Chapter 30 Tegwyn
Tegwyn
My heart skips a beat as I forget how to breathe. Her kiss takes me entirely by surprise, firing up every nerve in my body, and I grasp fistfuls of her golden hair, parting her mouth with my tongue.
She makes the sweetest sound, opening her mouth wider to invite me inside. A feral growl loosens from my lips when I finally get my taste of her, and the beast is out of the cage.
How I manage to have any restraint, I’ll never know, but when she presses her heaving breasts to my chest, teasing my bottom lip with her teeth, I feel myself slipping. My claws unsheathe, but with shaking fingers, I will them back inside my gloves, telling myself I can’t hurt her.
I’d be no better than the monsters at this faerie revel.
She just makes it so goddamn difficult, snaking her arms around my neck like a boa constrictor, and that’s when she gets her own claws out, raking them down the length of my spine. My body shudders, and I suppress another growl, heart pounding like a battering ram.
I want her. Now.
Against the wall. In the meadow.
Everywhere.
Our lips part as we press our foreheads together, sharing breath. My world spins, and I’m simply drunk on her scent. Honeysuckle floods my veins, pumping hotter and faster until I’m blind to everything but her.
“Let’s go somewhere private,” she whispers.
Her green-blue eyes are pure temptation, and my gaze darts towards a distant knoll where I spy several faeries doing the unspeakable.
It's the longest night of the year, and the Fae are celebrating in the best way they know how—dancing and fucking until they wear down the soles of their feet.
Ivy follows my gaze, and then she starts dragging me towards the knoll. I have dreamed of this from the moment I laid eyes on her, and it looks like my wishes are about to come true.
We crest the highest point of the knoll, tumbling down onto the wet grass when we find a shadowed spot. I make sure to lay us somewhere downwind. That way, the others won’t pick up on the scent of blood when I take her for the first time.
Her hair pools across the grass like swathes of golden silk, and that’s how we stay for a while, ignoring the groaning and gasping of the faeries around us.
Ivy throws my hood back, and my horns are exposed to the night. The others will finally see my shattered horn, my disgrace, but it’s the furthest thing from my mind now.
A beautiful woman spreads herself below me on a silver platter, and it’s all I can do to resist the urge to sink my teeth into her neck.
Ivy caresses the base of my injured horn, and a shiver courses right through me. She smiles mischievously. “Are you sensitive there?”
I meet her hooded eyes, giving her a surreptitious nod, and the wicked creature does the exact same thing again, running her fingers between the grooves this time.
A strangled sound wrestles free of my throat, and she finally moves her fingers away from my horn, biting her lower lip. “So hard…”
She needs to be careful talking like that. I’m already having a hard enough time as it is keeping my wits about me, yet she has to go and make a goddamn euphemism about my fucking horn.
Besides, it's my turn now. Time to torture her…
I brush my claw along her body, starting from her head as I make my way to her navel, and she leans into my touch.
When my claw snags her top lip, she gasps, arching her back off the grass.
I didn’t mean to cut her there, and I need to be more careful with these claws of mine; it looks like I nicked the skin beneath her nose as a bead of blood gathers.
Yet my claws unfurl, desperate for more, and I suck in a breath, getting my shit together as I lean forward, licking the wound with my tongue as I taste her blood.
She groans, arching further. I can hear the rapid pulse of her heartbeat, and she’s finally ready.
Nestling my hand behind her head, I gaze into her sea-green eyes, appreciating how those starbursts glow when she wears the glamour.
Her fingers splay across my pounding heart, and she trails them down my chest, stopping above my breeches.
I raise a brow. “You sure, Ivy?”
She grabs my cheek, massaging my skin with her thumb. “I’ve never been surer of anything.”
My heart drums against my ribs, yet I still can’t shake the feeling that I’m taking advantage. I cup her sweet, heart-shaped face with my hands, making sure my claws stay unsheathed this time. “It will hurt.”
Fear shines in her big eyes, and I start pushing away, giving her back her space. But then she drags me back, whispering hotly against my lips, “I’m not afraid, Tegwyn. I will never be afraid of you…”
Honeyed pleasure trickles through my veins at the sound of her heartfelt declaration, and now my vision blurs as she becomes my sole focus.
Her mind is set.
I will be fucking her beneath the stars of the longest night of the year.
Ivy
Luminous eyes of molten gold are all I can see, and soon it’s just me and Tegwyn, the festival and the revellers all forgotten.
Mama once told me that I shouldn’t lie with a man unless I was absolutely certain that I loved him and that he loved me in return, but I feel Tegwyn’s love with every beat of my heart.
Tegwyn will be my first, the furthest thing from a man that I have ever met, yet he’s all mine, and I wouldn’t have him any other way.
Once again, he rakes his devilish claw across my skin, and I sigh beneath his careful ministrations, wishing that his claws were all over me. I want them tearing off my clothes, exposing me to the elements.
Heat blossoms throughout my body, pooling between my legs, and I grind my hips, eager for his caress.
A growl vibrates in his throat, but I push him further, yearning for his friction.
His eyes burn like stars, stealing the very light from the night sky, and it’s those gleaming eyes that scorch my soul, leaving me wanting, waiting…
My core thumps in time with my heartbeat, and I tug him closer, pressing my cheek against his. I mark him with my scent, savouring the coarse sensation of his skin on mine. I want that gritty texture inside me.
“A word of warning, Ivy…I’m far from gentle,” he rasps, catching his breath.
I thread my fingers through his russet hair, meeting his lips with a soft kiss. “Is that a promise?”
His eyes erupt like flames, and I no longer see the slits of his pupils. “Yes...”
I smirk. “Then ruin me.”
Suddenly, he’s upon me, his teeth hovering mere inches from my throat, and for a few torturous seconds, he does nothing.
But when his pained gaze finds mine again, it comes to my attention that he’s torn.
With a gentle coaxing of my fingers, I run them down his cheek, and he narrows his eyes, brushing his hand along my thigh.
My dress crumples with the movement, and soon I’m exposed to the air. He finds my opening, stroking his finger along my seam, and my body shudders, relishing his touch. When he brings his hand back up, gloved fingers glistening with my arousal, his dark expression says it all.
He’s ready.
And so am I.
Suddenly, he’s dragging me along the grass, aligning our bodies, and then he frees his length, brushing himself against my opening.
His heat brands my skin, and I wrap my arms around his neck, keeping him close so I can feel his heartbeat.
Tegwyn edges in slowly, and a sharp pain splinters right down my middle, taking me by surprise.
I grit my teeth, bracing against the pain. When he spies the discomfort on my face, he presses a kiss between my eyes, banishing my worry lines.
“The hard part is over. But I’ll stop if you want me to.”
“No,” I pant, keeping my arms locked around his neck. “I…I want this…”
He swallows. “All right.”
So, he pushes further, stretching me around him, and I squeeze my eyes shut as I wait to adjust. Soon, he’s fully sheathed inside me, claws gripping at the sweet earth as he becomes delirious with lust.
When I reach for his horn, he seizes my wrist, laying it down on the grass beside me. “For…for the best. I’m already hanging on by a delicate thread,” he pants.
A shame: I love how his horns feel beneath my fingers. They’re enticing and hard as rocks.
His eyes flash, and then he cocks his head, resembling a predator. “You’ve really no idea how much I’m holding back, Ivy... How much I want to fuck you into the dirt...”
I know it’s best not to provoke the beast, but I can’t help it when I breathe, “Then bury me six feet deep.”
An unnatural stillness befalls him, and his eyes lose all focus. And then before I know it, he’s flipping us around, and now I’m the one on top, gazing down into his heated eyes.
His claws grip my ass, puncturing the skin deep, and I arch into his touch. When he flexes inside me, angling his hips at just the right position, I breathe faster, swallowing up his last few inches, and it’s better this way…
Much better.
He smirks beneath me, his golden eyes branding my soul. “Fuck me, Ivy. Fuck me six feet deep.”
His crude words echo inside my drunken mind like a bell, and finally, I thrust. He claws at my hips, prompting another deep moan of pleasure from my lungs.
I don’t stop, rolling my hips over and over as I chase my release. My legs shake, so I plant my feet onto the grass, using them for momentum.
Lights dance in my peripheral vision, but I won’t stop until I reach that glorious peak.
Tegwyn guides my thrusts, and if my eyes deceive me, he’s glowing... His power thrums right through me, lighting up at the base of my spine, and with one final push, I explode like a newborn star.
Magic surges through me, and when I toss my head back, I spy the veins of each leaf high in the trees.
And as I rock faster, sweat dripping down the groove of my spine, his magic swells, and I hear the wind whistling between the blades of grass at my feet.
I’m drawing strength from his magic, and it lights up every nerve in my body. I spy new colours, ones naked to my eyes before, and they twist and spin like a kaleidoscope, sending my mind into a spiral.
Tegwyn has given me the gift of faerie sight, and it’s more than I can take. I see and hear the world as he does now, and I can even hear the solid thump of his heart.
Soon, I clench around him, screaming once his magic reaches its final crescendo.
Tegwyn digs his claws in deep, yet he doesn’t wound me this time.
His magic heals me instantly, and that’s the moment he finally lets go, spilling his seed as he finds his release.
He sits up, pressing me flush to his chest as he slams hard into my hips, and then he crests for a second time.
I teeter over the edge after him, meeting his thrusts with a cry of my own.
I still see the world through his magic, and when I catch sight of my reflection inside his eyes, I do a double-take.
I’m glowing.
We don’t move for some time, too lost in each other’s embrace. We remain locked at the hip, even when he lays me down onto the wet grass, holding me close to his warm chest.
And as the night wears on, and his magic slowly ebbs from my system, I fall asleep to his soothing purr.