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Severin

Hannah’s enchanting moans turn into the scream of my name as she flutters around my cock.

Goddess, she feels divine. I thrust into the sweet depths of her, loving how tight she is, how wet. Loving how much she wanted me, even before the aphrodisiac in my seed began to work on her.

Hannah’s expressive face shows every single thing she’s feeling, and the sounds she makes drive me wild.

I can’t get enough of her, of how open she is, how responsive.

My little witch has enchanted me. For all her talk of me ruining her, she’s equally ruined me.

I can’t imagine going back to the cold and calculated couplings of my past, not after having tasted true delight.

Her easy show of delight and desire drive me wild.

I’m undone by the satin of her skin against mine, her sweet floral smell. My shadows slip over her skin, caressing her everywhere, relaying the feeling back to me as an extra layer of sensation. Her magic coils through mine in another kind of caress, one that makes my chest thrum.

The need to thrust, to claim, overwhelms me. I plunge into her wet heat, driving forward with a groan. “So sweet, so tight.”

She makes one of those moans I crave.

“Yes, that’s it,” I grit out, straining to hold off my orgasm, drawing out the pleasure like the greedy man I am. “Keep taking my cock like a good girl.”

Hannah gives a breathy little gasp, squirming against me as her inner muscles clamp down.

Goddess, she’s exquisite. I pound into her, riding her hard, eating at her mouth, swallowing her gasps as I drink down her pleasure. Our magic swells, blending together in a way I’ve never heard of, let alone experienced. The power of it feels giddy and so very, very right.

The shadows extending from my erection stroke over her clit, vibrating back and forth, and reach behind to tease into her ass. Hannah moans, her hands tightening on my shoulders, loving everything I’m doing to her.

I growl, a possessive need to claim filling me. My balls tighten, and the base of my erection begins to tingle as it’s never done before.

I freeze. This can’t be happening. Knotting provides a way for fae to conceive, since we’re not as fecund as humans, but it’s not a given. My knot has never formed for any of my partners, and I never expected it to. But Hannah…

It seems my betrothed is special in more ways that one .

We haven’t discussed offspring, so I can’t knot her at this time.

But fuck, how I want to.

“Severin,” she moans, the sound a deliciously needy whine.

“Hannah, my enchanting little witch.” I thrust harder, my shadows stroking her faster. “You’re going to come again.”

“No,” she gasps. “I can’t. It’s too much.”

“You can.” I plunge deep, my magic surging into her before echoing back, filling my chest. “You will.” My hips snap forward. “Flutter that pretty little pussy all around my cock. Come for me like a good girl.”

Hannah screams my name, her muscles clenching around me like a closed fist, sending bolts of sensation shooting through me.

I ride her through the strongest part of her orgasm before letting mine take me.

I pull out partway and wrap shadows around the base of my erection.

Then all rational thought fails me. Lightning races down my spine, sizzling through my balls and pouring from my cock in an explosion that goes on and on.

My knot swells, and my shadows squeeze, mimicking how good Hannah feels wrapped around the end of my length.

I snap my hips forward, my knot grinding against her clit and making her shudder again.

We remain pressed together for long moments, each gasping for breath. The magical pulses ricocheting back and forth between us finally slow, our powers subsiding.

Hannah stirs, her hair brushing my chin, her muscles tightening around me in an aftershock of pleasure. She squirms against my knot, then pulls back to look down, her eyes widening. “ What is that?”

“It’s my knot.” I grunt as Hannah moves again.

“Oh, my god, you have a knot like orcs?”

“ All fae knot, not just orcs.” I scowl.

“And that’s supposed to be inside me?” She sounds half delighted, half horrified.

“It’s why my seed contains an aphrodisiac. It prepares you to take the knot.” I don’t tell her it’s never formed for anyone else. I’m not even certain what it means.

Holding her close, I turn and walk back to the bank of the pond, my wings opening from where they’ve wrapped around Hannah to cushion her back.

Once there, I slide from her and set her on her feet.

She wobbles and grabs hold of my forearms, giving a little laugh. “I don’t think my knees work anymore.”

Primal satisfaction fills me to know I’ve pleasured her so well, and I hold her steady until she can stand on her own.

She turns away from me, reaching for her underwear, which my magic piled on top of her clothes.

I watch her dress, enjoying the play of the magical light over her long, graceful limbs and the curve of her breasts. I did not taste her this time, and I vow to remedy the lack soon.

Because one thing is certain: once has not been enough to slake my desire for her, and I will not be able to resist, especially kept close to her for a year.

When she sits to put on her shoes, I snap out of my reverie and use my magic to dress in a split second.

My leather pants feel uncomfortably tight across my knot, and I send a little magic into the leather, loosening them.

If I’d let it form buried inside her, it would last for at least ten hours.

But like this, it should hopefully subside soon.

Hannah stands, her gaze a little uncertain when she meets my eyes. “That was…” She flutters a hand toward the waterfall. “That was some kind of reaction to combining our magic, right? It doesn’t change anything. We’re still just faking the whole engagement thing.”

Is that what she sees our encounter as? A side-effect of magic? Does she deny her attraction to me? I cannot do the same—my knot refuses to be ignored, reminding me my enchanting little witch is special. I’ll simply have to seduce her fully until she’s begging to be in my bed for the next year.

I cup her cheek, her magic leaping up to meet mine. She sucks in a breath. “See? It’s the magic.”

“Oh, there’s certainly magic.” I cancel the lights, plunging us back into the dark of night. My eyes adjust quickly, but from Hannah’s squint, she can no longer see me clearly. I pitch my voice deeper, enjoying the way she shivers. “Come. I’ll take you home.”

My shadows coil around her as I take her into my arms, and I leap into the air, speeding along. My scent permeates her skin, marking her in a viscerally satisfying way.

I land at the door of her cottage and give her a light, teasing kiss, one guaranteed to leave her wanting more. “Dream of me, my enchanting little witch.”

Her huge eyes watch me, brimming with questions as I launch into the air.

I will find whatever answers I need to make her mine.