“Fates,” I cried out as he stretched me wide, burning in a way that only added to the pleasure streaking through my body.
He stilled, waiting for me to adjust to him.“Breathe.”
I sucked in a sharp breath before letting out slowly. “I am. I’m okay. Please move.”
“Whatever you want. This is your dream, too, you know.” He started to move, rocking up into me hard.
“Yours, too,” I moaned. My head fell back as I looked at the night sky.
“Youaremy dream.” He fucked me harder as I gripped his shoulders.
His grunts made arousal seep out of me, and the way he continued filling me up with every thrust built the pressure inside of me more and more. I mumbled incoherent things to the stars as he slammed into me, not giving me a chance to ride him.
Instead, he continued thrusting up, fast and hard. We moaned together. He pulled me down onto him, controlling the way I was moving, and I let him. His hips moved up, pushing into me desperately.
My fingernails dug into his shoulders as I started to tremble from the pleasure. “Reed, Fates. You feel so good.”
“You feel even better,” he promised as my clit slapped against his pelvis as he bottomed out over and over again.
Ecstasy rippled through me, and Reed moaned as our matebond lit up with the pleasure until I couldn’t stand it anymore.
I writhed and quaked in his arms before I shattered on top of him, waves of ecstasy flooding me as he followed suit.
The moment his claws dug into my hips, he gave one last thrust, and I felt him spill into me.
Our bodies were slick with sweat as we clung to each other on top of that ferris wheel that was frozen in time.
He didn’t look at me the way the male protagonist looked at the female protagonist from the romance book we shared. Instead, he looked at me with something more. The raw love and devotion in his violet eyes could only be described as desperate and all-consuming. It was a feeling only a fated mate could have for another supernatural.
“I love you,” I rasped, feeling my throat swell with desire.
He leaned in and pressed his lips between my breasts. “I love you, too,” he whispered against my skin. “When this is over, I’ll take you to a real fair. I promise.”
A smile ghosted my lips as I collapsed on top of him, pulling him closer and pushing him deeper, letting the moment stretch infinitely between us.
For now, this dream was enough.
39
SKEL
My fae pipe lay discarded in the bottom drawer of the dresser, buried beneath a pile of my clothes—the same fae pipe that had been stolen by Sybil Shaw months ago.
I wrapped my fingers around the smooth, familiar shape, but the world tilted as I pulled it out.
Fates, it had been so fucking long since I’d even thought about it.
The breath left my lungs in a sharp exhale. I held it in the dim light of our room, and my hand shook as I looked in the drawer again.
There was a scrap of paper beneath where I’d pulled my pipe out. The words that were scrawled on it curled through me like smoke, taunting, digging into the spaces of my soul that used to be filled with dark magic but now pulsed with the love and magical essence of my mate.
You weren’t even worth infecting.
—Sybil.
My jaw clenched. I hadn’t needed that fucking pipe in forever. Ididn’tneed it anymore—but that witch knew just how to reach into the rot of my past and scrape at the bones of my past addiction.
I turned the pipe over in my hand. It was just a tool. A useless, meaningless thing. Still, I couldn’t shake away the sadness that crawled up my throat. I remembered the weight of it in my palm, the way it had felt like salvation back then.
