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Chapter One Invisible to the human eye, Alatarial watched the man set up his tripod and the camera with its enormous lens. There was so little of her daughter left in her children’s children. A hint, maybe, around the mouth and eyes. This man’s grandfather had been the last with sea-green eyes. There hadn’t been a girl born in the line in over a hundred years. The ache in her chest kept growing. Her people were immortal. They lived forever. But not her daughter. She’d chosen love over immortality. Now another immortal was choosing the same path but with no certainty of the outcome she wanted -- love. Alatarial pressed her hand to her chest, to the pain that hadn’t eased since her daughter smiled at her, closed her eyes and ceased to breathe. She had touched a wrinkled cheek, the wispy white hair and felt what no one of her race should ever feel. Sorrow. Tears tracked down her face as she watched the handsome man who was the last of her child’s lineage. She didn’t try to brush the tears away. She’d lost her daughter once. She wouldn’t lose what she had left of her, the children of her child. She’d sworn not to interfere directly in the lives of her daughter’s descendants and she would never break her word. There were, however, other ways to ensure her daughter’s legacy lived on. She would do whatever she had to do to -- even lose another of her race to a mortal existence. Alatarial disappeared in a breath of wind.
Aedan Fallon looked up. He frowned, pushed away the feeling of being watched and turned his attention back to the world he saw through the lens of his camera. Just
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because he was in Ireland didn’t mean he would run into his however-many-times great-grandmother. He’d met her once. That was all the magic any man could ask for in one lifetime and more than he’d ever wanted. The fey had stolen his mother. Alatarial had brought her back -- seventeen years too late.
*** She walked along the headland, her face raised to the breeze coming off the water. Rayne McKenna. She let the name ring through her mind as she watched the water. A new name for a new life. Her first day as a human woman. It was almost impossible to believe. The sea was rough. Waves crashed into the shore. For the moment she was oblivious to everything but the sea. She’d lived her entire life in Ireland with only visits to other lands. She was considered magical, a creature of myth and possibly legend, by humans. The real magic, though, was this. The air, the sea, the land around her. Ireland. Rayne lifted her face to the sky and laughed. Wind against her face, sunlight on her skin. Humans felt so much more than they even realized. What would it be like to physically be loved by a human man? By him? She shivered at the thought and laughed again as she kept walking. It felt like a giant bubble of light filled her. Everything was new and different. Places she had known for a thousand years were exciting and new. Everything was so immediate. For the first time she experienced time. Her troubled gaze turned back to the sea. Her hand rose to her chest where light faded before the darkness of uncertainty. Her choice had been made. She would live the rest of her existence, her life, as a human woman. Would he love her? She knew he was in Ireland. Alatarial had ensured that they would meet. How, she didn’t know, but she trusted the sister of her line completely. The fey weren’t heartless creatures as some human legends told. They felt differently and in many ways more deeply, though the intensity wasn’t as sharp. If it had been they would never survive the eons of their lives. Aedan.
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Rayne shivered at the thought of his name. Once she’d seen him, she’d been lost. He lived every moment of his life. He didn’t just exist. He fought, loved, laughed with a passion that was like a fire burning inside him. He had the ability to show people the horrors of war in the faces of children and elderly, men and women. His images touched them. That same vision of the world seen through his camera’s lens, caught forever in an instant of immortalized time, a beauty so crisp and clean and true that it made the heart ache and the eyes tear. Her people were considered magical, but the true magic was his. Dreams. They were the realm of humans and now for her. There was so little time to make everything she wanted come true. And the truth was, very little of what was to come would be hers to control. Wrapping her arms around her waist she walked on. Every sensation was a delight. The sound of a gull shrieking. The roar of the waves. The chill in the wind. She hadn’t realized how untouched she had been before. Now she was touched by everything. Would he want her? She shook her head. The answer to that question would soon be answered. Something cold knotted in her stomach. Though she’d never felt it before, she knew its name. Fear.
*** On the hill overlooking the headland, crouched in a knoll no bigger than two stacked fists, one of the wee-folk watched the woman walking. He sat with his pipe in hand and a scowl pulling his heavy red eyebrows together over his long, bulb-ended nose. “I got ’im here. What more would you be wantin’?” His words were muttered around the end of the pipe he stuffed in his mouth. Tiny smoke rings rose to the level of his head and disappeared in a ceaseless chain. “Your job isn’t done.”
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His brows pulled together even more until they touched. His expression fierce, his bite on his pipe fiercer, he glared at the tiny spark of light hovering in the air in front of his face. “She’s your choice for the descendant of your blood. You see to her meeting and mating the lad.” The spark flashed stark white. “You made the bargain. Fulfill it or the gold is hers.” The voice held the chill of a winter sea. Smoke rings rose faster and disappeared almost instantly. “Meet and mate. I’ll see to that. The rest…” He shrugged, his sour expression stating clearly he didn’t believe there would be anything more. “Do as you bargained. The rest is beyond any of us.” The light flashed once, blindingly bright, and disappeared. His eyes focused and narrowed on the woman. Her hair had hidden fire the light picked out when the sun broke through the clouds to shine on it. Wind whipped the long curls around her head. A smile, mischievous and, to those who knew him, frightening, made his mustache rise. Meet and mate he could and would arrange. Nothing had been said about the method. He would honor the conditions of the bargain, save his gold and give two humans a night they would never forget. With a last puff of smoke, he disappeared.
Chapter Two Rayne stopped where the hardy beach grass quit growing and watched the waves beat at the sand. She felt like she could absorb the very essence of the island into herself if she just had enough time. Closing her eyes, she raised her face to the cloud-choked sky. The rush and swish of the waves filled her ears like a living being -- breathing, moving, calling to her. Light flashed through her eyelids, blindingly bright even with her eyes closed. At the same instant the world exploded with a deafening boom. The ground under her feet rocked and wind, a sudden, angry gale, made her stumble back from the beach. Her eyes flew open and she stared with disbelief at the rising waves capped in white. What had happened? Who had done it? Such a sudden, violent change wasn’t natural. Alatarial? It couldn’t be. The storm was other driven but it couldn’t be her, could it? Rayne looked at the sky and a chill raced down her spine. The hair on her arms and the back of her neck stood up. The wind howled and tore at her hair and clothes. Black clouds boiled in the sky but didn’t move. Her heart raced in her chest, leaving her breathless and shaking. What should she do? Lightning arced from cloud to cloud almost directly overhead. Thunder exploded. Deafened. Her heart jumped into her throat, threatened to choke her. She couldn’t stop the storm. She had no control over the wind and lightning lived to strike. Alone on the windswept expanse of beach, she could be its only target. Without thought she turned and ran back the way she’d come. Wind tore the breath from her and she fought for every step she took. The next moment the gale changed direction and pushed her, sending her hair flying about her face.
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The skies opened and rain poured down. She couldn’t see. Wind drove water into her face, making her turn away and close her eyes. Who was doing this and why? She stumbled and fell, pushed herself to her feet and lurched forward a few more steps driven by the wind before collapsing once more when it changed direction again. She covered her ears with her hands to shut out the raging wail and the sound of malevolent laughter threaded through it. “Who are you?” Her shouted words were lost to the wind’s rage. Shaking, she pushed herself to her feet. Soaked, her clothes weighed her down. Each step was a fight for balance and inches. She pressed her hands over her ears again but couldn’t ignore the sensation of being watched and driven. Lightning blinded her. Rock and sod exploded. She screamed, stopped where she stood and prayed for the world to right itself. The world had gone crazy and she was in the center of the storm. She could die before ever meeting Aedan. Her heart stopped at the thought before racing once more. Ice-edged rain lashed at her. Not waiting for her vision to clear, she struggled forward one stuttering step at a time. What direction was she going? The Inn with its warmth and light, where in this sudden hell did it exist? Lightning blinded her again. She turned, ran, fell, picked herself back up. A sob caught her unaware, stealing strength she didn’t have to spare. Convulsive shivers wracked her as she fought to stay on her feet. She’d never been fragile or delicate and now she was both. How did humans survive? How would she survive? Her foot caught on something and she fell forward. Her shins took the brunt of the fall, her hands took the rest. For a moment she stopped, not moving as wind raged and rain scoured her and everything in its path. Was this what it meant to be mortal? To be powerless and vulnerable to everything? Rayne pushed wet, clinging strands of hair out of her face with fingers she could barely feel. Cold condensed inside her as realization dawned. She had nothing and no one to depend on but herself, and her skills as a human were nonexistent.
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Blinking to clear her eyes of the rain running in rivulets down her face, she stared at the door in front of her. It wasn’t the Inn but it was shelter. Muscles tight, prepared to batter the door down with her body if she had to, she reached for the latch. The door swung open under her hand and she gasped. Scrambling to her feet, she rushed inside and slammed the door behind her. Chest heaving, she took her first deep breath since the wind started howling like a wild animal. For several long moments she stood bent over, her hands braced on her knees. Eyes closed, she felt her heart start to slow from the mad pounding against her ribs. She was cold and wet but for now she was safe. What happened, though, when she met her next challenge? She pushed the thought away. Her lips turned up in a sad-sweet smile as another thought rushed in to take its place. She was learning to worry. When she could breathe without gasping, she straightened and looked around the small cottage. Only there was nothing to see. The room was black, lightless. She didn’t even care. She was happy not to be outside where it sounded like the wind was trying to tear the world apart. Hands outstretched, she slid one foot forward. She repeated the process until she reached the other side of the room. She frowned as she ran her hands over the wall. It was rough to the touch but solid enough she didn’t feel any air coming through it. Shivering, she kept one hand on the wall and the other out in front of her as she glided around. What was she supposed to do? She just kept getting colder and the wet clothes weren’t helping. How did mortals deal with this kind of problem? How did they get warm and dry? Taking off her clothes would take care of them but would she be better off naked? She shook her head in frustration. There was so much she didn’t know. A wry smile lifted her lips. She had less knowledge of how to care for herself than most children. Why would Aedan even look at her? He was often surrounded by some of the most beautiful women in the human world. Women who would not find themselves helpless because of a storm.
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She winced as her left shin connected with something hard. She didn’t like being hurt but was thankful the pain stopped the path her thoughts had taken. She couldn’t change what was going to happen by worrying about it. Reaching down she felt the surface of her assailant. There was coarse material over a hard, flat surface. She closed her hand over the material and pulled it toward her. A blanket. It was coarse, yes, but it would be warmer than her wet clothes. Tonight, she wouldn’t freeze. Quickly, she stripped out of her clothes. She had to do some awkward shimmying to get out of her jeans and getting out of her back-fastening bra took a contortion or two as well. Something else she would have to get more familiar with if she decided to keep wearing one. Their exact purpose still eluded her. When she was naked, Rayne picked up the rough, scratchy blanket and wrapped herself in it. That was better. Well, not better but warmer. The material scratched her and she yelped as it rubbed over her nipples. They hardened and a strange, achy feeling settled somewhere low in her abdomen. The sensations kept bombarding her. She needed time to be able to adjust but instead new experiences kept piling on top of each other until her head was spinning. As warmth seeped into her skin and toward her bones, her eyes grew heavy. She lay down on the hard surface and didn’t care how ungiving it was. As long as the wind and rain were outside and she was inside, she was fine. Warm and safe, if not comfortable, she fell asleep.
*** Aedan burst into the cabin shaking with cold and swearing. He was naked from the waist up, his camera and lens wrapped in his shirt. He was frozen and if he could never have children he would blame it on the Irish weather and the little people, too. Not that he would ever have children anyway. He wouldn’t risk what had happened to him happening to them.
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He pushed the bitter thoughts away. By memory he strode across the cottage and dropped to one knee in front of the old stove. There wasn’t enough light in the one room cottage to see the end of his nose. There was something not natural about the way the storm had blown up from nothing. He would have sworn he heard something in the wind but he wasn’t going to tell anyone about that. They would never believe him. He wasn’t sure he believed it himself. Yet he did. He knew there was more in the world than most men thought. Hell, he was related to the immortals some called elves, whether he wanted to be or not. The matches were where they’d been each time he’d used the cabin in the past three weeks. He lit the neatly laid kindling, sat back on his heels and unwrapped his camera and lens. He turned, ready to wrap himself in the rough wool blanket from the bed, and froze. A woman was huddled on the bed, her hair a wild tangle of curls. Light from the fire picked out the flames in the dark strands. Her face, shoulders and arms were as white as ivory and her eyes were huge in her delicate face. “You wouldn’t be a fairy, would you?” He stepped toward her, drawn to her by her beauty and her fear and something more. He wanted to protect her and reassure her. He wanted to touch her and know if she was as soft as she looked. He wanted to know if she was real, or only a vision created by his mind.
Chapter Three The door had burst open and slammed against the wall, tearing Rayne from sleep. She sat up, losing the blanket in the dark as rain and wind rushed into the room. A deep voice swore and the door slammed shut. Something hit the wall with a wet thud. A deep, familiar voice filled the room and started liquid heat burning low in her belly. Aedan. She held her breath and listened as she had for the past ten years. Closing her eyes, she pictured him in her mind as she listened to him move and to the sound of his voice. “If I can’t have children I’m blaming it on whatever fey creature is behind this storm. Bloody bastards.” There was the sound of slow, measured footsteps. Something scraped, like metal grinding against metal. She opened her eyes but couldn’t see what he was doing. She’d given up her immortality to be with him and the first time she was close to him it was in the dark. He didn’t know she was anywhere near. How many times had she reached out to touch him and he hadn’t known she existed? Something very like pain curled through her. Something rasped and light flared. Her breath stopped as she watched him. The tiny flame disappeared into a black contraption and moments later firelight flickered from the opening. He turned and her heart stuttered as he looked at her. “You wouldn’t be a fairy, would you?” Rayne couldn’t breathe. Her heart went wild, hitting her ribs like a caged bird fighting to get free. That’s how she felt. Caged. He was so close and she couldn’t move.
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Silently he rose to his feet, walking slowly toward her, his face lost in shadows as he moved away from the fire. She’d stood beside him, touched him, and listened to him, all without him being aware she existed. Now all she could do was stare. He stopped before her, reached out and touched her hair, lifting a lock to rub it between his fingers. Her heart slammed hard in her chest. She’d wanted him for so long, dreamed of him. Now here he was, his broad chest bare, and he was touching her. “Are you real?” His voice sounded harsh as his hand fisted around her hair. She took a deep, gasping breath, not aware until that moment that she hadn’t been breathing. His lashes lowered, a darker shadow against his cheeks and she knew he was looking at her breasts. She could feel his eyes on her. Her nipples, already tight from the cold, hardened even more. She moaned and arched. She wanted to feel his hands on her breasts, his mouth and tongue and teeth. “I… Yes, I’m real.” And so was he. More real than she’d ever imagined. He towered over her, his shoulders wide and strong, his hands… “Hell.” He released her hair, grabbed the blanket and pulled it up over her breasts. Startled, she grabbed the blanket and watched as he spun and stalked away. Hurt wound through her. He didn’t want her. She’d given everything for the chance to be with him and he didn’t want her. Closing her eyes, she bowed her head and tried to absorb the blow. Her throat tightened and she fought back tears. If she started to cry, she’d never stop. A scent like sweet-spice filled her nostrils. Her eyes flew open and her head jerked up. For a moment the air around her was alive with glittering dust. She blinked and it was gone. “No!” The cry escaped her as she stared desperately around the cabin. Who was doing this? First the storm, now lust inducing powder. “It has to be his choice. I have to be his choice.”
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“What did you say?” he demanded as he turned back to look at her.
“Aedan. I…”
“You know my name?”
Rayne shivered under the cold lash of his voice.
“Who are you?” he demanded.
She opened her mouth but no sound emerged as more glittery powder filled the
air. Desperate, she fought the fire building in her blood. She could feel thought receding as lust filled her mind and body. The same need building in her was building in him -but it wasn’t real. He took one gliding step after another toward her, a great cat stalking its prey. Fear and anticipation filled her in a heady mix. She’d wanted him and now he would be hers. No. She shook her head. It couldn’t happen this way. “Stop.” Her voice sounded husky and soft but it didn’t stop his predatory advance. Desperate, she looked around the dimly lit cottage even though she knew she would never see anyone. She had to make them understand. Whoever it was had to listen. “He didn’t want me. He turned away. It ripped my heart but it was real. Whatever happens now, it’s not real. Please, stop this.” “Who are you talking to?” Aedan’s deep voice pulled her attention back to him. She shuddered and held up one hand in a stop right there gesture. There was no way to stop what was going to happen. The powder was stealing her will to be fair and replacing it with a hunger that gnawed at her, demanding she touch, taste and take him and let him do the same to her. If they came together now it would be as animals driven by primal need, not with the love and caring she craved. “I can’t touch you from here,” he argued. His voice sank into her, lapping at her senses and heightening her awareness. Her hand dropped to her lap and pressed to her belly where the ache had become a burning need that ruled her. “We can’t do this.” She wanted to sound strong, to be strong.
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Rayne wanted him more. Everything in her craved him and she couldn’t blame that on the dust. Silver sparks lit the air again and disappeared. All fight drained from her and she let her eyes devour the broad shoulders and hair-covered chest of the man in front of her. She wanted his hard, muscled arms around her, his big hands holding her breasts and stroking her, his fingers touching and probing. If all she had was the magic-induced hours ahead, she would take them and deal with the consequences later. Lifting her eyes so she could watch his shadowed face, she lowered the blanket and bared her breasts to him.
Chapter Four Aedan’s jaw tightened as he watched her. Need swamped everything but his most primitive thoughts. She was here. Naked. His. He advanced toward her, wanting her, needing her. Something in him had claimed her the moment he’d seen her. Now he would claim her body with his own. Something silvery shimmered in the air but before he could wonder what it was the memory slipped from his mind like shadows before light. She lowered the blanket from her breasts. Her lashes lowered, and her lips, already full, grew plumper and more enticing. His blood started to boil and his penis hardened to full attention. He closed his eyes and tried to think clearly but all he could smell was her. Roses and rain, feminine heat and the growing musk of her arousal, and his own. He was burning up. His pants were too tight. His heart thudded hard in his chest. His cock throbbed. There had never been anything more right in his life than her waiting for him in this cottage, naked and ready. “I never knew anything could be this powerful.” Her bewildered tone roused every protective instinct in him. He opened his eyes and looked at her. Her head was thrown back exposing her long, slender neck. Her lips were parted and she was breathing fast. He wanted more light. He wanted to see the color of her nipples and eyes. He wanted to watch her expression as he took her to climax. Her orgasm would be the most beautiful thing he ever saw. To experience it with her… He couldn’t imagine the pleasure but he was going to know it. He sucked air into his burning lungs. Her nipples were hard and dark, made for his mouth. Made for him to suckle. She had been created for him. He’d never been more sure of anything.
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His jaw clenched and his teeth ground together. He wanted to suck her deep into his mouth. He wanted to roll her nipples with his tongue, to feel her shiver and hear her cry out as he used his teeth on them. His gaze dropped to her waist, her hips and legs still covered by the blanket. “Show me,” he demanded. “I want to see all of you. I want you to spread your legs and show me your cunt. I want to see you wet and ready for me.” She flinched and his eyes narrowed but as she arched he realized he hadn’t put her off with his blunt words; he’d turned her on. She licked her lips and the sight of her glistening lips, seeing her hips undulate beneath the blanket made him hurt. He had to get inside her to feel her velvet heat around his pulsing cock. He walked the last two steps to the bed and unfastened the button closure of his jeans. His cock sprang free as he peeled back the wet material. Hard and ready, it jutted toward her. Her mouth was only inches away. “I want to see my thick rod disappear between your full lips. Feeling you suck me, having your hands squeeze and pull me -I want all that and more.” Her lips rounded in a perfect oh as she reached up. Her small hand hesitated just a fraction of an inch from the flared, sensitive head of his penis and stopped. Hands fisted at his sides, he waited, every muscle in his body tensed with anticipation. She didn’t move. His pulse pounded in his temples. He couldn’t wait; he had to feel her hand on his cock, to see her fingers wrapped around him, delicate and perfect around him. He reached for her. Her fingertips touched him, a light, teasing caress. He sucked in air and his hips thrust forward. His cock jerked away from her and thumped against his abdomen. “Oh.”
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He closed his eyes and smiled at the awed sound of that one word. Opening his eyes he saw a faint glimmer of silver. It disappeared and so did the memory of it. Need raged inside him. “I’m going to taste every inch of you and then I’m going to fill your cunt with my cock and take you hard and fast and forever.” She reached out again. Her fingers stroked his length then slid down and under until she held him cradled in her hand. She looked up from under her lashes, her expression taunting. “What will you do if I want to taste every inch of you and then take you inside and ride?” His hard-edged smile sent a visible tremor through her. “You’ll get the ride of your life,” he assured her. His hand closed over hers on his cock and squeezed. His hips pumped forward, fucking her hand and a drop of pre-cum glistened like a pearl in the slit in the head of his cock. “Taste it,” he ordered. “Take my cock in your mouth.” “I’ve dreamed of doing this.” Her soft voice was thick with longing. His breath broke and his muscles corded as her tongue peeked out from between her full lips and she licked the head of his cock. A low sound of appreciation vibrated in her throat and her eyes closed as her fingers tightened around him, fisting him. “Do that again,” he demanded, releasing her hand to sink his fingers into her hair. The sound she made, her touch and the stroke of her tongue could kill a man and he’d thank her as he died. She looked up as she leaned forward and licked the head of his cock again. The tip of her tongue explored his slit. His balls tightened and his hands clenched on her scalp. Her tongue was hot and moist, its texture slightly rough. “Take me in your mouth. Suck me in deep.” He thrust his hips forward and the blunt end of his cock rubbed her lips. She looked up again and her tongue laved her lips and him. “Tell me how.”
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A muscle in his jaw ticked at the invitation and open wanting in her eyes. He’d tell her and teach her everything she wanted to know, everything he wanted her to know. “Open your mouth.” His balls tightened even more as she did as she was told. “Take me inside.” He watched his cock disappear into her mouth. It was hot and wet, her tongue cradling him as her cheeks hollowed and pressed in on him. He took a deep breath. He wouldn’t last long. He was too hot and she was too exciting. His butt clenched as she started to suck. Her teeth raked him in a teasing slide as she took him deeper. He fought not to come, swearing as he watched her full lips stretched around his thick cock. “Suck.” His voice hoarse, he grasped her head as she applied pressure. Her tongue swirled around his broad head without prompting. His hips jerked forward, sliding more of him into the hot cavern of her mouth. “Take more. What’s not in your mouth, squeeze and stroke with your hands.” One hand settled over hers on his cock and he showed her how to squeeze and pull. His other hand on the back of her head guided her movements, teaching her how to bob up and down on his cock, taking more and more of him into her just the way he liked it. His head went back and his breath hissed out as she worked him. His fingers alternately massaged and clenched her head as she moved on him. His hips pistoned back and forth, fucking her mouth as she sucked him. Breathing fast, cursing as the feelings built, he held her as she sucked and squeezed. He shouted as he came. It felt as if his soul was being drawn from his body as her mouth drew on him, swallowing, purring as she took his essence into her. His body jerked to the pull of her mouth. His muscles started to go lax as she continued to nurse at his cock. His fingers kneaded her scalp as he enjoyed the feel of her mouth on his semi-hard cock. It
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wouldn’t take long for him to be ready again but the next time he came it would be in her cunt. Long minutes later he could breathe without gasping and his heart no longer slammed into his sternum as she kept suckling him. He opened his eyes and once again saw a split second of something silver glittering in the air before disappearing. His suspicions were immediately swamped by need. He pulled his hardening cock from her voracious mouth and drew her up from her knees. He pushed her back on the bed, laying her down with her feet still on the floor. The fire cast more shadows than light. Her breasts were ivory mounds topped by small, dark nipples. He touched one hard crown, flicked it with his finger before rolling it. Her breath caught. Her eyes never left him, silently pleading with him to take her. He settled on the bed beside her, leaned down and took her breast in his mouth. He sucked her nipple deep, used his tongue to manipulate the hard crest in his mouth. She gasped and cried out, arched into him. Her nipple was like hard candy in his mouth. Her breast soft and malleable. He pulled back and worried the tender tip with his teeth.
Chapter Five “Touch me,” she begged. “Please, touch me.” She’d seen him and liked what she’d seen. She’d followed him, watched him, learned who he was and what kind of man he was and she’d fallen in love. She wanted him to make her his physically. He moved to her other breast, his mouth almost savage as he sucked her into his mouth. His left hand found her bare breast as he used teeth and tongue, lips and mouth on the other. He pinched and pulled the nipple, soft tugs and sharper pinches. He kneaded her flesh, his movements intense and focused as she moved against him, unable to hold still. Inside she was hot and hurting. His touch made the ache grow. His hand moved from her breasts down her body. He combed through the triangle of curls at the apex of her sex. He tested her mound with the heel of his hand as his fingers stroked the folds of her sex and she cried out, arching up to his touch. “I need more,” she whispered, her hips rising and falling, searching for his touch. She opened her thighs wider and he separated her labia and found her wet, ready center. He circled her entrance with one finger, dipped into her and she tightened on the penetrating digit. There was dark possession in his tone. “Your nipples are swollen and darker from my mouth and hands. What color are they?” Her breath caught at the question and at his narrow-eyed look as he watched her. One finger moved in and out of her, big and slightly abrasive in her hot channel. “Like coral.” His breath came hard and fast as he finger-fucked her. She tightened around him, wanting to drive him as wild as he was driving her. “You like this, don’t you?”
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Her eyes heavy-lidded, her lips full and parted, she couldn’t catch her breath. “Yes.” The one word was an admission as her hips rocked, riding his finger. “I’ve never felt anything like this before. It’s… it’s wonderful.” She grimaced at the inadequacy of the word. It was hot and powerful, a force of nature moving through her. “It’s not enough, though. I need you inside me.” A slow wicked smile lifted his lips. He pulled his finger from her, circled her weeping entrance, pressing but not penetrating. “Please,” she begged. He pushed two fingers just barely into her. She cried out and arched toward him, her breasts lifting, an offering to him as she dug her fingers into the bed beneath her. He was everything she’d known he would be. Powerful, ruthless in what he wanted and demanded from her. The blood of immortals flowed in his veins and called to her. Like to like, appetite to appetite, body to body. Her hips rose, trying to force him deeper. His fingers weren’t what she needed but she had to have something of him in her. Her channel was hot and empty. She needed him to fill her. “Is this what you want?” He pushed forward, slowly then in a hard, fast penetration that embedded his fingers in her. She arched up, her body a bow pulled tight by his hand. Her submission to his domination fed a need buried deep in his soul.
He wanted more. He wanted her to come apart. He wanted her to fly to the feel of his fingers, his mouth and, finally, his cock buried in her, riding her hard and fast and without mercy. He didn’t recognize himself, but there wasn’t time or thought to question it as he lowered his head and latched onto her breast again. As he sucked and bit, his fingers moved in and out of her, his thumb rubbing her clit each time he penetrated.
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She arched and undulated under him. Her body shook. Her hands grasped at his arms and shoulders, pulled his hair, stroked his chest. She cried out, moaned, gasped. Her breath stopped as her body tightened, her cunt clenched hard on his fingers. His thumb found her clit and rubbed with merciless intent. Her body shook and shuddered. Her hips bucked and she twisted to get away or get closer, he didn’t know and didn’t care as he ravaged her body with pleasure. He didn’t let up until her body clenched again. He lifted his head, watched her as he pulled his fingers from her vagina. A frown wrinkled her brow and her lips pouted as her body hunched. Even in the dim light her pussy glistened. Her scent was rich and his mouth watered at the sight of her wet folds. She’d come on his fingers. She would come in his mouth and when he was done with that she would come on his cock. He stood up, stepped between her legs and went to his knees. He pushed her legs apart, lifted them over his shoulders and used both thumbs to stroke her plump folds then separated them to expose her completely to him. Her clit was dark and protruding. Her entrance looked too small to have accepted two of his fingers. The thought made his muscles clench and his cock harden. How tight would she be? How much work would it be to get deep inside her? He glanced at her face, saw her watching him with a mixture of bewilderment and lust. He didn’t know his own face was all hard angles and planes in the dim light. He lowered his head and flicked her clit with his tongue. He flicked fast strokes then laved and worshipped the tiny nub. Her body alternately tensed and undulated as he worked her clit. He licked her folds, between them, sucked them into his mouth. He entered her with his tongue, fast jabs before returning to her plump folds. Her taste was hot, her essence an aphrodisiac. His cock swelled hard. He was ready to burst again as if he hadn’t come in her mouth only minutes before.
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Her body trembled as he sucked, licked and flicked but it wasn’t what he wanted. He wanted the mindlessness of release and he wanted to drive her there. He had never felt such a fierce need before and it drove him. His mouth settled over her clit and she arched off the bed, her hands clenched in his hair as a keening wail broke from her. He grasped her hips, not letting her get away as he flicked her clit before drawing on it again. She screamed, her body shaking. He thrust his fingers back into her, two digits sliding deep, forcing their way into the clenching channel, tiny rings of muscle banding tight. He kept his fingers in her, riding her as she spasmed around him. Sweat dampened curls clung to her face and neck. He rose to his feet and towered over her. His cock jutted from his body, a powerful testament to his lust. With steely strength he repositioned her on the bed, pushed her legs apart and settled between them. Her breath caught and broke as he separated her folds again. He grasped his cock and positioned it at her entrance. Her breasts moved up and down with each fast breath as she watched him, her mouth open and eyes wide. His expression harsh, he drank in the sound of her uneven breaths and the mewling cries as he pushed forward, his teeth gritted against the impossible pressure of her body resisting the intrusion of his cock. “Yes,” she cried, her body arching into him. He touched her swollen, protruding clit, thrusting forward, and grunted with satisfaction as his cock entered her, his flanged head disappearing inside her. She gasped for breath, afraid to move, unable to hold still. He felt huge inside her. A great, pulsing rod moving deeper, opening her in a persistent advance of burning flesh. He was broad and blunt and powerful, when what she’d had before had been elegant and refined. Her hips undulated, moving to impale her further on his cock. She wanted all of him as deep as he could go. Her fingers bit into the bed as he reached the entrance to her womb and stopped. He hung over her, his expression fierce, almost pained.
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His eyes were dark, his body vibrating with the force of his need. She understood because she needed him in exactly the same way. “Tell me yes.” His voice was harsh but his words were a plea. He wanted her, wanted to pound himself into her until they both found release but he wouldn’t, not unless she said yes. How she understand so clearly, she didn’t know. “Yes.” She released him with a word, thrusting her hips up at him at the same time. A great shudder wracked his body. His eyes closed for a moment and his lips drew back, baring his teeth. His eyes opened and he stared into hers as he pounded into her, his cock riding her in a furious rush. She clutched the blanket. Her breath escaped in a small cry with each forceful penetration. The slide of flesh inside her hot, wet channel made her muscles clench, made her burn. “Make me fly,” she begged in time to his thrusts. “Make me yours.” He went wild. His hips rocked faster. The slap and slurp of flesh hitting, withdrawing, filled the room. The scent of sex was strong. Her whole body tightened. Tightened. Tightened. Her mouth open, she gasped for breath as he rocked them both with the power of his thrusts. Something inside her gave and she screamed. Sensation sizzled through her as he burned her from the inside out, a star going nova. He threw his head back and shouted as her vagina clamped around him in a series of spasms that milked his rod. He wanted it to last forever, knew he would die if it did. The pressure in his balls increased. His cock felt like it was going to explode and then it did. His hips jerked against her as he ejaculated into her. Long minutes later he collapsed on top of her, spent as he never had been before. He wanted to lay there with her under him and feel her cunt clamping down on his cock with ever lessening quakes. As she settled he would grow hard again. He wanted
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to take her again, to thrust into her and feel her body tense and listen to her cries as he made her fly. Memories of the air alive with glittering dust filled his mind and his hands fisted in her hair. He had to tell her the truth of what happened. He had to accept that he would never know why it had happened, why the fey had interfered, but he owed it to her to tell her they had. If she didn’t think he was crazy, he might have a chance.
Chapter Six Rayne could barely breathe but she didn’t care. If she could keep him on top of her, inside her forever, she would never move again. That wasn’t possible. Passion had burned away lust and she owed him the truth. “Are you all right?” She stared up at the dark ceiling and smiled. “Explain what you mean by ‘all right’.” He lifted his head and looked down at her. “Did I hurt you?” “No. You made me feel things I’ve never felt before but you didn’t hurt me.” His lips thinned and his brows drew together. “I have to explain what happened -- why it happened. A relative of mine went back on her word and interfered in my life. I don’t know exactly how she engineered all of this but I know she did.” She swallowed hard and shook her head. “You’re right in that she probably engineered our meeting and what happened here, but I know she would never go back on her word. The promise she gave her daughter is sacred to her.” Over her, he stilled. Muscle by muscle he stiffened until his body no longer molded to hers but crushed her into the bed. A wave of heat chased by cold washed through her. She’d meant to tell him, but not like that. There was no doubt he knew what she meant. In a rush that left her cold and naked, he pulled out of her and stood up. He looked like he was ready to fight as he glared down at her. His eyes raked her and she felt naked, stripped of more than her clothes. “Who are you?” His tone was ice. “Are you one of the fey? Did you create that storm? Couldn’t you get laid without tricking and drugging a man to do it?”
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A soundless gasp escaped her as his words drew blood. Slowly she sat up and drew the blanket around herself. Her eyes looked at him but were focused on a future she could see stretching before her more endlessly than her life as an immortal ever had. “Answer me.” His voice ripped the silence. “I’m human.” “Yet you know the fey.” He turned away from her, crouched in front of the old stove and tossed more fuel on the fire. He straightened and faced her, magnificently naked, all hard muscle and semi-erect penis. His face looked hard and unforgiving. She shivered. “I was fey.” “You were fey? It’s easy to switch back and forth and play with the humans?” She smiled sadly as she watched him. It was too soon to share what she’d done and why but she owed him an explanation. Alatarial and her indirect interference had changed everything. She’d given up her immortality for one night of sex rather than for the lifetime of love she wanted. She looked down at the blanket wrapped around her and shook her head. One night. Lifting her chin she met his fierce stare unflinchingly and smiled. “Becoming human is easy. All it takes is asking.” “Why would you ask?” For the first time Rayne understood why humans lied to each other. He didn’t want her but she wanted him enough to become mortal for the chance to have him. Just the chance. “Ten years ago I saw you for the first time.” He said nothing and his gaze didn’t waver. She pressed her lips together and forged on. “You bared your soul to the world through your pictures. You showed love and hate, beauty and destruction in ways that touched my heart. Watching you, learning who you were, I lost my heart.” Her voice caught and she blinked against the tears that stung her eyes. “All I wanted to do was meet you. I dreamed of more, of a life and love, but really, all I
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wanted was to meet you. I wanted the chance for us to get to know each other. I didn’t expect --” she waved her hand to indicate the cottage, the bed and themselves, “-- this.” He turned away and raked his fingers through his hair. “What does Alatarial have to do with this? You wouldn’t give up your immortality just to meet me.” He didn’t believe her but then, why would he? He’d been forced to have sex with a woman he’d never laid eyes on before and then he’d learned she was immortal, or at least she had been. “Alatarial had nothing to do with my choice of mortality though she did bestow it. Her word is law, to herself and everyone else. The promise she gave her daughter is a vow she would never break.” “Then there must be some damned big loop holes in that promise.” “Never bargain with the fey.” “I don’t intend to.” He paced the length of the cabin, his muscles bunching and sliding in an impressive display. She couldn’t keep her eyes off him. He wasn’t the most beautiful human male she’d ever seen but there was something about his rugged looks that endlessly fascinated her. “What happens now?” he demanded. “Now that you’ve had your fling with the mortal man and tried mortality on for size, do you go back to the fey and have a good laugh?” His bitter words arrowed into her, piercing her to the soul. He would never trust her. Fumbling her way out of the folds of blanket, she reached for her clothes with hands that shook. Her vision blurred, and her throat was too tight to swallow. “Go back?” she asked hoarsely. “Back to what?” She glanced at him, blinking to clear her vision. “I gave up my immortality. It isn’t something I can get back.” She focused on her clothes, struggling to pull the legs of her jeans right side out. If she could become immortal again she wouldn’t. How did Alatarial live with the death of her daughter? How was she supposed to live with the hollow empty feeling threatening to swallow her? She couldn’t face that forever.
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Something warm dripped on her cheek. Startled, she reached up and brushed it away but more moisture fell. Tears? She stared at her hand, the hollow in her chest becoming a black, gaping hole. Was this what being human was? Living with pain that never ended? Going through the motions of living while only existing? Closing her eyes she let the tears fall. Something warm and firm brushed her cheek. Her eyes flew open as she flinched. Aedan was standing in front of her brushing her tears away with his thumbs. “The fey don’t cry.” His expression was unreadable but there was something in his voice that made her shiver. “You gave up your immortality for me.” It wasn’t a question but she nodded anyway. It felt like her heart had stopped beating and her lungs had quit breathing. “You wanted more than friendship.” “Yes.” It was barely a whisper. He wasn’t walking away. Despite fear, fragile wings of hope unfurled inside her. “You wanted more than sex.” Her mouth opened but all she could do was nod. Why was he saying these things? His thumb slipped between her lips and brushed the delicate inner flesh. Her lips closed around him as heat shimmered through her. Was he toying with her? What did his touch mean? He pulled her jeans from nerveless fingers and let them fall to the floor. His fingers brushed her lips again before trailing down her face, her neck, her chest to cup her breasts. He rubbed her nipples and watched them tighten in response. “I never thought I would find someone I would take the chance on a lifetime with. The fey haven’t been kind to my family.” He lifted her breasts, weighing them, squeezing them and plucking at the hard crests.
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“I know.” She nodded, barely able to keep her eyes open as heat arrowed from his touch to her loins. Dread and hope mixed in dizzying swirls inside her. He wanted her physically. His cock wouldn’t be jutting at her like a pole if he didn’t. Did he want more than sex? “I still don’t trust the fey.” She looked up at him, her eyes blinded by tears she refused to let fall. “Don’t judge the fey too harshly. They aren’t intentionally cruel; they simply have no concept of time. For you, minutes fly by, fast and fleeting. For them time is limitless.” She couldn’t make him understand. She barely understood it herself. Every instant was felt by mortals. Sad, happy, bored. Emotion was wrung from every moment. Hope quivered and started to shrivel inside, stealing warmth and light. The storm outside raged but it didn’t scare her, not anymore. There was a cold wind growing inside her that even the warmth of his touch couldn’t fight. “No.” His hands cupped her face and tilted her chin up. “Open your eyes.” She shook her head. “Why? All I’ll see is the death of my hopes and dreams.” “What was your dream?” His tone was soft, almost a caress. She pressed her lips together as tears slipped down her cheeks. “You.” Her voice quivered. His lips touched hers. A sob shook her as she leaned into him. She opened her mouth to the touch of his tongue and welcomed him inside. He pulled back and his thumbs brushed her lips. “Heartless fey.” She cried out, hope crushed under the weight of his words. She tried to wrench free of him but his arms wrapped around her, holding her to him. “Please,” she pleaded. “Let me go.” “Let you go? Never. You’re my only chance.” His words sank into her mind and touched her heart. She stilled in his arms.
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Slowly, afraid to hope, terrified of feeling the cold wind rising, she opened her eyes to look at him. He pushed her back on the bed and lowered himself on top of her. His pelvis settled over hers and his thighs pushed hers apart until he was cradled in the vee of her legs. “What are you doing to me?” Her voice and body trembled. Emotions shook her. “Besides having sex?” He reached between them and parted her plump folds. His cock nudged her opening and he surged forward, pushing up into her, filling her. She cried out and lifted into his thrust. “I’m claiming you. I never have to worry about losing you to the fey, do I?” He surged into her, one powerful thrust after another. She shook her head as he moved inside her. “You love me, don’t you?” Her heavy lashes wanted to fall but she didn’t let them. Now wasn’t the time to hide. Not if she wanted a future. He pushed into her more forcefully, riding her with slow, powerful strokes. “You love me.” Deep, inner clenching began inside her as his thick length impaled her. Her legs wrapped around his hips. Under her hands his biceps felt like steel. “Yes. I love you.” She looked into his eyes as she bared her soul. He lowered his head and took her mouth in a hard, biting kiss. When he lifted his head his expression was one of pure male satisfaction, arrogant and sure. “I’m keeping you.” His body surged over and into hers, rubbing all along her length, taking her with his cock and imprinting his flesh on hers at the same time. She moaned and lifted into him, her nipples rubbing against his hard chest. Hope fluttered and grew inside her. “Make me fly again.” His mouth took hers, his tongue sweeping inside her as his cock drove into her. She gasped and writhed under him, held on tight as the world fell away and her body exploded with sensation.
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He lifted his torso from hers so he could ram into her faster and harder. She stared into his face, watched as his lips drew back and his neck corded. Her body shook with the power and speed of his penetration. The first jet of cum spurted from him to fill her. He groaned. She cried out as her orgasm crested again. They both shook as their bodies took over, their minds and their souls soaring together. Aedan collapsed on top of her, crushing her under him. She wriggled and his arms tightened around her, keeping her where she was. “Don’t move.” “I can’t breathe.” She pushed at his chest and he moved his torso to one side while keeping his hips firmly lodged between her thighs and his cock buried in her cunt. He turned her face to his and brushed her hair back from her forehead. “You’re really mine, aren’t you?” “Yes.” She pressed her hand over his heart. He was warm and vital and hers. “The fey lost you to me.” “Yes,” she laughed and hugged him. He sounded so smug. Fear tingled through her and she pulled back. “What if you’re still being affected by the dust?” He lowered his head, took her mouth in a fierce kiss. His tongue penetrated her mouth, retreated and penetrated again. He sucked her lower lip and then his tongue filled her again. His penis jerked against her when she sucked his tongue. They were both breathless when he lifted his head. His cock started to harden and grow inside her. “I don’t know about the dust but I’m willing to take the chance if you are.” His brows rose in arrogant challenge. “Are you?” She smiled a slow, siren’s smile and rocked her hips against him. “Yes. I definitely am.”
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