He offers me his hand to steady me as I step down into the hot spring. I inhale sharply. The water’s almost too warm, but in that perfect way that sensitizes every inch of my skin.
Luke finds a place to sit, so that only his shoulders and head emerge from the surface. He pulls me onto his lap, and I gasp when I feel his erection, hot and hard against me, a jolt of desire tightening my nipples. The idea of riding him reverse cowgirl fills my mind, and I grind down.
“Hey, now, none of that. That’s not what today’s about.” His hands grip my hips, forcing me to stillness.
“What did you bring me here for if not this?” I twist to look over my shoulder, pouting at him, eyelashes moving a mile a minute. I squirm harder, feeling his cock jump. “You can’t tell me you don’t want me.”
“Hell yeah, I want you. But I promised I’d make today special. I want to show you that I want you for more than just sex, babe.”
The heroine sinks back against him with a little giggle. “That’s so sweet.”
It is.
It’s also really fudging irritating.
I don’t get mad easily, but I feel like I could scream right now. Book-Luke is the only Luke who wants me, and if we break the spell soon, this might be our last chance of being together. So I really,reallywant to have sex. It’s probably a horrible idea that will only lead to more heartbreak when he walks away from me in the real world, but I don’t care. This is now, and I want him too much.
It’s almost a relief when the golden sparkles of my magic surround us.
Until it drops us into the real world.
In midair.
Both stark naked.
CHAPTER THIRTY
Lukendevener
I only have one cock in this form, but it’s so erect it’s clearly pulling all the blood from my brain, stripping away logical thought. It’s the only rational explanation. Otherwise, the book version of Luke is a complete and utter fool. How could anyone hold a naked Skye in his arms and not want to take her, taste her, claim her in every way?
The book’s character wants to show her she’s special? I give an internal snort.
I want to show her she’smine.
My arms tighten around her—this much at least I’m allowed—pulling her decadent softness closer.
My pretty little witch sighs and sinks into my embrace, her lovely thighs parting over mine, her slick core so close to my cock I could roar.
Goddess! Surely this is more than anyone should everbear, even a dragon, the strongest of all fae.
Then her magic covers us in a shower of golden sparks that whirl us away and into the cold air of the real world.
My wings snap open and slap at the air as we begin to fall, my flying magic pulsing outward to pull us to a halt. Skye gasps and gives a full-body shiver, and I flare my fire magic to dry us and heat the surrounding air. In only a few seconds, we hang in midair, warm and stable…
And naked, so very naked, Skye’s deliciously plump ass pressed against my swollen cocks.
We hover over a thick area of forest, not far from my castle. I could fly us there in a handful of minutes and end this now.
She shifts again, her curves teasing everywhere we touch.
“Stop that,” I growl, my voice deep and rough. “I’m barely holding on.” She’ll think I’m a beast for admitting I want to ravish her, but it’s the truth. Never in all my centuries have I been as tempted as I am now.
Skye freezes in my arms, her body locking rigid. “Don’t drop me.”
“Drop you? By the goddess, whyever would I drop you?”
“You said you were having trouble holding me.”
