“That’s right, my little light fae. Your cunt is hungry for me now.”
He slid out to the tip and pumped back in, the sting still there but less. I whimpered, half pain, half pleasure. Then he really started fucking me, his hips pumping hard and deep, his cock filling me up. He groaned with pleasure, wild in his thrusting.
With blinding speed, he gripped my hips and rolled to his back. I straddled him, his cock still inside me, and braced my arms on his chest.
“You set the pace now. I’m afraid I’ll break you.”
I wasn’t going to admit that, while he was ferocious in his fucking, the pain was bringing me to ecstasy. Instead, I did what he told me to do and set the pace.
Reaching up to hold his larger two horns, I rolled my hips, my mouth falling open when his cock stroked a pleasure spot inside me. His grin made me smile as I continued to ride him, speeding up with each downward stroke.
I admired his body, even the thicker hair that lined his forearms and the line from his navel to the bed of hair at his cock. He wasn’t like the fair-skinned, hairless men of the light fae. He wasn’t civilized or tame or properly groomed like themales of my kind. And yet, he was the most beautiful male I’d ever seen.
He planted his feet wide, his clawed hands gripping my hips, helping me fuck him from above.
“How’s that, my princess? Does that feel good?”
“Yes.” I arched my back and he bent upward to suck my nipple. My sex clenched. “Gods yes.”
Suddenly, he fell backward, arching his neck, his horns tearing into the furs. I braced my hands on his chest as he thrust upward, deep, and held himself there.
His groan was feral and wild as his seed emptied inside me. His cock pulsed hard. I held still, in complete wonder at the intimate sensation.
Then something began to happen. A tingle along my skin provoked my magick. My skin began to glow. Rather than diminish, his cock swelled further, especially close to the base.
“Gods, what’s happening?” My voice shook with panic.
When I tried to lift off of him, his fingers curled, his claws pinching but not breaking the skin at my hips. His closed eyes opened, that fiery gaze more fierce than I’d ever seen it. With gentleness, he rolled us until I was beneath him again, and he was still seated between my open thighs, his cock deep.
The intensity of his expression almost scared me. He used one hand to slide a damp lock of my hair off my cheek.
“I did not think the gods would do such a thing.” His voice was deep, serious, dangerous.
“What have they done?”
His hand slid into my hair until he cupped the back of my skull. “They have given you to me.”
His cock swelled more until I felt that sting of my virgin pain again. “Ow,” I cried, a tear slipping from my eyes.
“No, darling.” He swept his lips where the tear had fallen, kissing my cheek, whispering against my skin. “This pain will turn into pleasure. For it is a gift to us.”
“What do you mean?” I asked, crying now, for there was an overwhelming emotion sweeping through me that I didn’t understand.
“What you’re feeling is called knotting. It happens only between beast fae male,” he lifted his head to look me in the eyes, “and his gods-given mate.”
“What?” I scoffed. “That makes no sense.”
“You are angry at the gods? For giving you to a monstrous beast fae?”
“No, you idiot. I’ve simply never heard of such a thing. Tessa even told me no beast fae lord has ever bound himself to a light fae.”
“They haven’t. But the gods have done this, and that means only one thing, Jessamine.” His voice still verged on threatening, all while he soothed me with brushes of his lips along my jaw and throat.
“What does it mean?” I arched my throat, giving him better access.
“You are mine,” he growled. “And no one is going to take you away from me.”
It was a promise and a threat.
