Finding Faerie (Pixie Dust Chronicles 3)

He stared at the throbbing pulse point on my neck. “Yes, that would be fine.”

I pulled my hair over my shoulder and cocked my head to the side. “The neck it is then!”

He turned me towards the mirror by my shoulders. “You need to watch this.”

“Why?”

He met my eyes in the mirror. “Because you need to look for evidence that I might be losing control. Pay close attention to my body language; it would become more rigid in the early stages. You need to focus, my love. You cannot allow the pleasure of my bite to consume you.”

Oh cripes, why did he have to bring that up? Now all I could think about was chasing the Big O. “What if I can’t help it?”

His fingers bit into my shoulders. “You must. If you miss the early warning signs, then look for changes in my eye color. If I lose control, my irises will turn into a dark shade of red. If you see that, I’m not in my right mind. You need to promise me that you’ll do whatever is required to protect yourself.”

“What if your eyes are closed?”

“I will keep them open.”

“But what if you forget?”

He sighed. “You are exasperating, woman.”

I smirked. “I’m just trying to keep it real.”

He smiled. “If I forget, and that’s a big if, then ask me to open them. If I refuse, take that as a bad sign.”

I saluted. “Yes, sir!”

He rolled his eyes. “Are you done now?”

I caught a glimpse of his injuries as he shifted. Well, that sobered a girl right up. I nodded my head in agreement. “Let’s do this.”

He pulled back the collar of my robe. “Eyes on me, my dear.”

I did as I was told, and focused solely on what was happening through our reflections. His fangs lengthened as he brushed my hair to the side and traced a finger down the length of my neck, over the rise of my jugular. I may or may not have been a little turned on from that. Okay, there was no maybe about it. Of course I was.

“You ready?”

“Uh huh,” I whispered.

I felt a quick sting as his fangs penetrated my skin. That turned into unbelievable pleasure as he started to drink. Oh God, so much fucking pleasure. I had to grip the countertop to steady myself. A thin line of blood dripped down my neck. I was fascinated as it rolled past my collarbone, disappearing into the valley between my breasts. I knew that I was supposed to be watching him for safety purposes, but the mirror was only increasing the overwhelming lust that I was feeling. It felt like I was having an out of body experience. I was a voyeur into my own life and it was hot.

I was so turned on, I ached. The blood from earlier had soaked through every layer of clothing, so all I was wearing was this robe. I could feel my desire coating my inner thighs. I tried clenching my legs together to ease the ache, but that only made it worse as my needy parts now had some friction to work with. I bit my lip hard enough to draw blood, but a wanton moan still escaped.

Our eyes met in the mirror. I was watching him, and he was watching me. His body was molded to mine, his front to my back. There was nothing rigid about him at all. Well, that’s not entirely true. There was one particular body part that was as stiff as they come, insistently pressing into my behind. His eyes were glazed over, but they were still a beautiful shade of blue. He appeared to be as lost in the moment as I was.

The burns were healing before my eyes. New skin had formed over his shoulder, down to his torso, ending at his sinewy thigh. There was no longer any charred flesh, but he was still pulling deeply from my vein. His hands had moved from my shoulders to my ribs; his fingers dug into my sides, holding me in place. The mother of all orgasms was close. So close. I didn’t want him to stop until she made an appearance. Hell, I didn’t know if I ever wanted him to stop. This man owned me, body and soul.

I closed my eyes as he tugged deeper, grinding his erection into my backside. A moment later, his arms banded tightly around my torso. Too tightly. I opened my eyes and saw that his lids were now closed. “Leo, open your eyes.” No response. I reached back and tugged on his hair. “Leo!”

His eyes popped open and two perfectly round garnets were staring back at me. Shit.

Just as fast, his eyes returned to normal. Panting, he retracted his fangs and rested his head on my shoulder. “My love, I’m so sorry. It’s okay…I’m okay.”

“You sure? You scared me.”

“Positive.” He pulled down the back of my robe and kissed my shoulder blade. “The power…it’s so much. Too much. Every instinct inside of me is screaming for more. I need…I need to channel the energy…in a different way.”

“How so?” I was pretty sure I knew where he was going with this, but I needed the words. I gasped as he continued placing feather light kisses on my back, his hands now skimming across my stomach. God, this man knew how to prime my body even when I was slightly freaked out. He was either that good, or I was seriously messed up. Probably a little of both.