Pushing his finger to the hilt, he curled it just slightly, and she shattered. It was like a thousand shooting stars streaking across a midnight sky. She cried out, squeezing his wrist, her nails digging into his skin. Her grip on him was so vicious he thought for sure she would draw blood. Gradually she tumbled down from that starlit orgasm and sank into the tub. Her breathing evened and a satisfied smile ghosted across her lips.
Kjeld stood abruptly, turning away from her so she couldn’t see the way his cock was about to rip through the seam of his pants. Without looking back at her, he tossed the towel onto the stool and headed for the door.
“Wh-where are you going?” she called after him.
He couldn’t even give her the benefit of a decent, coherent response. Because if he stayed one minute longer in that fucking cabin, he was going to toss her over the bed and fuck her until she forgot her own name.
“Out,” he snapped, then stalked through the door, yanking it shut behind him.
He wasn’t going far. Just a few paces into the forest. Somewhere to clear his thoughts and ease the tension tangling his muscles so tightly they threatened to snap in half. He stomped over the hard ground, twigs crunching under his bootswhile streaks of moonlight poured in through the treetops, painting the leaves silver. It sparkled, bouncing off the rippling surface of the fresh spring leading to the faerie pool. A large ash tree stood on the edge, its long branches reaching skyward, its roots running deep into the earth.
Kjeld braced his hand against the rough bark of its trunk, unhooked his belt, then popped the top four buttons. Freeing his cock from the confines of his pants, he fisted it without a second thought and started pumping. Fucking his hand was his least favorite activity as he much preferred to be between the legs of a willing female. But he may as well have cursed himself, because now there was only one female he wanted, and she might be willing, but she sure as hell wasn’t ready. Not for him, and definitely not for the sheer size of him.
When he was a human, he’d been fairly well-endowed.
He glanced down—now he was ridiculous.
Squeezing his eyes shut, he grunted, imagining what it would be like to fill Caelian with his cum until it was dripping down her thighs. She would beg him not to stop, just like she’d done in the tub tonight, and he would indulge her. The scent of her would fill him?—
Sweet starflower and a medley of amber and vanilla.
His eyes flew open, latching onto the pair of sapphire ones watching him with a mix of shock and awe.
Caelian stood a few feet from him, barefoot in the woods, wearing nothing but his shirt that just grazed the top of her thighs. Her wet hair was plaited over one shoulder, dampening the cotton fabric, so her nipples were clearly outlined. Lashes fluttering, she watched him, gnawing on her bottom lip as her gaze darted from his face to his cock, then back again.
“But you hate me,” she whispered, her ethereal voice floating over him, causing his blood to heat.
“I don’t hate you.” Kjeld gave his shaft one long, satisfying tug. “I’m furious with you. For many reasons. But hate? No, Starweaver.”
He jerked himself again. Harder this time and she licked her lips.
“This is what you do to me every fucking day.” He gritted his teeth, stroking with more force, squeezing so the tip bulged and swelled. “But this fae blood has poisoned my mind. It makes me want to do unspeakable things to you. Things I’m not sure I can control. It’s amplified everything about me.”
Including his desperation for sex. With her.
Rolling his shoulders back, he turned slightly so she could see the full size of him. Not just his cock, butallof him.
Kjeld lowered his voice and started thrusting into his fist. “Now, unless you want me to pin you to this tree and fuck you until the sun rises, I suggest you return to the cabin.”
Her pretty pink lips, wet from her tongue, fell open.
Gods above, he wanted to fill her there too.
“Go, Caelian,” he growled, because if she didn’t leave at this moment, he would not be able to stop himself. “Now.”
She bristled against his demand, but at least this time she listened. Caelian spun around and stalked back toward the cabin, her hushed, annoyed footfalls slowly vanishing into the night.
As soon as Kjeld was certain she was safely back inside the cabin, he erupted, repeating her name over and over like an unanswered prayer.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
All Caelian wanted to do was push the memory of that night in the cabin far from her mind.
She was thoroughly mortified.
To make matters worse, she could haveswornshe heard his voice rumble through her mind. Like a wish. But it was distorted and garbled, like she was underwater, and then there’d been nothing at all. Just the same crushing silence as before.
Not that it mattered, she’d been too distracted by the way his finger moved inside her. When he scrubbed her hair, she wanted to melt into the tub. But when he washed her body, every brush of his knuckles or sweep of his hand had set her on fire. With one finger, she’d come unraveled. She’d catapulted into a state of euphoric bliss.
