Pursuit (Through Time 1)

His kind had often declared that Fae had no souls, but she had one that glowed brightly for anyone to see. Her essence was a sunbeam, rays of bright shades of aqua glittered in her eyes, and they were always so full with emotion.

He wanted her for all time, but he knew it would never do. His people would object, but he didn’t give a rat’s ass! He was going to make her his—damn all else.

He took pleasure in pleasuring her; he was moved to the point of climax as he enticed her with his deft fingers.

He brought up her knees, and his dick rested in the fluff of her pretty nest. He took her hand and ran it over his hard, throbbing length. “Want that … want it now, beauty, och my beauty, how

I want ye?”

“Now … yes, yes … now …” she said on a hushed note of desire.

She moved and bumped at him and ground herself against him, and he knew he was bloody damn well out of control. She infused his body with heat. His blood bubbled and spelled out her name as he positioned his cock and rubbed it against her opening. “Och lass, ye be so warm and wet … so perfect …” he whispered as he entered.

She thrust into him, and he could wait no longer. He drove it home, and then suddenly he went very still.

“Och no … no! I dinna know—why dinna ye tell me? Did … did I hurt ye, love?”

“Oh fuck me—just keep fucking me … move it … keep moving it …” she answered, shocking him with the heat of her need.

He was her first, but he could see she must have learned a thing along the way to this moment. And then she shocked him again as she eyed him saucily and added, “Well … big man …?”

He had not expected that even though he had noticed early on that for a Fae she did not seem very skilled in the art of dalliance. In fact, he had thought any number of times when he flirted with her that she came near to blushing.

This was a new and captivating experience for him.

As he held her and worked himself inside her, a swelling of emotion surged through his mind and heart, and it tore through his throat in a harsh whisper. “Mine, Seelie Princess … now ye be mine!” And he drove home all his meaning.

~ Ten ~

THEIR LOVEMAKING HAD taken her to another place in her mind, and she found him there. A bonding. Wolves imprinted on one another. Fae, when they met their destined mate, did much the same and called it bonding.

But he was not a Fae. Did he feel it? Did he feel the bond that made her forever his?

Would she be destined to be tied to Chancemont LeBlanc for eternity while he went off with others? The thought made her want to die.

She closed her eyes and snuggled her ass firmly into the lap his legs made up against her. He had taken her in ways she had never believed were possible, in ways she wanted to repeat over and over.

She had not thought she could so easily climax … so many times. His fingers had played her. His tongue and the way he used it …

He had used his cock to probe her from behind while two fingers pleasured her—what did he call it?—her love nest. She smiled to herself, and as she moved he woke up. His hand immediately cupped her breast.

“I love your tits, woman …” he whispered and kissed her neck in sleepy fashion.

He called her lass, he called her woman, and in his arms that was what she was—his woman. She forgot that she was a Royal Fae with obligations and another world—a world she would have to return to one day. The thought of ever leaving him hurt so much she cringed.

He felt it and came out of dozing to ask worriedly, “What, love—what is it?”

“Nothing,” she whispered and held the hand that cupped her breast. He immediately became aroused and totally awake.

“Is it more ye want then?” He snuggled into her neck as his cock beat a rhythm against her butt.

She marveled at his stamina. “Are you not tired …?”

“Whist with ye, sweetheart, tired am I?” Thus saying he slipped his cock into her from behind and started her up.

All logic and thoughts of the future were set aside as she gave herself over to his magical dance.

He groaned and lifted her by the waist onto her hands and knees so he could kneel behind her. Her cupped the tuft of hair between her thighs as he rocked his dick inside her and teased her hard, tingling nipple with his free hand.