“The same.” My answer is immediate, and it rinses the doubt from his face. “Why didn’t you seek me out again? Or was that you, slinking into my room over the years and fondling my bedsheets?”
His astonishment is genuine, but so is his smirk. “Are you saying the wind visited you? Indeed, that was me, but I had no idea it was you. Don’t glower like that—allow me to explain. Through the wind, I’ve antagonized numerous mortals, sneaking into homes and disturbing the peace. Rest assured, it was solely to petrify the mortals with illusions and glamour. However, it was never to force my body on them.”
I nod, though Cerulean hadn’t needed to say so. Faeries may dabble in enticements, but the Fables say his kind are rarely sexually tempted by mortals. Even if they were, I know he’d never do that to someone, human or not.
“Call it a coincidence, but it seems you were one of my targets,” Cerulean says. “I can’t see whom the wind makes contact with. Rather, I feel its progress and direct its trajectory toward their aura. I’ve done it so often, I wasn’t able to place you when we reunited. In any event, if I had known it was you, the mortal girl from my childhood, I wouldn’t have intruded.
“Or perhaps I would have, merely to tuck you in. It’s fortunate I remained unaware, or I might have grown obsessed and forsaken my duties. You have that power over me.” His features lift into a naughty grin. “However, my visit to your guest chamber last night is another Fable. I knew precisely what I was doing. Am I right to suppose you enjoyed my antics?”
“You know the answer to that,” I say. “You knew how I’d respond. Otherwise, you wouldn’t have tried.”
Though I’m not sure how to feel about being his exception, other than guilt and anger at him for assuming it’s fine and dandy to plague humans. Nonetheless, he was always my exception, too.
And tonight…well, maybe tonight is our exception. There’s so much to say, and if we start, we won’t stop. But we’re greedy, and we’re traitors to our people, because this night’s too special to muck up. We’re so damn happy, and we might not get another shot at this. I sense Cerulean thinking the same thing.
From one of the park levels, an avian draws out its mating call. The song brings another thought to my mind. “Have you brought other Fae here? Other males or females?”
He feigns a pout. “I could inquire likewise.”
“Go right ahead. I’ve got me some stories.”
“Mutinous human. I’d rather not hear tales of your exploits, unless you’d prefer me to fuck you again, ravenously and enviously?”
“That a trick question?”
He laughs, the sound a wind chime flittering into the night. “I’ve warmed a myriad of beds and a myriad of bodies, but I’ve never brought another Fae here.” His nose grazes mine. “This is ours.”
My shoulders relax. This tower and its wildlife park are ours.
But they aren’t ours. Not forever.
Cerulean cups my jaw and scours my features. “Such upheaval on that precious face. What can I do to remove it? Hmm?”
As an offering, he grinds his hips between my thighs. I sigh, remembering that he’s still lodged inside me. And still…
I gasp. “You’re hard.”
His smirk deepens. “I’m a Fae.”
He can last this long? Now that’s plain unfair. Seems mortals got cheated there, but I’m not gonna complain. Nevertheless, I’m too sore for a victory lap.
“I’m a human,” I remind him.
An intimate chuckle rumbles from his torso. Cerulean drags his fingers down to my belly, which gurgles under his palm. “That human is hungry.”
“Which is your fault, by the way. You kept me busy, and my appetite waits for nobody.”
“Then do not move.”
He holds my gaze while sliding out his cock. It’s an evocative moment, each of us concentrating on the movement, as if it warrants the same attention as when he first thrust into me. The beginning and ending of our first time together.
Immediately, I feel the void of him. Miffed, I wiggle atop the pillow moss, searching for a comfortable spot. Cerulean backs up, enjoying the sight before he turns, offering an unobstructed view of his perky ass. Below my navel, all the good parts clench. Fables have mercy, that’s one magical tush. The indentations contract as he voyages down a path and vanishes into the shrubbery.
I could hoot. I’ve just watched a buck-naked Fae saunter into the green.
Leaning on my palms, I crane my head and close my eyes. The park reverberates around me, leaves knocking together, grass shivering. From the underbrush, the resident canary tweets its lullaby, and the antelope grunts. Without a stitch of clothing, I feel a mightier kinship with this setting. Feral, wild—a native overgrowth of limbs and arms, the Middle Moon’s sheen leaking through the canopy and landing on my skin.
I shouldn’t be able to hear him approach, but I do. His agile feet skate through the lawn, then halt close by. My flesh pebbles as his sharp intake tickles my ear. “Look at you, my mutinous one. Untamed, uninhibited, uncovered.”
