The Fae King's Dream (Between Dawn and Dusk #2) - Jamie Schlosser Page 0,42

hand, he uses the other to palm my waist as he presses his erection against me. “I have half a mind to veer off course and go have my way with you in the woods.”

“But you won’t.”

I’m provoking him on purpose. It’s fun to toy with him, but I’m also torturing myself in the process. As his cock grinds against my tailbone, my nipples stiffen to painful points. With a trembling hand, I reach up to twirl some of Damon’s hair around my finger.

“You know,” he begins, his tone casual and light. “When I was a kid, my father and I used to sit by the lake together.”

The change in subject has me lifting my head to look at the water to our right. Moonlight reflects on the dark surface, and tiny multi-colored glowing rocks line the shore.

“He told me the breeze out here was the best smell in the world.” Damon sweeps my hair to the side and every word he speaks is a caress to my neck. “I was too young to have many scents to compare it to, but I agreed with him anyway. Now, I know he was wrong. There’s one exception.” As he runs his nose along my pulse point, I wait for him to continue, “You.”

“I smell good to you?”

A quiet groan comes from his throat. “You make my mouth water. I’d give anything—literally anything—for a taste of you.”

I bite my lip. I can guess where he wants to lick me, and I’d let him. Right now.

I don’t know what’s happening to me. In the past, I’ve never considered myself to be a very sexual person. I was content to be single, to live in my fantasy world, to be best friends with my parents.

The thought of Mom and Dad douse my arousal, replacing it with a deep sadness. I can’t believe they’re gone. I’ll never see their smiles again. Never hear my dad’s awful singing. Never witness the love they had for each other.

As if Damon can sense the shift in my mood, he places a lingering kiss on my temple and goes back to gripping the reins while resting his hands on top of my thighs.

“Where’s your dad now?” I ask, hoping his answer is a happy one.

“In the human realm. Both my parents are. They spent the better half of a millennium searching for you, but hopefully they’ll be back soon now that you’re here.”

That raises my spirits a bit. “I’m that important to them?”

I feel him nod. “You’re my soul mate, which makes you my future wife and the mother to their grandchildren.”

“Do you think they’ll like me?” I can’t keep the eagerness out of my voice. Damon’s parents could never replace mine, but I’d like to have a mom and dad in my life.

“They already do.”

My eyebrows furrow. “But I’ve never met them.”

“Yeah, you did.”

“When?”

“So… the dark sky park?” He sounds slightly guilty. “My parents are the owners.”

“The hippies?” I ask, surprised as I picture his father’s long dreadlocks and his mother’s honey-blond hair.

The two times they came by the aquatic center, they were both decked out in bright Hawaiian print florals, like they were tourists on a tropical island trying really hard to fit in. I remember thinking they seemed like care-free spirits when they ordered slushies from the concession stand and whipped out their own mini umbrellas to put in their cups.

Maybe Damon and I aren’t talking about the same people. “They didn’t have pointy ears.”

I feel him nod. “They’ve been in the human realm long enough that they adapted.”

Oh, right. “But they’re not old enough to be your parents.”

“You’re forgetting something, my little carrot. Fae don’t age the same way humans do. We stop changing at twenty-five, and we won’t get gray hair or wrinkles until about fifteen thousand years.”

My mouth opens and closes, though no sound comes out. I can’t seem to find words. Fortunately, Damon continues, “Our lifespan is up to thirty thousand years, Whitley. That is, if we don’t get killed by something else.”

My chest aches at the reminder of death. “Like iron?”

“Only if it touches the heart. Burns like the fire of the Day Realm suns in other places, but it’ll heal.”

I don’t want to talk about iron poisoning, so I change the subject back to his parents. “They tricked me. The weekend giveaway was a setup, wasn’t it? I should’ve known I wasn’t lucky enough to win that contest.”

“You’re lucky enough to be mine.” Coming from anyone else, that would sound