldn’t speak. I couldn’t swallow. I couldn’t process a word coming out of his mouth! Did he mean it? Was this truly happening?
“You knew this, yes?”
My jaw worked as my tongue strained to remember how to form sounds. “If... If I didn’t,” I croaked, “I do now.”
“Good.” He kissed me hard. “Because I wouldn’t want there to be any confusion on that topic.”
I ducked my head, hiding my smile in his neck. “No confusion here. We understand each other perfectly.”
For a long while, we just held each other—safe and secure in our own little world. Lazily, I traced the runes on his arm—fingers skating over the cooling sweat on his body.
He loves me. I can’t believe he loves me.
The thought brought a wide, goofy grin to my face every time. I’d been wishing for this for so long. At first I thought getting him to love me was impossible. And then I thought it was a miraculous feat that not even Meya could achieve. But here we were—two cursed people in love.
Cursed. Of course, the curse, I thought, a sliver of urgency sneaking through the fog.
I was cursed and Alisdair just brought me closer to freedom. Now all he needed to do was say so to my true self and make it so by declaring my true name.
But... what is my true name? I frowned, searching the depths of my mind. I think it starts with a D— Oh, no, an O. O-r-a... Or is it O-e-a—?
“What is it?” Alisdair smoothed down my frown lines. “What’s upset my queen?”
My smile returned. “Not a thing. How can I be upset on such a perfect morning?” I chewed my lip. “Actually, I was just thinking. If you truly love me, I was hoping you’d do something for me.”
He shrugged. “If you insist.” His hand traveled between my cheeks.
“Behave yourself, beast,” I cried, swatting his arm.
Alisdair laughed unrepentantly.
“What I was going to say was that I want us to get married again. Properly this time.”
“Huh,” he voiced, cocking his head. “You mean a marriage ceremony that doesn’t end with me getting stabbed through the chest, or you fleeing into the night? That would be quite an accomplishment for us.”
I giggled. “I think we can manage it, don’t you?”
“We’ll find out in a week’s time.” He kissed my fingertips. “At the ball celebrating our marriage.”
Squealing happily, I tackled Alisdair and kissed him soundly. In typical fashion, he flipped me back over and had his way with me—making me very glad I had a pussy and a mouth.
All too soon, Alisdair and I headed back to the village with me enjoying the journey much more on foot. He listened to me chatter about wedding plans, stopping only once to pick a starflower and tuck it behind my ear without a word—just a smile. I swear I fell deeper in love with him on the spot.
Walking into town, my stream of chatter was interrupted a few times by a strange sight. Every villager we passed was stopped in the middle of their day—standing frozen in the square, on the side of the road, outside their homes, or beside the fountain.
They weren’t moving. They weren’t talking. They were just staring at something Alisdair and I couldn’t see.
Cautiously we passed through and stepped onto the castle bridge. Eadaoin stood in front of the entrance, staring straight up.
“Eadaoin? Eadaoin,” I called. “Are you okay? What’s going on?”
“The ice...” she whispered.
“The ice? What about it?”
She pointed up, her finger shaking. At that moment, the icicle shed a tear, dripping its gift on her fingertip.
“It’s melting.”