Page 9 of Of Pixies and Promises (Fae Guardians)

Chapter

Nine

“ N yra?” Sid’s voice was a distant chime in her mind. She was too overcome with fever to latch onto it. “Are you okay?”

She thought she would create pixie dust for him, but this was more than that. Her skin was too tight for her body. Everything tingled and pulsed with need.

If she needed more convincing that Sid was meant for her, this was it. None of the pixies she’d danced in the sky with had triggered this reaction. And for it to happen on the shores of the ceremonial lake had to mean this was fate.

“Mate,” she snarled at him and then rolled them so she mounted his waist.

Freed, her wings took on a life of their own.

They vibrated and shed golden pixie dust. For a fantastical moment in time, they existed amid a magical meteor shower.

But Nyra was too overcome with passion for marveling.

From how Sid’s gaze heated and roamed over her naked body, he was about to welcome what it meant to be dusted during a pixie in the throes of heat.

She only hoped he had what it took to survive.

“This is about to get frenzied,” she warned, already panting from the hot need building in her core.

“I told you I like it rough,” he shot back with a hot smirk.

“You wouldn’t lie to me would you?” Nyra clawed at his clothes. Why, oh why did she tell him to put them back on?

“Never.”

“Promise?”

“Always.”

In a matter of seconds, he was out of his shirt while she worked at his pants. Satisfaction hit when she realized he was so hard that his erection had already pushed out of the waistband. With a snarl, she tugged the damned fabric hindrance down his hips.

She gasped at the sight of him. Hard, long, thick. Smooth . No hooked barbs. The shock of it knocked her clear from her mating haze.

“What is it?” he rasped.

“You’re smooth,” she marveled, running her hand up and down his shaft.

He shuddered in pleasure. “Is that a problem?”

“No… it’s… wow. It feels so good. You’re so big .” Prickling heat washed over her like a wave, and just like that, she was back in the needy zone. “After this first urgent release, I want that in my mouth.”

With a moan, she placed his length between her thighs and glided up and down, testing the sensation. His smooth, silken, yet hard shaft felt like a dream against her slick, needy pussy. He was enduring like a rock.

Sid threw his head back, gripped her hips, and snarled at the sky, “Stop playing with me, Fangs.”

“Then take what you need from me,” she snarled back, surprised at the vehemence in her voice. “Use me. I want it.”

Fire flashed in his already molten gaze. His biceps twitching was the only warning before she was pinned beneath him. He inched his thick length deep into her core.

“So fucking big,” she moaned.

“You can take it.”

“Make me.”

He took control and pinned her harder when she squirmed or resisted. His hand moved to her lips, neck, sternum, arms—wherever she defied him. Eventually, he slid all the way in, stretching her inner walls and filling her completely.

Everywhere her dust touched, her senses were on fire. She felt every sensation acutely. Smelled him more. Heard his ragged breaths as he slid out of her, and the wet slap and grunt as he drove home.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he groaned.

“S’not me,” she whimpered. “S’you and your human dick.”

His chuckle disappeared on another thrust, and soon they submitted to the hunger riding their systems. The hard slabs of his sweaty body slid up hers until he angled differently. Sparks jolted through her pelvis. In her veins. Everywhere.

Her climax was a powerful release that rocked her from head to toe. She clutched him, her fingers clawing his back. She melted most deliciously as her mate claimed her, as he gave everything her biology demanded.

Sid’s release came in a hard, ragged final thrust as he seated himself and trembled, his face buried against her neck.

They were streaked in sand, water, golden dust, and sweat, but neither cared.

They held each other’s twitching bodies.

She sensed he wanted to relish the moment, but her second wave of need was already building.

She pushed him off her and freed her wings. More dust shed, covering them.

“I can’t stop,” she gasped, her eyes wide.

“Whatever you need,” he growled.

“That’s what I’m afraid of.”

She hadn’t meant for her words to worry him, but doubt flashed over his expression before he shuttered it and said, “You are in control. You won’t hurt me.”

Nyra’s need pulsed well into the night. Sid met her pound for pound, stroke for stroke, every single time.

They tried washing in the lake, tried removing the dust, but more came.

It was like a dam had burst inside her. After all these years of waiting, her body was having no more.

It wasn’t until hours later that Sid became too tired to hide his response, and it triggered something inside her.

She forced the next wave down, her lungs to slow, her heart to calm. They were now up near the forest and lying on a bed of soft leaves. The glow from the bioluminescence and moon cast Sid’s face into a contrast of shadow and light, and his frown was unmistakable.

“Are you okay?” she asked, slotting herself next to him, trailing her hand down the slick, muscled abdomen to where his still-hard cock twitched at her attention.

He winced. “Fine.”

“You can barely form a word.”

“It’s just that Little Sid needs a break.”

She smiled as her fingers wrapped around the marvelous smooth shaft. “I think I can hold the dust back now.”

She’d stifled it, but the need was there like a rabid beast barely sated, creeping beneath the surface of her skin. She prayed that he couldn’t tell. His lips twitched, wanting to smile, but his eyes remained closed. “You weren’t kidding when you said there would be a frenzy.”

She kissed the corner of his lips and then slid down his body to wrap her mouth around his fascinating cock. Thick, smooth, veined. His audible gasp made her smile. She licked and laved and showered him with attention.

“Little Sid,” she teased, “deserves to be thanked for his service and showered with care one last time.”

He thrust gently into her mouth, panted, and squeezed his eyes shut.

“Take it all, Fangs,” he rasped. “Just be careful.”

“All?” she gasped. “Like, deep into my throat?”

His eyes snapped open and found hers as she glanced up his body. “You’ve never had a cock in your throat?”

“Pixies are barbed.”

“But you have barbs in your soft little pussy?”

“They’re not painful and can be quite sensational.

There’s a biological reason for them, something to do with each male in the harem wanting his seed to triumph, but it means pixie dicks aren’t exactly made for my mouth.

But with you, I think I can keep my jaw open wide enough without my fangs scraping your precious flesh.

” She grinned as she took him deep into her throat, demonstrating how skilled she was at protecting his special asset, only coming off him to say, “Which is what makes you so special.”

Possessive heat flashed in his gaze. “I’ll be the only one who takes your mouth.”

When she nodded, he came alive, rallying enough energy for a last few frantic minutes until he climaxed with her lips around him, jetting into her throat and giving a long shuddering exhale before dropping his head back to the ground.

“Fuck, Nyra,” he groaned. “You’ll kill me.”

“Don’t say that,” she said as he tucked her into his side.

“I’m tougher than I look.”

“Yes, you are.” She rubbed her hand lovingly over his chest. “And you’re mine. There’s just one last thing I must do to prove it.”

“What’s that?” he mumbled, eyes closed again, his breathing evening out.

“Mark you.” She sank her fangs into his pec, leaving a bite mark unmistakably hers.

He hissed in shock and pain, but her fangs were embedded in his flesh.

Fierce retaliation, need, or possession entered his eyes.

He bit her forearm, drawing blood while her teeth were still in him.

A strange shift in the atmosphere stopped her from pulling out.

She couldn’t explain it, couldn’t see it, or tangibly feel it.

It wasn’t a bargain, but it felt magical.

This moment was monumental. This mating was real.

She unhooked her fangs and lapped the wound several times to stop the bleeding. When she checked his bite mark, she licked it too. She glanced hesitantly at Sid, unsure if he would have doubts.

“You could have warned me,” he grumbled.

“Where would the fun be in that?”

“No more biting,” he replied, chagrinned but not angry.

“Never.”

“Unless I ask,” he said, eyes closed, his brows raised as though he thought himself hilarious.

She didn’t have a chance to respond. He was already asleep, exhausted, and sated. And all hers.