Page 20 of Pocket Full Of Posies (Snowberry #2)

Holy fucking hell. Daisy feels amazing sitting on my cock. She’s wrapped around me like a koala, and I still want to get closer. To feel every inch of her skin against mine.

She’s a virgin. A fucking virgin. Literally. She’s never fucked, but has had plenty of practice to prepare herself. She takes me so well and yet remains tight around me like a suction tube. She also likes it when I flex my cock inside her. Yeah, no silicone toy can do that.

My tail lashes out and latches on to her leg, her own little tail brushes against my inner thigh and sends prickles of pleasure straight to my balls. Cupping her ass, I slide a thumb up to wrap around the base of her tail, knowing the sensitivity there. Her skin prickles in goosebumps across her chest and the dusty rose of her nipples darkens as they become sharp points brushing against my chest.

I let her set her pace, riding my cock how she wants. Lifting up on her knees and slowly lowering herself again. It takes a massive amount of willpower to not thrust up into her or force her down by the hips. Every time she bottoms out, her pussy strangles my cock and I’m only going to last so long at this leisurely pace.

To distract myself I press my lips to Daisy’s skin, peppering kisses along her collarbone and neck, up to her jaw and ears. Fuck her ears are adorable. Her hair is tangled and wet around her shoulders and down her back. The green filigree vine markings on her skin move in tandem with her bouncing, pulling in tight around her nipples and up her throat. The flowers in her hair, that were a mix of many things all throughout the night, have settled into only jasmines.

“I knew jasmines meant you were horny.”

Daisy’s eyes widen then return to half-mast, glittering with amusement. “Don’t tell Sage. I don’t want him to know how horny you make me.”

I’m never telling anyone. Her jasmines are just for me and no one else.

Daisy presses down hard on her next downward thrust and circles her hips, rubbing her clit against my pelvic bone. My vision goes spotty as my eyes cross. That’s it. I can’t take it anymore.

Rolling us over I lay Daisy beneath me and thrust into her hard. Her pert little tits bounce at the force and her mouth falls open on a moan.

“You’re such a little tease, you know that? Riding me so torturously slow my balls ache.”

“What are you gonna do about it?”

I give her a few fast and hard thrusts, gripping her thigh and wrapping it around my hip. Like a needy little thing she arches her back and thrusts her tits towards me. Greedily I lick from the bottom swell of her breast over the nipple and around, relishing in her throaty, unhinged sounds. Each one telling me just how much she’s enjoying every lick, bite, and thrust.

“You feel perfect around me, Blossom. I want to feel you come all over me.”

My balls slap against her ass and I increase my pace. Her previous teasing making me painfully hard and halfway to orgasm.

“Keep that up and I will,” Daisy pants out between stunted breaths.

Placing an elbow by her head I lean into her body, with one hand under her ass I shift her hips under me, her pupils blowing out when I press deep in the new position.

“Oh my god. Don’t stop. Please, I’m so fucking close. Make me come Kai. Yes, yes.”

Daisy rambles pleas and praise that only makes me fuck her harder. Our bodies coming together in a loud slapping rhythm that’s hidden by the rain still falling outside. I bury my face in her neck and hair, her scent rounding out all my senses to engulf me entirely in her.

I can feel her pussy tighten around my cock and know she’s about to come. I want to come with her. I want to break that crest and shatter with her, to experience her first orgasm around a real cock with her. Give her everything.

“Kai, Kai. I’m going to, oh fuck!”

“That’s it, Daisy. Come for me, flower.”

She does, on a shattered screaming groan, and I follow right behind her. My balls drawing up tight and my cock pulsing out my release inside her tight heat as it flutters and spasms around my shaft.

“That’s it baby, keep coming for me. Fuck. That’s it, Blossom. You feel fucking perfect coming on my cock.”

Pressing my mouth against the soft skin below her ear, I kiss the sensitive area keeping my cock buried deep inside her and rock just enough to milk her orgasm, and my own, until her body goes lax and soft beneath me. I can feel my cum dripping out of her.

Rolling to my side, I slip free of Daisy’s tight channel and pull her with me, keeping her naked body curled up against mine. With the rain still coming down outside it’s only getting colder. Now that we’re not engaging in strenuous activities, Daisy’s body will cool but mine won’t. I can keep us both warm with my fire magic.

Daisy either catches on to my plan to keep her warm or she just wants to cuddle with me, because she curls into my side resting her head on my chest. I want to stay like this for the rest of the night but know we can only stay for so long. I won’t risk Daisy’s health.

The hand wearing my gold bracelet rests across my abdomen, and I lazily fiddle with the metal. It’s far better suited on Daisy’s wrist than mine. I’m glad I gave it to her. I knew Keiko wouldn’t mind. It was my selfish way of marking her as mine. Unlike shifters who bite and scent mark, nymphs don’t have a physical way of marking their mates.

Mate?

Fuck, I’m thinking of Daisy as my mate. Is that why I wanted her wearing my jewelry? I didn’t have to give her my ear cuff or my bracelet, and I certainly didn’t need to resize it so she couldn’t remove it without significant assistance. My casual fling, intended only to dissuade my mother, has become something completely serious. At least—as far as I know—my mom hasn’t announced my mating to anyone, which is good. At this point though, I could care less what she tells people. No matter what it is, it won’t be happening. I’m with Daisy now, for real, and nothing my mother says can change that.

Looks like I’ll be staying in Snowberry longer than originally planned, and I’m fine with that. I’ll need to find somewhere else to stay. I can’t remain in my parents’ house. Maybe there’s a room or a house for rent. Until then, there’s always the motel. Ideally, I’d prefer to stay with Daisy. To stay close to her and spend every day with her. Until her brother accepts the fact that I won’t be going anywhere, and that I’m unequivocally dedicated and in love with Daisy, I don’t want to push myself into their home. I want to be accepted and welcomed. Because once I’m in Daisy’s bed, I’m never leaving.

I’ve become addicted to her smiles and trying to decipher the changing flowers in her hair. And now I’ve become addicted to her body, her touch, her kiss. The way her tail rests lazily entwined with mine. The satisfied smirk on her lips and softness of her skin. No one I’ve ever been with can compare to the way Daisy makes me feel and no one will ever come after her. She’s it for me. And by the end of the equinox, I’m going to convince her that I can be it for her.

Her hair is almost dry now, strewn in slightly frizzy tangles across her back and my arm wrapped around her. The scent of wet earth and sex lingers in the air. I wonder if others will be able to scent it tomorrow or if the rain will wash it away. Shifters will no doubt scent it, even with the rain. Their noses are like our ears, their most advanced sense. I hope others can still smell us tomorrow. Just one more way to claim Daisy as mine.

“So, what do daisies in your hair mean? Sexually satisfied? And is that a gardenia? Haven’t seen that one before. You’re just full of surprises tonight, aren’t you?” I finger the delicate petals of the flowers and Daisy’s cheeks pinken.

“Daisies mean happiness.”

“So, I make you happy?”

“Very much.”

“Good.”

Daisy nuzzles into my chest and wiggles against me. I should be concerned that we’re in a building made of glass, with unlocked doors, lying on the ground completely naked, but I’m not. I’m exactly where I want to be.

“Would you like to stay the night tonight?” Daisy asks in a quiet voice, and I can hear her nervousness in her soft tone.

“I would love to. But…I think it would be better if I waited.” I can physically feel Daisy drooping in dejection, and quickly add, “At least until your brother doesn’t hate me anymore. I don’t want him to wake up to see me in the morning and make all kinds of assumptions and then I lose all the progress I’ve made with him. I want your family to like me. Unlike mine, yours is important.”

“Your family is important too,” she argues…weakly.

“Maybe Endo and Keiko, but the rest of them can go to hell.”

“Surely there’s others…”

“Nope.”

We lay in silence again, the only sound that of the rain on the greenhouse. Daisy’s idea of family is far different from mine and now that she’s met my mother, and the people she associates herself with, she has a better idea of why I want nothing to do with them.

“My family is not a family,” I begin, trying to put into words what it is to be a Kingsley. “It’s more like a business. There’s the CEO’s and CFO’s, HR department, PR managers, personal assistants, assets, and minions. There’s very little love or emotions between most of them. I mean nothing more to my parents than an asset they can manipulate to grow their portfolio and better their public image.

“I wish they behaved more like nymphs than socialites, but I fear they’ve spent too much time in the human world and have lost touch with their heritage. Their true bloodlines. I’ll admit I haven’t been the best either, but that’s because I didn’t know there was anything better out there for me. I thought all I had was their money and partying. Now I know different. Now I have you.”

Daisy looks up at me through thick lashes, with her glowing golden eyes and I can hear her wonderment in her slight intake of breath.

“And I have you?” A question not a statement.

“Yes, you most definitely have me, Blossom.”

“So, when can you spend the night?”

I chuckle at her ability to take such a heavy discussion and shift it towards something easy and comfortable.

“Maybe after the equinox? I’d like to at least speak with Sage first. How does that sound?”

“Do I still get to spend the equinox with you?”

“Of course. I wouldn’t have it any other way. You’ll stay with me, in our tent, for the equinox and after that we’ll see how it goes. But that in no way means I’m going anywhere. I’ll sleep here in the greenhouse if I need to.”

Daisy giggles and the sound holds joy and amusement. I think I’ll make her giggle every day because I want to hear that sound and those emotions from her every day we’re together.

“Come on Daisy, Let’s get you dressed and in bed where it’s warm and dry.”

“I’m warm and dry right where I am.”

“That may be so, but I don’t want to fall asleep and wake up to your brother staring at my cock and your naked backside. He’d definitely never want me to come around again if that happened.”

Daisy groans the most adorable grumble, pushing herself onto her elbow. Strands of chestnut hair fall across her forehead and in the dim light her features are cast in shadows. I reach up and brush the hair from her face so I can better see her.

“Will you come back tomorrow?”

“I’ll come back every day until you tell me to stop.”

“You might be here for a very long time then.”

“That’s the idea.”

After Daisy is back in her damp dress, and me in my pants, I escort her to the front door of her house. The rain is still falling but has lightened up. By the time we make it to the porch both of our feet are coated in a layer of mud and grass. The sensation is gratifying. Perhaps I’ll have to go shirtless and shoeless.

With one more long, lingering, erection inducing kiss, I manage to say goodnight and Daisy goes inside. Instead of returning to my parents’ house, where the party is still going on, I drive to the motel. Thankfully not as many out of towners come in for the equinox as shifters do for the blood moon, and I’m able to get a room. So, I don’t have to deal with any of my family or the party guests, who have no doubt become house guests staying in the many empty guest rooms my mother insists on having.