“I love you too.”
He stopped any more conversation by sinking himself further into her, rocking his hips in and out in a steady rhythm. His hand found her nub and he caressed her until her body quaked beneath him. Then he found his own release as she called out his name.
Bringing himself next to her, Jake tucked Coral against his chest, spooning her from behind, both too exhausted from the eventful day and night to do more than sleep.
CHAPTER 22
CADE
Cade woke with Faye’s twin moons cupped in his hands, his cock stiff under her thigh. Her slender form lay on top of his body, her head nestled against his shoulder. He inhaled her scent.
Mine.
He hardly believed it.
The night before when he’d heard she’d been off fighting the sea witch, he’d turned wolf on the spot, shredding his clothes and tearing out to “rescue” her. But his little fairy had handled herself like a champion, wand in air, magick lighting up her entire body so it glowed. He’d loved seeing her excitement and growing confidence in her abilities.
And foolish though it may be, he felt a fierce pride in knowing he had been the one to ignite her powers. He’d been her first, the one she chose despite her fears of losing everything. He squeezed her gorgeous buns and she rolled her pelvis over his, lifting her head.
He groaned, his cock aching. Her face broke into a wicked, knowing smile, pushing her torso up and wigglingher ass over his cock. He marveled at her confidence—the girl who had never had sex before yesterday seemed quite sure of herself now. As if reading his thoughts, she leaned forward, eyelids at half-mast, and wrapped her slender hands around each bicep, as if holding him down.
He grinned. “Are you dominating me?”
“Mmm-hmm. Do you like it?”
He popped his hips into the air, bucking her. “Show me what you got, little fairy.”
“I’ll show you.” Her voice dripped with honey. She shocked him by lifting her hips and sitting right on his cock without preamble, managing to slide it inside her with no hands.
“Oh, fate!” he growled.
“Uh-huh.” She rocked her hot sex over his cock. “You like that?”
“Yes!” he gasped. He wanted to grab her and take charge, yank her hips back and forth while he thrust up into her, but he enjoyed her sex kitten act too much to interrupt.
She continued rocking, lifting her breasts in the air, her long waves falling back. He closed his eyes, tempering his breath, trying to enjoy the sensations without demanding more. Faye shifted her pace, discovering a forward and backward glide. It must have provided stimulation on her clit because she dug her fingernails into his arms, picking up her speed to frenzied motion, a pre-orgasmic look of panic showing on her face. He grasped her hips to help, urging her on until she threw both arms in the air and the bed lifted off the ground while she shuddered around him.
She flopped back down on his chest. “Did you?—?”
“Not yet,” he said.
“Oh, well.” She lifted her head, looking confused. “Um…”
He grinned. “Don’t worry. I’ll take it when I want it. Or have you forgotten?”
She nuzzled against him. “Forgotten what?” There was a contented purr in her voice.
“Forgotten you belong to me?”
She shook her hair out of her face and peered at him. “So how exactly does this work? Are we… like, married? Or I’m your girlfriend now? Or what?”
He rolled their bodies together so he lay on top, pinning her beneath him. “You’re my everything. My mate, my lover, my girlfriend, my wife, my slave…”
She bit his arm at the last word. “So am I moving in with you?”
He grinned. “Yeah, you’re moving in. And since you owe me that three thousand dollars, I figure you can spend three thousand days and nights as my slave. After that, it’s negotiable.”
“Three thousand days!” she protested, wriggling beneath him as if she could wrestle him off. “No way! Maybe three thousand hours.Maybe.”
