He began to slowly grind his hips against mine since the knot held his cock deep. Helpless to the ecstasy setting my body aflame, I hooked my heels at the back of his thick thighs and ground with him, chasing the pleasure that was sending me toward a second climax.
My fangs descended, the urge to sink them into his flesh an urgent compulsion. But I wasn’t sure if the naiad Zella had lied to me. What if it was poison? What if I was the monster my parents always said I was? I held back from that darker desire.
“Gods, save me,” I whispered, climbing higher and higher until that second orgasm ripped through me.
He rumbled a deep growl, his cock pulsing again, releasing a flood of his seed, allowing him to pump in and out again. His cock slid on a slick glide as his orgasm lasted longer than mine, a wet mess between my thighs when he was done.
I didn’t know what to think or say, for this wasn’t at all what I’d thought would happen. He stared down at me, holding his weight above me, sliding his cock out though I felt it heavy on the inside of my thigh.
“So,” I swallowed hard, “this means you are keeping me with the clan…even beyond winter?”
His stare reached into my very soul, those beastly eyes more serious than I’d ever seen them.
“This means I’m keeping you for always, Jessamine. Until death.” He squeezed my nape gently where he still cupped it. “Even if you leave me, I’ll follow. I’ll be helpless to it.”
Frowning, I asked, “Helpless? So the gods tell you to do something and now you’re doomed with a skald fae you never wanted?”
He chuckled and reached between my thighs, placing his hand over my mound, sodden with his seed. I jumped.
“I believe this proves I wanted you before the gods told me you were mine.” He gently slid the pad of one finger through the slick of my folds.
I moaned, my clit sensitive but a shiver of pleasure sliding through me anyway.
“So sensitive, is my mate.” He grinned, his fangs sharp.
“Stop teasing me.” I pushed his hand away.
He rolled onto his back and stood, laughing under his breath. I watched him, admiring his muscled buttocks, his tail swishing as he dipped the towel into the water and returned. He knelt beside me.
“Open your thighs, darling.”
While I was still embarrassed by his teasing, I opened them, helpless but to obey.
Helpless.
What were the gods thinking binding us together? His clan wouldn’t like it, even if he said he didn’t care.
Then he tenderly wiped between my thighs, thawing my heart further to him. He frowned.
“What is it?”
“There’s a bit of blood. More than I realized.”
“That happens for virgins.”
He arched a brow at me. “I’m aware.” He returned his attention back, gently dabbing at my sore flesh before he closed my thighs and tossed the towel aside. “I don’t like it.”
“Is Lord Redvyr squeamish at the sight of blood?” I teased.
He pulled a fur over both of us, hauling me against his chest. “I simply don’t like seeing your blood. It makes me angry.”
I soothed a hand down his chest until I heard that pleasing purr in his chest.
“I’m fine. More than fine.”
Pressing his mouth to the crown of my head, he whispered, “Truly? This doesn’t frighten you?”
“Oh, no. I’m absolutely terrified.” I turned my face up to his. “But as long as you’re with me, I’ll be fine.”
