Marcus chuckled and I felt his lips on the back of my neck. “Your parents had a good time last night.”
Didn’t I know it. Whoever was talking was totally right. I’d felt my Fae father’s magic spark to life as Marcus and I had headed for our tent. We’d spent hours by the stream. We hadn’t even talked. He’d simply sat with me. I’d been reflecting on everything that had happened, everything I’d learned. I’d been sulking.
And then I’d been in his arms. Marcus had hauled me up even as we’d seen Taggart doing the same to his wife. They’d disappeared into their tent. Kelsey had been informing Dean that he’d better strengthen the wards in their tent or things were going to get weird.
The good news was Dean was excellent with preventative magics. When I’d asked Marcus if Dean should do the same for us, he’d growled my way and I’d found myself on my back with his mouth on mine before I could take another breath.
And then I hadn’t wanted to do anything but be with him. All my doubt and fear had flown away and I’d let go of any thought but the pleasure he could give me. We’d ridden that wild magic all night, only falling into an exhausted, satisfied sleep sometime before dawn.
“Great, yeah, you had an awesome time,” the voice complained. “You and Charlotte will likely have a couple of kids by this time next year. So will Dante and Kaja, though I worry about them because they stayed out in the woods, and I’m pretty sure she was the one making the wolf howl sounds. And Kelsey and the kid apparently had way better wards than me. I had myself and my hand and no lube, Tag. No freaking lube at all. And what the hell happened out here? I don’t think all these plants were here last night. And where did all the freaking pixies come from?”
Marcus turned me over and I stared up at those night-dark eyes I’d come to adore. “Mr. Miles has taken exception to the fertility magic. He was left to patrol, and apparently it didn’t go well.”
I laughed, a thing I hadn’t thought I would do for a long time. “Well, that magic was far stronger than the wards.”
He gently eased himself between my legs, spreading them and letting me feel his cock against my core. “The wards worked. That was minor magic compared to what your father can do. I’ve felt it full on, and what hit us last night was nothing.”
That was news to me. It had felt pretty strong. It had filled me with lust and sweet need. I wasn’t the only one. “Oh? Then why were you so insatiable?”
“That, my dear, was your magic.” He lowered his head and kissed me before I could protest that I didn’t have any magic. “That was the magic that comes with being with the right person, the one you’ve waited for all of your long life. I will never get enough of you.”
He kissed me again and it didn’t matter that the air wasn’t thick with sex magic. He was right. We could make our own magic in this way. I wrapped my arms around his chest as he thrust inside me.
This was where I wanted to be every minute of the day. He’d invaded my soul, and I couldn’t imagine a single day without this man.
“I want to wake every day to this,” he said as he filled me. He lowered his forehead to mine and held himself there as though he wanted a moment to revel in the feeling.
Warmth. Fullness. Desire. Love. That was what I felt as he started to thrust in and out. He lifted his head and stared down at me as though he wanted every connection we could have—body, mind, soul.
He ground his pelvis against mine, stroking my clitoris as he found my sweet spot. It made me cry out, and I didn’t care if anyone heard. I wrapped my legs around him tighter and let my nails find the flesh of his back. I could be as savage as I felt. It only made Marcus hotter.
It only made him fuck me harder, and I couldn’t think of anything better than that.
He buried his face in my neck, never letting up on the hard thrust of his cock inside me. Then his fangs pierced and I swear I saw stars. The pleasure throbbed inside