Chapter 19
JESSAMINE
“Thank you, Dayn.”
The handsome beast fae male stood awkwardly after building a fire in a black disk set on a tripod at the center of Redvyr’s tent.
The smoke swirled in a plume straight out of an opening at the top.
There was a giant bed of furs to one side, baskets of what looked to be his clothes and other items, and an oval wooden tub to the other side currently full of cold water.
“Um, there is water there to wash.” He scratched the back of his neck nervously.
“Do you all bathe in freezing cold water?”
“The women sometimes heat it in buckets for the children. But we’re a hardy people. The cold doesn’t bother beast fae very much.”
“Yes, I’ve noticed,” I laughed, noting he was still wearing short sleeves although the snow had begun to fall in heavy flakes before we arrived.
“I’ll be right outside if you need anything.” He hurried through the tent flap, leaving me alone.
There was a thick, round candle on a stand at Redvy’s bedside. I lit it on the fire and set it back on the stand, staring at the tub.
Glancing at the door, I began to undress, the weight of this journey and all that we’d seen and done lifting with each layer of clothes. With my cloak, dress, and chemise in a pile, I slid out of my boots and stepped over to the tub.
The beast fae may not need warm water, but I certainly did.
Sliding my fingertips along the surface of the water, I summoned my magick.
My skin began to glow as it always did when I called my power to the surface.
My veins pumping with magick, I whispered to the water, willing it to change for me. To warm up for me.
Within a minute, the water had heated, steam rising from the surface. My skin aglow, the pattern of green and blue markings showing on my arms, legs and breasts, I stepped into the tub.
“Gods above,” I whispered, moaning as I settled in until the water lapped at my chin.
My cold, stiff muscles relaxed, my mind drifting to all that I had seen.
The mob in Hellamir; the moon fae witch bound for execution by burning; Lord Gael—my betrothed—calling for hatred and rebellion; Tylok’s body without his head, his family missing, his funeral pyre; and lastly, the deep, profound pleasure in the woods with Redvyr, lord of the beast fae.
The one male I should not want and could not have.
Tears slipped down my cheeks. I wiped at my face and slid under the surface, letting the water wash it all away. When I broke the surface and sat upright, combing my slick hair back over my head, a purring growl snapped me out of my thoughts.
Redvyr stood in front of the fire, his arms crossed, watching me. I realized my skin still glowed, and my breasts were exposed, and yet, my old inclination to hide my body didn’t take hold of me. Rather, I placed my hands on the sides of the tub and sat straighter.
His golden gaze flared with inner fire. “Stand for me, Jessamine. I want to see all of you.”
“I believe that will lead to danger.”
“What kind of danger?” His voice was a dark, velvety caress. My nipples tightened to peaks.
“Me in your bed.”
“Oh, that is undeniable.” He uncrossed his arms and walked toward me, bending and gripping the edge of the tub as he leaned over me. “I’m going to make you mine tonight, Jessamine. Prepare yourself for that certainty.”
I was breathing heavily, my chest rising and falling. To his credit, his feral gaze remained on mine, daring me to contradict him.
“Do you think that’s wise, Lord Redvyr?” I used his title on purpose, to remind him who he was.
“I don’t care.”
“I’m a light fae female.”
“I can see that.” That was when his gaze wandered down my body, still partly concealed by the water.
“What if your clan protests?”
“I am their clan lord. They won’t protest.”
“Perhaps not to your face, but not all will be happy if you take me to your bed.”
“I do not care.”
“That’s reckless,” I warned him. “You may regret it.”
He huffed and stood to his full height, unbuttoning his vest and tossing it aside, revealing the wide expanse of his muscular chest.
“I can promise you this, Jessamine. I will not regret this.” He held out his hand. “Stand. Let me see all of you.”
I’d never been nude before anyone, always hiding my body even when I was in front of my sisters and mother.
I’d certainly never shown anyone my entire body glowing in syrenskyn magick.
And while I hadn’t intentionally kept my magick humming, it burned brighter than ever. Like a beacon for the beast fae lord.
Focusing on sheathing my claws, transforming my hands back to normal, I held out one hand and let him lift me from the tub. Water sluiced down my body, over the curves of my breasts, belly, and hips. Redvyr watched with rapture.
“By the gods, you are stunning, sweetheart.”
He helped me step out then took a towel on a hook by the tub and dried me off, squeezing the water out of my wet hair, lingering between my thighs.
I whimpered when he brushed my already throbbing clit. He dropped the towel and wrapped his hands around my waist, his large hands spanning the width of my back and belly.
“Listen to me. This will hurt, since you are a maid. But there will be pleasure too.”
I swallowed, gripping his biceps. “How can there be both?”
He smiled, his fangs flashing. “Let me show you. Trust me?”
“Yes.”
Urging me to lay down on the furs, I did, watching him unlace his boots and then his trousers. I closed my eyes, overwhelmed by the sight of him.
“Afraid, my princess?”
I felt and heard him climbing onto the furs. I opened my eyes to find him on his knees between my legs, one hand on his cock.
“A little. But not of you.”
“Pleasure first, then.”
He gripped my thighs, sliding them open and stretching his huge body upon the furs. Propped on his elbows, his mouth above my sex, I knew what was coming, my body coiled and tense but ready.
He nuzzled his nose along my inner thigh and mound. “Paradise is right here,” he said, stroking his tongue along my slit. “Between your thighs, Jessamine.”
Moaning, I reached down and gripped one of his horns. “Show me the pleasure you promised, my lord.”
His eyes heated, a growl rumbling as he lowered over me and set me on fire. His mouth and tongue teased, stroking inside me then around my clitoris.
“Yes, Redvyr. Goddess, yes.”
He clamped his lips around my tight nub, sending me over the edge quickly. I arched my back then thrust toward his mouth, grinding against him. He licked me and sucked me until my orgasm subsided.
Climbing up my body, he lowered his head to my breast, flicking his tongue and scraping his fangs gently over the flesh and my nipple.
“Ah!” I fisted my hands in his hair.
He chuckled, sliding over to give his attention to the other breast.
“Redvyr,” I whispered, “it feels so good.”
He lifted, moving up until his face was close to mine. “Not as good as it’s going to get.” He angled his mouth over mine, stroking his tongue along mine with a humming purr.
I whimpered, my hips moving, wanting more. He moved a hand between us, took hold of his cock, then I felt the head nudging at my entrance.
“Open your legs wider,” he whispered against my lips. “So wet for me.” He kissed me again then raised his head, holding my gaze. “This is where it will hurt. But I’ll make it good for you.”
I could do nothing but nod, panting and whimpering with each nudge of his cock. He slid one hand behind my nape, gripping the back of my throat, and hooked the other hand behind my knee, flattening my thigh to the furs.
“There you go, my girl.” With each thrust, he went deeper inside me. “Let me in.”
I thrust up with him on the next pump of his hips, a sharp sting making me cry out as he seated himself fully inside me.
“Yes, yes,” he crooned, nipping at my lips, sliding his mouth along my jaw to my throat. “Fuck, this is so good. Let the burn fade, then I’ll make it good for you.”
He sucked at the base of my throat, making my sex clench around his wide girth. He groaned.
“That’s right, my little light fae. Your cunt is hungry for me now.”
He slid out to the tip and pumped back in, the sting still there but less. I whimpered, half pain, half pleasure. Then he really started fucking me, his hips pumping hard and deep, his cock filling me up. He groaned with pleasure, wild in his thrusting.
With blinding speed, he gripped my hips and rolled to his back. I straddled him, his cock still inside me, and braced my arms on his chest.
“You set the pace now. I’m afraid I’ll break you.”
I wasn’t going to admit that, while he was ferocious in his fucking, the pain was bringing me to ecstasy. Instead, I did what he told me to do and set the pace.
Reaching up to hold his larger two horns, I rolled my hips, my mouth falling open when his cock stroked a pleasure spot inside me. His grin made me smile as I continued to ride him, speeding up with each downward stroke.
I admired his body, even the thicker hair that lined his forearms and the line from his navel to the bed of hair at his cock.
He wasn’t like the fair-skinned, hairless men of the light fae.
He wasn’t civilized or tame or properly groomed like the males of my kind.
And yet, he was the most beautiful male I’d ever seen.
He planted his feet wide, his clawed hands gripping my hips, helping me fuck him from above.
“How’s that, my princess? Does that feel good?”
“Yes.” I arched my back and he bent upward to suck my nipple. My sex clenched. “Gods yes.”
Suddenly, he fell backward, arching his neck, his horns tearing into the furs. I braced my hands on his chest as he thrust upward, deep, and held himself there.
His groan was feral and wild as his seed emptied inside me. His cock pulsed hard. I held still, in complete wonder at the intimate sensation.
Then something began to happen. A tingle along my skin provoked my magick. My skin began to glow. Rather than diminish, his cock swelled further, especially close to the base.