5. Pixie Sex Rave
Pixie Sex Rave
Ryn
Shit. Butterflies dance in my stomach as we turn down a dark alley and head toward a sketchy-looking door with a green porch light illuminating an age-worn sign that I can’t make out.
This is the kind of situation that would make a human shit their pants, but as I look over at Seth through lowered lashes, all I feel is excitement.
I like him. I knew I wanted to fuck him, but now he’s just so sweet and goofy.
And he makes me feel safe, which is wild because he’s a literal soul reaper.
My panties are uncomfortably damp after my little game on the way here.
Heat curls in my gut as I savor the memory of his response to my advances.
He’s so expressive and I adore it. As soon as he cloaked us in shadow—a glimpse at his true nature that sent pangs of lust to my core—I was ready to shimmy out of my shorts and hop on his dick.
His reaction proves that he definitely wants me, which is fabulous, but he’s the reason there’s an ache in my core and no dick to fill it.
The memory of his hesitation rudely pulls my lips down in a frown, and I slow to a stop beside him.
I don’t mind the slow game, but I don’t want to make a fool of myself either.
“Are you seeing someone?” The thought is out of my mouth before I can think better of it.
Seth’s eyes bulge, and he shakes his head quickly, “Uhm, no. We’re on a date.” His brows draw down sharply, and he bites his lip, “…right? I mean, I thought—”
“Yes!” I nod and smile at his look of relief at my confirmation. I hesitate and tuck some loose strands of hair behind my ear before continuing, “It’s just—You are interested in me, right? And single?”
He nods, eyes still huge, and I watch as he swallows nervously.
“Okay, cool.” His vocal reassurance helps to clear the doubt, and I smile. Maybe he just wants to take things slow. I can do that. I have toys. I move to keep walking, but he stays still.
“What about you?” He sounds stiff, and it makes me pause. He hasn’t had that hard edge in his voice since before we cleared the air at the coffee shop. I look up at him, and his beautiful blue eyes are guarded. I fucking hate it.
“Seth, I just licked your jizz off my hand after fondling you on a sidewalk.” My lips roll into my mouth, and I bite down to suppress a smile.
His jaw drops open, and I laugh, “Yes, I’m single and interested.
You hesitated.” I look away and kick at some loose gravel near my toe.
“I was just making sure I didn’t overstep or whatever. I can be a bit forward.”
He looks pained for a minute, and a sinking feeling settles in my stomach. Fuck. Did I push him farther than he wanted?
“I just—” His brows knit, and his eyes dance with some unhappy emotion as he presses on, “You weren’t really touching me.”
I purse my lips and hum, “Pretty sure I was.”
He laughs, and my heart speeds up, “No, I mean—” He huffs out an exasperated breath and gestures to himself.
“This is not me, Ryn. You know that, right?” His strong voice cracks, and I want to hug him.
So I do, tentatively. I’m not great at the emotional stuff, but his willingness to be vulnerable makes me want to try.
He hesitates for only a minute before hugging me back with a bone-popping force that makes those damn winged pests flap around in my stomach again.
My voice comes out as a honeyed whisper in his ear, “I know you’re a psychopomp, Seth. I have seen psychopomps before, you know.”
He pulls back a little and eyes me curiously, “Have you—”
“No.” I laugh, “Don’t worry, Tiger. You’ll be the only one of your kind to get in my pants.”
His whole gorgeously handsome face flushes, and he chuckles, rolling his eyes at me.
I can feel his excitement growing against my stomach where we’re still pressed together.
I suck my teeth in thought before smiling up at him.
He eyes me dubiously as I lace my arms around his neck and kick off the ground to jump up and wrap my long legs around his waist. His arms shoot out to grab my ass and help support me.
I roll my hips, and my heat presses into his boner as he lets out a hiss.
“Merciful Darkness, Ryn. We can’t fuck right in front of the entrance to a 3P.” His eyes dart around, and he backs us up, just out of the green light giving eldritch vibes to this HP Lovecraft-looking alley.
I snap to attention, “A 3P! Seriously?” I try to look around behind me, arching into Seth to lean back, and he groans pathetically.
A small smile curls my lips, and I look back at him.
His eyes are locked on my body, looking at me in exactly the way that I want.
I can feel giddiness sailing through my veins.
We’re both single. We like each other. There’s no weird vibe hanging awkwardly in the air between us, and his big surprise is a 3P?
This is shaping up to be the best last-minute date ever!
His hands squeeze my ass, and I purr. He exhales heavily, clearly exasperated with his failing attempts to get the upper hand.
“Yeah, I thought maybe it seemed like the kind of thing you’d be into.
If you’d rather not, though, we can go. I know they’re kind of wild, and I swear, I wasn’t expecting anything—”
I giggle and sit up straight in his arms, “You invited me to a pixie sex rave and weren’t expecting anything?” My brow shoots to my forehead, and I fight off a laugh as the color fades from his face.
“Yes. I mean, NO! I—” His voice sounds strangled, and there’s an echo to it that I haven’t heard before. It’s eerie, but so fucking hot. “It’s not a sex rave, it’s a pixie paint party.”
“Where people notoriously get high on pixie pheromones and hook up.”
“Wait—what?” His eyes are as big as saucers as he glances back to the entrance of the club, swallowing thickly. “I thought it was like…a rave with glow in the dark paint and those little tube shots on the flyer.”
“It is.” I can’t help the laugh that escapes me, and Seth huffs, narrowing his eyes at my amusement. I chuckle again and press a little kiss to his cheek. “I’m joking.”
“I knew that.” He blinks rapidly and his eyes zero in on my mouth.
“Dork.” I smile and move closer to his mouth, eyeing it and licking my lips. “Seth?”
He sucks in a breath and rasps, “Ryn,” Mmm—that’s right, lover boy. Say my name.
“I want to kiss you, before we go into the 3P. Because I intend to refuse the pheromone blocker, and I’d like you to do the same.” His breath hitches, and I continue, “But I want to kiss you first.”
He’s staring at my lips, and I can see the desire on his face, but he’s not moving any closer. I purse my lips and unwrap one hand from around his neck, sticking it up between us like an offering. “Spell me out of your glamour.”
That gets his attention. He rears back, careful not to drop me.
“I—” His eyes ping-pong back and forth between my own, as if he’s trying to see how my soul will respond to his before he decides. It’s intense. A shiver runs down my spine, and I nod encouragingly, letting my eyes reflect how much I want this.
He lifts me quickly to position his arms so that he’s supporting me with one, while slowly raising the other to my offered palm. His eyes lock on mine, and he sighs.
“If it’s too much, just say ‘bananas’ and I’ll re-spell you. No hard feelings.”
His self-doubt brings an ache to my chest, and I do my best to control my breathing and prepare myself as I nod.
He lightly taps his hand to my palm, and a tingle spreads from the place he touched.
He squeezes his eyes shut, and I gasp as tingles of magic cascade over me, slowly revealing roiling shadow and gleaming bone.
His glamour was probably the most handsome human man I’d ever seen, but Seth—fuck. He’s unreasonably gorgeous. I squirm in his hold as saliva pools in my mouth and heat settles like a fucking wet blanket in my groin.
He stiffens at my squirming silence, probably thinking the worst, and I swallow quickly as I wrap my arm back around his neck.
I lean in, pausing with my lips open just a hair’s breadth from his full lips, dark as sin.
I let the heat from my mouth wash over his lips as his eyes cast us both in a bright blue light.
His orbs widen slightly, flashing with surprise, and I close the space between us, crushing my lips to his.
My heavy-lidded eyes close, and I moan as Seth snaps into action.
His arms are solid steel bars wrapped under my thighs, pulling me in tight.
His fingers knead my ass, and I moan, his tongue darting inside my mouth and swirling around.
My eyes pop open at the feel of it—it’s somehow softer than a human’s, but longer and textured. Goosebumps break out across my exposed flesh, and I grind against the very pronounced bulge currently pinned between us. I gasp, and Seth growls, one of his hands snapping up to grab the base of my neck.
I shudder and let myself get lost in his kiss. As in answer to my silent submission, he softens it, slowing things down. I roll my hips against him to get a better idea of what I’m working with, and moan.
If my eyes weren’t closed, they’d cross.
His dick is fucking huge. I can feel a tightness in my lungs from lack of air, and Seth finally breaks off the kiss, panting.
He’s better than me; I probably would have passed out before I willingly took my tongue from his mouth.
I wonder briefly if any of the pixie pheromones have leaked out of the 3P, or if every kiss with Seth will be that breathtaking.
He smiles at me, all confidence, and my insides turn to fucking goo. “I was gonna ask if you still like me, but my dick is damp, and it’s not from me.” His orbs somehow gleam, and I laugh.
My hand darts out to bat at his chest, “It might be from me, but it’s still your fault.”
His lips pucker petulantly, and I stare at him, mesmerized. “I’m not sure that it really is, but I also don’t really care why you’re in my arms and hot for me.” He smiles and squeezes me, “I’m just super fucking stoked that you are.”
Butterflies. A whole ass kaleidoscope of butterflies throwing a rave to rival a 3P fluttering around in my stomach. Sweet Death.