“He’s just beating himself up for pushing you too hard. Maybe give him some time to think it over and go talk to him later," he suggests. “He needs to stew a little.” His words hold a sharp edge I know isn’t directed at me, which is surprising because he’s always the peacekeeper of the group. Then again, I wouldn't be happy if I had to watch one of them writhe in pain for hours.
Now that I can move again, I crawl over to his side and snuggle in. He looks like he needs the contact just as much as Emrick does.
“Can we talk more about the ghosts in the winter lands?” It’s a distraction tactic at its finest, but I’ve been dying to ask more. Training just took over and I haven’t found a good chance. He mentioned before that I would probably be able to see them once bonded, if I can’t already. My dad was apparently a winter fae, which means I should have a strong winter affinity, seeing the dead included. The idea sends an excited shiver down my spine, the thought of seeing a ghost both terrifying and intriguing.
“The spirits of the dead tend to travel to winter so they can be seen and heard. The legends say the strongest and wisest spirits become one with the Spirit of Faerie and after hearing your description of meeting the spirit, I believe that. Fae believe that all souls become one with the land, adding their magic and life force to sustain it. Those that don’t join the spirit or land, roam the lands of winter restlessly, kind of like our version of limbo,” he explains. When Gerwyn gets into his explanations, his whole being seems to light up. I could listen to his silky, smooth voice for hours and never tire of it.
“Are they ever violent or evil?” The thought alone doesn’t make me want to investigate winter. Not that I have much of a choice.
“Some are just lost, not ready to pass over. Others are angry and can be dangerous. I’m preparing for the worst, because the war took so many lives. Dying in the midst of so much pain and chaos, probably doesn’t lead to peaceful souls," he explains.
“So, it’s going to be creepy," I deadpan. He chuckles but doesn’t deny it. “And how do we fight against a ghost?”
“I’ll protect you," he teases as he leans in to capture my mouth in a kiss. We’ve all reached the stage where we can’t keep our hands to ourselves. They’ve always got a hand on my lower back, a brush of their fingers against mine, or if face to face like this… kissing.
Gerwyn isn’t timid or shy with me now, instead leaning in and pressing his lips harder to mine, directing my head with a hand fisted in my long platinum locks, while leaning over and kissing me hard. I moaned into his mouth, flattening my body to his needing to lessen the space between us. All thoughts of sleep are long faded, overshadowed by my need to feel every inch of Gerwyn against my body.
With fingers dancing softly over my skin, he slips his hands under my tunic, learning every inch of me. My skin feels like it’s on fire, his icy hands sending tendrils of intense cold over my heated skin. The mix of my body heat and his winter magic have my entire soul alive. The light touches send shivers down my spine and a wave of heated desire straight to my pussy.
Needing to see my winter knight, I deepen the kiss and run my hand down his body until I find his belt. Hard muscles and a light dusting of hair trail down to the leather at his waist. I tug at it, trying to work it free while my other hand is knotted in his soft, silver hair. Apparently I’m taking too long to get his belt off, because his hands stop being gentle and he becomes more demanding, pausing long enough to untie it for me. All the while I work his clothes free until there’s no longer a barrier of clothing between us.
The sight of Gerwyn’s naked form is breathtaking. He hides all of his corded muscles under his baggy clothes. His long, lean body is secretly tattooed, the beautiful symbols run up and down his torso. Now all I can think about is licking my way down his body. I don’t even realize I’m staring for too long until a soft chuckle breaks my trance.
“Like what you see, beautiful?” he asks while shifting to slowly peel away my clothes now. He runs his tongue down the side of my neck before he bites down at the juncture of my shoulder. The sting of pain has me hissing and arching into him, but it’s replaced quickly by pleasure. My head involuntarily tilts to the side, giving him better access, a soft moan falling from my lips. That seems to ignite his fire even more and all pretenses of my gentle Wyn are gone. He flips me over and I gasp in surprise. He ignores my undignified squeal and instead focuses on leaving a heated trail of kisses and small bites down my back. Goosebumps erupt on my skin and my breath comes in short pants; I’ve never felt so alive. As he reaches the cur
ve of my ass, he gives it a light smack, chuckling softly, his warm breath a soft whisper on my already sensitive skin.
“On your hands and knees, beautiful," he orders, his voice heated and thick, yet firm. I do as he says, his dominance only makes me ache for him more. Drawing myself up on my hands and knees, I wait not so patiently for what’s next. His hand settles on my back, pushing me into the bedroll. His fingers dance over my pussy, teasing me as if I’m not already waiting for him. I sink further into the position, parting my legs even further to beg him silently for more. The moment his fingers find my clit, teasing it like he’s known my body for years, I can’t keep my voice down. It’s like my voice and my body are his to command and I wouldn’t want it any other way.
“Quiet, Bella. If you get any louder we may have company, and I want you all to myself this time," he growls. The low rasp to his voice sends another shiver down my spine and I grind into his hand as he continues to tease me. Before I can start begging again, he thrusts his cock into me with one quick movement. It’s so sudden I gasp, but it turns into a moan as he starts to fuck me.
“Beautiful, you feel amazing," he groans as his hips slam into me, fisting his hand in my long hair and tugging back so I’m forced to look at him. His eyes meet mine and his lips tip into a dark smile that promises he’s not finished with me yet.
Teeth bite into the juncture of my shoulder before he sucks hard, the sting of pain forgotten almost immediately as he shifts and slows his pace. This time it feels even better, less hurried and more purposeful. Each time he fills me with his cock a delicious shiver works through me, pleasure coiling in my stomach and slowly engulfing me in its flames.
His fingers snake around us, teasing my clit with each thrust, my orgasm slamming into me so hard I have to bite my lip to keep from screaming. The taste of copper fills my mouth as my pussy clamps around him. His movements become more desperate, using me for his own pleasure now.
Bruising fingers hold me in place, which is probably for the best since I could barely hold myself up. With one last thrust he leans over me, pressing his chest to my back as he fills me with his cum.
He mercifully rolls us to our sides, but he keeps my leg hooked over his, his softening cock still inside me. We don’t talk, just relaxing slowly as our rapid breathing slows. He slowly nips at my shoulder as he snuggles me, fingertips tracing my skin. Moments later I feel him growing hard again and I glance back at him, surprised.
“I’m not a human," he teases, laughing at my surprise. “We can stop if you’re tired, beautiful.”
Instead of answering I grind back into him, ripping a moan from his mouth. I smile, loving the effect I have on him. He doesn’t feel the need to be as quick and rough again, instead he brings back his sweet and gentle side. He slowly slides in and out of me as he nibbles the side of my neck. The sensation of his mouth and the slow thrusts have my body coming alive all over again. Despite the gentleness of our love making, my orgasm feels stronger this time. I’m practically shaking as my climax approaches. Desperate to cum, I reach down and run my fingers along my clit, helping myself along. He growls in my ear at the sight, never breaking his steady rhythm.
We come together, his arms wrapping around me in quite possibly the best hug of my life. The sensitivity in my body is at an all time high and he thankfully pulls out, though he continues to hold me close. It’s like being wrapped in the best blanket, the outside world shielded by his embrace.
Bowen’s voice cuts through our bubble and I startle. “You two about done?”
“Don’t be jealous. You had your turn," Gerwyn says in a lazy voice, unbothered by the interruption.
“I am a bit jealous, but really I wanted to see how our queen is doing after that brutal training today." He grimaces at the mention of training. “Though apparently you’re better if Gerwyn was able to fuck you. He’s hardly gentle," Bowen chuckles and I don’t bother to correct him. Though our second round was gentle.
“I’m better now, Emrick healed me after Wyn put him in his place," I say. Gerwyn reaches over and pulls a blanket over us.
“Good. He was far too intense. I did want to encourage you not to judge him too harshly, though.” His lips tipped down in a frown. “We’ll explain to him you need to go a bit slower and use your magic and abilities. He just saw too many people die in the Dark War. He doesn’t want to lose you too, darling," his voice is encouraging, and I just groan, hating the guilt I feel.
“Fine. I’ll go find him in a few minutes," I concede. Stretching once last time, I kiss Gerwyn’s shoulder and stand up. No longer shy in front of them, I walk over to the basin of water, so I can freshen up. After I change clothes I hurry over to Bowen, giving him a quick kiss before slipping out of the tent.