“Just my feelings.” His serene smile didn’t waver. “Tell me what I can do for you.”
Stone smirked. He didn’t even think about it. It was such second nature when he was with Lysander. He made the world and all Stone’s problems vanish with a single question.
A smile exploded across Lysander’s sexy face. “There you are.”
Stone felt stronger by the minute. His fangs itched. There was a hunger growing bigger inside him the more he sat with Lysander. The need to claim his mate drowned out everything else. With a light tug, he had Lysander’s robe falling open. His gaze slid down Lysander’s flawless body. His light brown skin glistened with a hint of glitter.
With the sight of Lysander’s body hypnotizing him, Stone’s thoughts turned into words. “I’ve never met anyone sexier. You captivated me the moment I looked up into that tree. My little dewdrop, precariously balanced on a branch. All I had to do was raise my arms, and you were in my grasp.” He held Lysander’s stare. “You’re mine. I want more.”
Lysander straddled his body. “Take what you need.”
In one swift motion, Stone had Lysander beneath him. Not only was Lysander light as a feather, Stone was a vampire. Lysander didn’t stand a chance against his strength.
“Maybe, but…” Lysander vanished from beneath him and reappeared straddling his back. Stone’s breath quickened. He buried his face in the mattress. His dick already wept. It was obvious Lysander was in his head. Stone loved it. “… I can make you wet.”
Stone felt the tingle of magic dancing on his asshole. He moaned and leaned into the sensation. Fuck. The curse dragged out inside his mind. There was no one like his mate.
Lysander urged Stone to move his knees. He spread Stone’s ass cheeks. “Yeah. That’s what I want.”
Stone wondered if he would come from Lysander’s words alone. Then Lysander thrust inside him and Stone begged.
“Please? Fuck. I need—” His words died on a strangled cry as Lysander dragged his upper body upward and against his chest, forcing Stone to cling to the top of the headboard to brace himself. The way he moved inside Stone was mesmerizing. His body moved beautifully against him. The moment Lysander’s forearm encircled his throat, Stone broke. He grabbed Lysander’s arm and bit. His heart refused to go another second without joining its other half. Satisfaction roared through him when the sensation of being stitched to Lysander filled his chest. His dick bounced with every hard thrust. Cum shot from him, painting the mattress and his pillow. The soundsthat he made as they shared an orgasm would likely leave an imprint on his brain. There was ecstasy, and then there was this powerful satisfaction that had no name. Reality ceased to exist, yet life felt realer. Then Lysander’s teeth sank into his shoulder. Stone blacked out for a moment. He had never put much stock in finding his true mate. His life had never felt empty. But, dear Goddess, how had he survived without this beautiful thing between them? Stone already knew he would die without it.
Same.
Lysander kept his eyes closed, savoring the sensation of Stone counting each bump of his spine. Steam rose from the water surrounding them.
“You always smell exactly like this place: tropical and irresistible.”
Lysander smiled. Contentment filled him. The hot springs in Faerie hadn’t felt this welcoming in years. He wondered if everything would feel new again when he shared the experience with Stone.
“You smell like Scotland: wild.”
A sexy-sounding chuckle rumbled behind him. “Wild doesn’t sound good. In my experience, wild creatures stink.”
Lysander couldn’t stop smiling as he leaned back against Stone’s chest. “I’m a fairy, born from nature. You smell amazing. Not the least bit stinky.” Lysander chuckled as he added the last.
The air turned serious. Stone’s arms wrapped around him, gently holding him. “How do fairy folk feel about vampires?”
Stone’s worry was right there for Lysander to inspect. “Fairies don’t discriminate. If it’s fuckable, then it’s fair game.” He laughed. “Within reason, of course.”
“Of course.” The heavy laughter in Stone’s voice kept Lysander smiling. Then he felt Stone’s trepidation rise. Lysander couldn’t stop himself from scraping Stone’s mind. His shoulders relaxed. Stone had nothing to worry about. Lysander could easily put all his worries at ease.
“I mostly survive on honeysuckle juice. Sometimes, I still enjoy the full-meal experience. You don’t have to worry about starving me by admitting you don’t want me to turn to anyone else for the sexual energy I need to survive. I’m old. I can go months without feeding.”
That seemed to catch Stone’s attention. “Months? You were on the edge of death just a few days ago.”
He knew Stone could reach inside his mind and take the answers he sought. Lysander wasn’t sure why he didn’t choose to do so. The memories and his feelings attached were right there for the taking.
The Scot was a gorgeous sight roaming through the woods. The Weres’ midnight run took place a few miles away. Lysander didn’t know why Stone hadn’t joined in tonight. From his observations from afar, Stone never held back if he got a chance at someone’s bed.
Stone moved closer to Lysander’s hiding spot. From his experience, anytime anyone wanted to hide, the trees were the place to be. No one ever looked up. Making a liar of him, Stone focused on him like he had known exactly where Lysander had been hiding all along.
Lysander panicked a little. He didn’t want Stone to think he had been stalking him, even though he had. Fairies could rarely resist the scent of a sexual being like Stone. “Who are you?” There. It was like they had truly happened upon each other.
Stone blinked, as if Lysander’s question caught him off guard. “Stone.” The wickedest smile Lysander had ever seen stretched Stone’s lips. “I bet you have a sexy name. One that sounds amazing when moaned.”
A smile exploded across Lysander’s face. “You should find out.” He nearly cackled at Stone’s expression. The vamp had not seen that one coming, apparently.
