Suddenly, I’m flying backwards. Mabon has turned around and is tackling me to the ground. I land on my back with him on top of me. His lips slam over mine.
He is kissing me. Ferociously. Passionately. Hungrily.
My body responds to his, and I kiss him back with need and longing. I want to consume him. I crave him. I yearn to meld our bodies together until we exist as one being.
Distantly, I hear the rumble of thunder. We should probably move into the tent, but that seems like an insurmountable task. It would mean pulling away from Mabon. Untwining our bodies. That would be awful. Unthinkable. Even if it were only for a few moments.
I never want to be apart from him. Ever. I don’t understand how he has come to mean so much to me, but he has. I’ve never felt this way about anyone. I didn’t know it was possible.
Mabon makes a soft noise that sinks into my soul. His hands go to the waistband of my jeans and he yanks them down, along with my underwear. My cock bounces free.
Another rumble of thunder rolls across the sky, followed by a flash of lightning.
Mabon continues to kiss me. My world stutters and scatters. Perception drifts. Everything is pleasure and profound joy. Images register in my mind in static bursts.
My top being pushed up to reveal my stomach and chest. My trousers being pulled further down my legs. My nipples pebbling from Mabon’s fleeting caress.
Mabon removing his clothes. Mabon pouring the last of the bath oil over my cock. Mabon getting into position over me.
My hands resting on his smooth thighs. My cock disappearing between Mabon’s legs as he slowly lowers himself onto me. My stomach muscles clenching.
Time stops and rearranges itself. It thrusts me back into the moment. Awareness encompasses me.
Euphoria floods every part of my being. Mabon is tight and hot around me and oh so soft. He feels incredible. He sinks all the way down until he has all of me.
His eyes are wide and dark. He is magnificence incarnate. He smiles down at me, showing me his dimples.
Then he rides.
Exquisite rolling movements like a belly dancer. A rocking of his hips. An undulation. A manifestation of carnality and primal bliss.
My body is on fire. He has turned me into a quivering pile of flesh and lust and desire. And it feels like heaven. As if I have ascended to a higher plane.
I look up at him in awe.
The dark night sky behind him lights up, turning him into a dark silhouette, complete with horns and glowing eyes. Raindrops are falling. Big, fat, heavy ones. Cooling against my heated skin.
His hands lift up to his hair as he continues to fuck my brains out. He pulls out one hair clip. And then another. And another. And then the very last one.
Lightning streaks across the night sky. Illuminating the dark and heavy clouds. A background of celestial fury as Mabon shakes his hair free.
All his long, glorious hair tumbles down. The soft tips of it brush over my stomach and thighs.
It is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.
And as dumb as I am, I understand the significance of it. It is no small thing for a fey to do. It is powerful and potent. A demonstration of trust. A thing hardly anyone ever gets to see. It is intimate and sacred and oh so special. A privilege and a blessing.
Mabon unbound his hair for me.
Chapter thirty-nine
“There is no more wild,” says Mabon. “It’s all humany from now on.”
He gestures at the urban landscape before us. Once we walk down this hill, there is nothing but concrete jungle. The very outskirts of London.
We’ve reached the end of Epping Forest, but it is a good fifteen miles to Buckingham Palace, and every inch is a city street.
“It will be fine,” I say confidently as I take Mabon’s hand and stride forward.
