“God, yes,” she purrs as she arches her back. “That’s what I needed.”
Fuck, me too. But I don’t let her know that.
Her eyes lock onto mine, and her normally pale blue artic orbs of ice seem to flare with heat. Leveraging her body with her hands on my chest, she starts to ride me.
Not soft and slow, but a hard bounce on my stick that makes her tits bounce. Eliana is clearly going to get to where she needs to go, but before I can even question why I’m doing it, I decide to help her along. I grab one hip to guide her movements while bringing my other hand to her clit, rolling it between my thumb and forefinger.
She cries out from the sensation, bouncing harder, and I can feel my orgasm gathering in my balls. I grit my teeth, wanting to hold on because truthfully, this might be the best sex in, well… I can’t remember. A long damn time ago, that’s when.
I rub at her clit harder, wanting to see her come one more time.
Needing to see it.
Eliana makes mewling noises as she rides me, her hands going to her nipples to twist them. I think it’s the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.
I know she starts to come when her pussy clamps down hard on me and her head falls back as she cries out. Her muscles ripple around me as it starts, and I give her clit a little pinch.
She bucks, cries out again, and then… what one could only describe as magical, crimson-colored wings burst from Eliana’s shoulder blades and fan out to the sides as she gives over to the orgasm.
Fuck, it’s beautiful, and it triggers my own release. I have to concentrate every bit of my focus on riding out the pleasure she caused to explode within me, forcing my own wings to stay tucked where they belong. Letting them out in a moment of pleasure has meaning, and I’m not going to give that to her.
I come deep inside her, hot and spurting, and it goes on and on and on. The entire time, Eliana rotates her hips, greedily wringing every drop she can take before finally giving a low moan of satisfaction.
Her eyes open slowly, and she gazes down.
Not in triumph.
Not in satisfaction.
Not even in gratitude.
I can see it in her eyes—while she got what she wanted, she hated it was me as much as I hated it was her.
“I’m not going to apologize,” she says bitterly, her hands coming to rest on her thighs as she sits back a little. My cock is still hard inside her, completely happy to stay snugly in her warmth.
“We both got off,” I say with a shrug. “Although you apparently can’t control yourself,” I taunt with a pointed look at her red-feathered wings.
Eliana’s head turns left, then right, taking in the gloriousness of each spread-out length, the feathers glossy and soft as silk. A small smile comes to her lips—pride in their beauty—and I know my taunt missed its mark.
She twists, gaze returning to mine, and she slowly lifts her hips. The slide of her wet flesh along mine causes me to groan, and then she’s pushing back down.
She folds her wings in until they’ve fully disappeared. Her expression is hard. “I can feel it starting again. Can you keep going?”
Since that was the best sex in forever, despite the fact she’s my enemy, I give her a curt nod. “As many times as you need.”
And that’s a fact. Whatever drug is causing her to need this continual release, it’s no match against my stamina. As a Light Fae, I can fuck for weeks at a time and never slow down.
Her hands come back to my chest where they rest lightly before she says, “Thank you.”
I nod.
“I still hate you, Bluff Dweller,” she adds.
“Hate you too, Meadowlander,” I reply before roughly flipping her over on her stomach and driving in hard from behind. She cries out in pleasure, and I nearly pass out from how good it feels. I plunge a hand into her long hair, wrap it up tight, and jerk her head to the side so she can see me through lust-bleared eyes. And for the first time ever, I lean forward, put my mouth against my sworn enemy’s, and kiss her.
CHAPTER 4
Eliana
Brevala
It feels good to be back home in Brevala, especially since the Meadowlands are warm with spring air that smells of the wildflowers growing in the valley. When Brevala was created as an alternate universe for Light Fae to dwell in, it was done with exquisite care to make this the most beautiful place in the cosmos. I’ve traveled the world many times over, and I can say with absolute certainty there is no prettier place.
I’m here for a short visit. The Festival of Creation starts tomorrow and is being held in the land of Faere, where our queen, Nimeyah, lives. Most of the Light Fae live there, too, leading quite boring lives filled with endless parties and social engagements.