Page 5 of Of Pixies and Promises (Fae Guardians)

Chapter

Five

A female pixie only loved her wings being pinned when she was in heat and mated with her harem in the sky.

When that frenzied dance came, each male took turns to capture her, pin her, and fuck her while airborne.

They called it a dance, but it was a battle.

The harem fought over their queen, fought to be the first and last, fought to be the one she remembered.

This pinning was how a female created her first dust. It was an awakening, frightening, and empowering all at once.

Empowering because the female used her dust to control the potency and vigor of the coupling. If she wanted it done, she stopped dusting. If she wanted them to take turns with her until the end of time, she would dust forever.

Frightening because if her harem weren’t all present during this heated dance in the sky, she could fall or crash. Complete trust amongst the group was imperative.

Awakening because pinning the wings woke sexual needs for both genders. There was something exhilarating about being man-handled in the sky, all agency relinquished, submitting to a harem and their raw pixie urges.

How Nyra had dreamed of having her wings pinned by the right males. How disappointed she’d felt when realizing a mating frenzy would never happen without the ability to create pixie dust. She’d never be the sole object of their obsession, lust, or ultimate possession.

She might be a queen, but she won’t be their queen… whoever they were.

As this man touched her, she realized a loving, trusting connection was something she still desperately wanted. He stirred feelings inside her she wasn’t sure she could contain.

Her heart beat faster as Sid’s brown-eyed gaze smoldered. Her wings tingled, and a full-body tremble wracked her. More tingles cascaded down her spine, causing her to whimper in need.

Nyra broke his hold on her eyes and checked over her shoulder. Could it be possible? Was that tingle the start of pixie dust? But no… her hopes were dashed when the same smooth prismatic surface greeted her. The membrane was healing, but no golden powdery sheen covered them.

“Are you in pain?” he asked, frowning.

Of a sort, she wanted to say. Reluctantly, she dragged her gaze back to his handsome face. She hadn’t expected his raw concern, and it opened her heart.

“I thought I—” she started. Swallowed. Then thought, what-the-Well. She could confess everything to him because they’d never see each other again once their bargain was done. So she blurted out, “My wings tingled. I got excited because I thought I was making pixie dust.”

“You mentioned dust before. What is it?”

“When a pixie finds each mate of her harem, her wings create dust.” She wiggled, suddenly uncomfortable. But he tightened his grip on her hips, pinning her in place.

Goodness. She liked how he touched her.

“What does the dust do?”

“It’s an aphrodisiac.” Her cheeks burned.

His brows lifted, but he said nothing. He also didn’t scoff or snap or tease. He just looked at her with steady eyes. So she continued.

“I’ve never made dust,” she confessed. “I’m soon to be coronated as the queen of our tribe, and I’m supposed to find a harem to rule as my consorts.

A pixie queen must have protection, and she’s the central power source for her harem and the entire tribe.

As queen, I will have a greater capacity for holding mana in return for nurturing the forest and my people.

Without a harem, the power can send me mad or…

” She thought of her mother. “Or the power goes, and I fade away into nothingness.”

When his warm hand landed on her cheek, she realized she’d been so ashamed that she’d looked away.

“That must feel shitty,” he said.

She cocked her head. “You don’t think it’s weird?”

“That you have a harem?” His gaze turned thoughtful. “I guess not. It makes sense. It would be best to have protection; one male probably isn’t enough. I understand.”

“I meant that I can’t make pixie dust.” She blushed. “When a female pixie goes into heat, she must be continuously… satisfied over hours. The dust keeps everyone virile otherwise there are dire consequences.”

“Like what?”

“Like some males die trying to keep up. Or some hurt themselves. Or worse…” Nyra’s voice softened to a whisper. “There is no baby and no heir.” She plucked at his shirt. “Which is fine if you don’t want children, but when you’re a queen, you’re expected to produce an heir.”

“Wait a minute.” His brows lifted again. “Go back for a minute. Are you telling me that you get so needy that a complete harem of males isn’t enough to satisfy you?”

She sighed heavily and rested her head on his chest. “But not me.”

His palms slid from her waist to the small of her back and pressed her into him. “I’m sure it just hasn’t been the right time for you. You’ll get there.”

She smiled against his shirt and plucked at the fabric.

“This is nice,” she confessed. “You’re nice.”

His chest rumbled as he chuckled. “You’re not so bad yourself. When you’re not baring your fangs at me.”

Grinning, she tried to glance up at him but caught an eyeful of his neck, and her smile dropped. It was a strong and thick neck. A vein pulsed with his blood. His jaw was peppered with stubble. He smelled delicious, like a heady mix of musk, sweat, cologne… or soap that reminded her of spice.

Sid’s breathing pattern changed. It became shallow, slow. Almost as if he was too afraid to move. Almost as if he wanted to keep her lips hovering right where they were. And then he swallowed, and his Adam’s apple bobbed. Her tongue darted out and tasted him there.

She wasn’t sure who groaned first, but the rumble between them sent shivers running to every extremity in her body. Her wings tingled again, this time more intensely and lasting longer. Heat pooled low in her belly.

Well-damn , she was so attracted to him—a human. When did this start? She licked him again, testing his reaction. His fingers flexed on her lower back, digging in, but he didn’t protest. She licked from his neck to his jaw, where he expelled a ragged breath.

He dragged her up his body until they were nose to nose. They stared at each other for a long, hot minute.

“What are you doing?” His voice was deep and gravelly.

She rocked her hips against him, felt the stiff jab of his erection through his pants, and moaned. “I don’t know, but it feels good.”

His jaw clenched, and his lashes fluttered as she rocked back. That he was hard meant he was into her too. She cupped his face and whispered, “Do you want me to stop?”

“No.” He claimed the last inch between their lips and kissed her. It was never a chaste kiss but hard and demanding and full of hunger.

It hit every button she had. She groaned into his mouth and kissed him just as ferociously until he gasped and jerked back. His finger went to his mouth and came away red. Wide eyes met hers, and shame flooded her cheeks.

“My fangs.” She covered her mouth. “I was too rough.”

She thought it would turn him away, that her fangs would be too fae for him, but he surprised her. He dragged her hand from her lips and darted in again, chasing her lips, single-handedly erasing her shame with more of that elicit elixir in his salty taste.

“I don’t mind rough,” he grumbled into her mouth. “In fact, rough is how I like it.”

“What else do you like,” she asked.

His eyes caught hers, hesitated. She squirmed with curiosity.

“What?” she pressed. “Tell me.”

“I liked looking at your ass as we climbed the tree.”

Her smile widened, and she ground her hips against his, aiming for that precious hard length to hit her sweet spot. “Did you?”

He kneaded her bottom and let his fingers slide past her thin gauzy panties. She’d not meant to be galavanting around the forest in them. This outfit was for a ceremony she would clearly miss… a ceremony where she was meant to have a consort picked out. Colt was going to kill her.

There might even be a hunting party looking for her right now.

But Nyra didn’t care. Every time Sid’s fingers circled further beneath her panties, reaching for that illicit spot between her thighs, bliss rolled through her. She was hardly able to get the next words out. “Tell me more.”

“I like the thought of my mouth down there,” he whispered harshly into her ear. “Do you taste as sweet as you smell, Fangs?”

“Taste me and see.”

She couldn’t believe she was saying these things to this human.

Couldn’t believe he was saying them back.

Charged electricity filled the atmosphere.

They knew this was wrong, that they were supposed to be enemies, but neither cared.

Perhaps they were both outcasts in their own worlds.

Perhaps this could be a nice joining of two lost souls. For as brief as the moment lasted.

Sid’s fingers claimed the last inch toward the seam of her bottom, slid down to where she was wet, and pressed into that hot damp spot.

“Yes yes yes,” she begged as need claimed her. If she didn’t know any better, she’d think this sudden, insatiable urge was from pixie dust. But she’d still not made it. This was real. This attraction was all them.

“You want my fingers there, Fangs?” he rasped. “You aching for me?”

His pet name made her pussy clench. She moaned, “Yes, yes more.”

He swiped his fingers through her folds, testing, and probing, going deeper each time. Each swipe made her feverish with want. He traced the entire seam from pussy to ass, questing for her instruction.

“Where?” he grunted.

“Anywhere.” She rocked against him, mewling as he dipped a finger into her core.

“You’re so fucking tight,” he breathed. “And wet. You’re hot for me, aren’t you, Fangs?”

To answer, she smashed her lips against his, then delved with her tongue, coaxing his own out to meet hers. His resounding groan made her chest puff in pride. She loved how he reacted to her. Loved it more than any other lover she’d taken.

What was happening to her?

Her skin was on fire. Her lungs burned. Everything tingled.

And then he gripped her hips and lifted her up the length of his body until she straddled his face.

He moved her so effortlessly that she thought about how he would pin her wings if he was in her harem, which was wrong on so many levels.

Sid couldn’t dance in the sky. He couldn’t live with her as one of her consorts.

He had no mana. He would grow old, and she wouldn’t. His kind had killed her fathers.

But none of it mattered as he worked magic with his tongue. He found her clit, nipped and sucked. Flicked and fluttered. With each swipe and probe, she found her thighs trembling, her heart thudding, and her mind whirling.

Hours ago, she’d wanted to punish this man for intruding in her forest, and now all she wanted was for him to punish her…

with his tongue. She hoped he never stopped.

He worked her hard and repetitively. And then he slowed like a lover, caressing and caring.

Savoring. She submitted to the sensations expanding in her heart and body.

When his fingers joined his tongue, and he said, “Ride me, Fangs,” her orgasm exploded through her body like a breaking dam.

She gripped his hair and held his lips to her pulsing pussy, doing exactly what he asked, riding him, chasing more of the good feeling.

He clutched her thighs and wrung every last drop of sweet agony from her body, lapping and sucking until she was left panting and struggling for air.

She slid back down his body, intending to fill herself with his rock-hard cock, to finish this coupling. She smiled wistfully as their faces aligned again. She rubbed her thumb over his bee-stung and glistening lips. Even more handsome now.

“You were… wow.”

“I’m just getting started,” he breathed.

But as Nyra went in for a kiss, a screech rent the air.

“The mama!”