With a sharp inhale, I arched into his devilish torment. The Dark Fae was criminally good with his tongue. Every stroke was exactly what I needed. Everything he did scratched that deep itch that manifested out of nowhere.
The tension was already near its breaking point, but it was his persistent words of awe and worship that sent me over the edge.I came harder than I’d been prepared for. So hard something wet rushed out of me and coated his face.
The sweltering heat that consumed my body was abated for a brief moment, and the reality of what I’d just done came rushing back in.
“Shit,” I cursed, sitting up with Cash still between my thighs. “What the fuck am I doing?”
Purple eyes caught on mine before Cash’s face was at eye level and I was already settled on his lap. “What’s natural to us Fae, love.” I’d barely been given time to process I was on his lap before he entered me, his pants now wherever mine had disappeared to. “Just let me take care of you. Blame it on the Season, but right now, your body needs mine.”
Chapter 3
Thank the Bloody Season
Cassius
Thank the bloody Season! My darling girl chose me. Well, her Fae blood had. But that was no matter. A partner wasn’t chosen by chance. They were a physical and magical match in every sense of the word. Had it not been for the devil darkening her doorstep, I might’ve enjoyed the moment more.
Unfortunately, time was not on our side.
No location was safe against someone as powerful as Lyra, not without the proper magical intervention. And that required favors I’d waited to call on. Favors I wasn’t sure had survived all these years I’d been away from the realm. The Nether wasn’t an easy place to roam for the ones I’d garnered favors from.
“Oh fuck, Cash!” V gasped. “Why are you so fucking huge? How does that even make sense?”
I huffed a laughing breath into the crevice of her neck, overcome by the tightness and heat of a woman who’d plagued my dreams for months. Since meeting her if I was being absolutely honest. Having her like this was positively obscene, but I’d relish the moment.
Any way I could have her, I would.
It’d been quite a time since I’d been under a seasonal spell, and never like this. Depending on the connection, satisfying it varied. Ours was stronger than I could’ve ever hoped or imagined. No matter how much I did in this bed, it wouldn’t satisfy it for longer than a day or two. Rather untimely, but I’d sell my soul for any excuse to have V in my arms, moaning her pleasure, accepting everything I gave her.
I’d dreamt about a moment like this. I never once considered exploring it through the Season. It’d risk too much to have her here in the Fae realm, but even more so, I never once thought we’d be a match for it. Now it was only death that would take me from her side.
Because it wasn’t just her body I claimed today, it was a place by her side now and forever. Some deep part of her recognized me as a perfect match. I only had to wait for her head and heart to understand what her body and magic already knew. She didn’t know it, but the Season was often how Fae found their mates.
My eyes caught on the mark glowing an elusive lavender on her neck. Every Fae had a rune their magic formed. The purple symbol that appeared on her skin was mine, and I’d have one to match.
Hers.
Thank the bloody fucking Season and all it’d already given me.
The fiery beauty on my lap pressed her chest into mine as she sunk deeper onto my cock. Her soft curves melded with my firm ones. Her pretty little mouth opened to curse me—breathless whispers that stroked my cock like her tight cunt already was.
I shuddered and held back the urge to drive in deeper and take her the way I’d always dreamed of doing. Spear the pretty Hunter on my length and make every bit of her body sing my praises. It was bloody maddening how good it felt to finally beinside her. A dream, really. Nothing compared to the pleasure of having someone you’d been sure you’d never get.
Her breath caught, then her mouth formed a seductive ‘o’. Her gasps and heady moans were in my ear, pressing me on. Asking for more. Begging for it in a way only she could. When my hands settled on her hips, guiding her waist into a downward roll, she clung to my back like she was terrified she’d fall into ruin at any moment. I’d never let her, even with the Season’s heat warping my usually clever mind.
V was mine, and I’d treat her right.
Unlike those blasted barbarians.
Trouble was, the only way I’d satisfy this vixen was likely a few rounds of rough and overly thorough shagging. Not exactly how I saw our first time together, but what was a man to do when his dove needed him? Nothing would satiate the heat but this. I might be a self-serving bastard, but even I didn’t want the first night we shared together to be wrought with regrets.
I had to appeal to my dove in every way I could.
I was hers to command.
V’s fingers swept my hair back before grasping handfuls. “Don’t stop,” she whispered, weak to the Season in a way I couldn’t be.
Even as the stimulation of her tight hold on my cock threatened to do things no one had in the thousands of years I’d lived, I couldn’t lose all sense and reason. I needed to stay in control to ensure my dove was well cared for, her every need met. I’d never make this about me. All that mattered was her.
