Dodging Calamities (Artemis University #7) - Erin R Flynn Page 0,49
to sell me, which makes you a supe trafficker, and the lowest form of filth. We’re enemies already, and believe me that I’ll still be the one standing if we come to blows.”
That made him flinch. He was a man who was used to using his wealth and power to fight—his magic too—but not his actual person. And I would. I would throw down and take him down.
What kind of idiot wouldn’t already be planning for that, given how much Julian had told me?
Mr. Craftsman tried one more time for me with my barrier still up, but seemed rattled, and even more so when something happened with the game and the fans above us erupted in cheering. He threw out some threats and left, leaving us alone in a deserted hallway.
We didn’t move for several moments, both of us probably reeling from what happened.
I gasped when Julian spun me around and moved me over to the wall. “You shouldn’t have done that. I could take what he’d do. You shouldn’t have poked at him, and certainly not for me. Not after all I’ve—not after how I’ve…”
I didn’t know what to say, staring at him, my heart hurting for him. Hurting for us. He wouldn’t have given me over. I believed him, and not for what he said about the shortsightedness. I knew that was just to get the guy to back off. No, Julian would have done anything to protect me. I’d seen it in his eyes. His resolve had been absolute.
He would have given his life to protect me right then, and I knew it down to my soul. It wasn’t about my power or the magic that intrigued him. He loved me. He would have sacrificed himself for me because he loved me.
Even more than his mind if they had melted it taking off the magical tattoo protecting me.
I don’t know who reached for whom first. I don’t know if I gave a signal or he did. I couldn’t say what happened or why it even started… But it did.
I blinked and we were kissing, me cupping his face, holding him to me as his hands moved all over me, his body pressing me into the wall. People cheered again, and I changed the barrier to block it all out, and from anyone seeing or hearing us. I didn’t even think about doing it, I just did it.
We moaned as he grabbed my breast and he took off my shirt. I undid my bra, whimpering when his big hands touched my hot skin and massaged my breasts. I missed this, missed his touch so, so much. I begged for more when he kissed along my neck and hurried with his jeans.
His shirt was gone too then, and I didn’t even bother taking off my shoes, hurrying to get my jeans off enough so he could have me. He wanted more than sex, turning me around and taking my jeans down my hips as he knelt behind me. His mouth found my pussy lips and it was as good as I remembered. For all of his damn faults, the man knew how to please a woman.
He was so intense. He paid attention to every moan, every twitch, and every indication of anything I liked. It was like he had telepathy.
“Julian,” I cried out as I came, dying for him, aching for him to be inside of me again. He was the first man to truly make love to me and there was something to that, a bond, either as a woman or as a fairy, that gave him a piece of my soul I would always need, always long for if he wasn’t with me.
It sounded like bullshit, but I’d read as much in fairy journals. We loved completely and it hurt us more than others when things went wrong. It was why so many fairies weren’t monogamous and played the field. After they were hurt once, it took a long, long time for them to heal.
Some thought it was why we lived so much longer than other supes. I had no idea, but right then, as I felt like I could touch that part of my soul he had forever, I believed it.
“Julian, please,” I begged as he kept licking me.
“I have to taste more of you,” he moaned. “I’ve missed the taste of my sweet fairy. I’ve missed every inch of you.”
It was hard to argue when he was trying to give me another orgasm.