I walked over to him and reached out, trailing my finger over a long-jagged scar on his forearm. It was smoother than I expected. I could feel myself tingle at the contact, wanting to connect to more of him. “Of course, they don’t. They’re kind of cool looking. Do you remember how you got each scar?”
Daniel shivered slightly, his head still lowered. He wrapped his hand around my wrist, stopping me from tracing another scar. “I try to forget.”
I could understand that. I still wanted to run my tongue over every inch of his chest and see him squirm, though.
“So, you still hate me?” he said in a voice so bass-heavy I felt myself perfume at the sound.
He smiled, tilting his head back to inhale my flowering scent, long white hair falling further down his back. He growled in response, and there I went again, my slick destroying my panties. I should start wearing pads.
I adjusted my stance, stepping away so that I could get out of this fog of lust, but my body was already in meltdown. “I don’t hate you. I just think you’re arrogant.”
He chuckled, and his laugh made my stomach clench. “I can’t argue with you there.” He took a step toward me. “Let me show you another side of me.”
The way he said it made me think he meant something sexual, and I didn’t want to fall into that with him. He seemed like the type of guy who would use sex or food to entice a woman. Well, it wasn’t going to work on me. I think.
Maybe it might.
“That’s okay.” I turned and ran off to my room, closing the door behind me like I was being chased by hounds. I could not have him near me tonight. I was feeling very much not myself again. Or maybe this was the new me. Like an animal in heat. Why did I even wear underwear anymore? Seriously, would tampons work?
I soon heard a knock at my door as I sat on my bed. “I’m asleep.”
I heard Daniel laugh behind my door. “You can’t possibly fall asleep that fast. I’m opening the door, okay?”
I grabbed the nearest pillow and pulled it to me because the pillow would make me less horny, obviously. “Fine.”
Daniel opened the door and walked in, still in his real form. “Why are you hiding from me, princess? Are you sure my appearance doesn’t frighten you?”
Frighten me? Didn’t he know I was about to toss these soaking wet panties at him and command him to go down town? I was stressed. “No, I just had to go away.”
Daniel raised a brow and smiled, his fangs peeking over his lower lip. His fae blue eyes twinkled in an unnatural glow. “I think I know what’s happening, and I can help you.”
He could help himself right out my door before I climbed him like a ladder. I gritted my teeth at the very thought. I would melt. I would become a whole entire puddle if Daniel laid a hand on me. I would come undone, never to recover. I could barely remember my name. Bobbie? Brenda? What was happening? I should call 911.
“I don’t have to touch you.”
I narrowed my eyes. Was he reading my mind, or was my face that obvious? And how the hell could he get me off without touching me? He was sexy in both his forms, but I wasn’t going to orgasm just by looking at him. At least, I didn’t think I would. That would be an interesting turn of events if that happened.
“How, how would that work?” I asked in a stuttering whisper. Damn, my voice was leaving me too? This was bordering on disrespectful.
His eyes lowered, and suddenly, I felt my nipples tingle against the fabric of my bra. I sucked in another breath. It felt like an invisible person was licking at my nipples. It was so real, I had to touch my chest. Just as I knew, there was no invisible man there.
I threw my head back as the licking turned to gentle sucking. My core buzzed, and I continued to leak slickness down my thighs at the invisible mouth on my breast. This had to be his doing. He was using some kind of faerie magic on me. I glared at him, practically panting. I think I could come right now just with this magic, but I was putting on a show for him, and I was more than slightly mortified. He, on the other hand, looked way too satisfied with himself. If he thought he was the only one who could use magic, he had another thing coming.
Of course, I’d have to keep my faculties to use my power against him, and that was kind of hard to do with him continuing his magical ministrations on my breast. I bit my lip and closed my eyes. In my mind, I pictured what I thought his penis looked like. I was probably far off because who knew what a faerie penis looked like, but I was super curious to find out one day. I laced my magic around that vision, it didn’t have to be accurate. I swirled my power around his member until I heard him whisper a curse.
I opened my eyes and was pleased to see Daniel sliding halfway down the wall, the top of his slacks poking forward in front of him where his penis was now erect. He cut his eyes at me. “You,” was all he managed to say.
I smirked. “Two can play that game.”
He growled in response, and a flutter of pleasure flicked over my clit, sending my back to the bed. I spread my legs and moaned as my body pulsated with ongoing ecstasy. I was drenched through my panties, and I was sure it looked like I wet myself. However, I didn’t care, I just wanted to come. I needed to come.
“Yes, perfume for me, princess,” Daniel said in a tight voice.
I lifted a hand and pushed my magic over his member. He arched his back and dropped his mouth open, sliding the rest of the way to the carpeted floor. I really wanted to unzip his slacks and pull down his pants. I needed to see him, but I didn’t want to cross that line.
He leaned forward, groaning. I’d made it so it felt like he was getting an incredible blow job. “Princess, you’re killing me. I want to feel you. Want to taste you.”
“Too bad,” I croaked out through my own pleasure. Whatever he was doing had slipped inside me, pressing against my g-spot. My thighs began to tremble with the heat of pleasure. The intensity was building, threatening to send me over. But I didn’t want to come before him. I wanted to see him explode. I wanted to see his face.
