The Evolution of Fae and Gods (Chronicles of the Stone Veil 3)

And then he finally plants himself deep—so incredibly deep that I feel him through to my soul—and I lose his gaze as he throws his head back and roars out his release. It triggers me, and I buck under him as a violent orgasm hits me unaware.

My eyes close, and a weird barrage of images flash before my eyes.

All of Carrick’s face.

A Carrick I don’t know.

Laughing at me.

Smiling with love.

Teasing me mercilessly.

Admonishing me gently.

Listening intently.

It feels like a rubber band is stretched taut between Carrick and me, and then something snaps into place. I’m not sure if this is a premonition of our future, but the overwhelming feelings that tie my heart to my body’s physical reaction have me crying out his name from the intensity of it all, and I forget all about those images and instead ride the quakes of pleasure that overtake me.

I vaguely feel Carrick’s mouth on mine again, kissing me through our orgasms as if to seal the experience as some sort of pact.

He gentles the kiss, letting me free-fall back from the explosion, then drops some of his weight on me, which is oddly comforting. Pressing his face into the side of my neck, he murmurs, “So fucking beautiful.”

I can’t even respond. I don’t have words that could do justice to what I’m feeling. In fact, I don’t even understand how any of that could be real because it was too perfect.

Too… magical?

When I push at his shoulders, Carrick lifts his head. “Did you… was that… did you use some magic on me?”

His eyebrows shoot high. “I’m offended you’d suggest such a thing.”

I can feel the heat in my cheeks as they flame from embarrassment while I stutter, “It’s just… you did the whole tornado thing with my clothes disappearing and then well… um… there were many times that I, um…”

“Orgasmed?” he prods me.

I nod coyly, biting down into my lower lip. “It was intense.”

“Not magic, but there might be some demi-god prowess you were the recipient of,” he says with a grin.

But the humor is lost on me. “And then I saw flashes of you. But not you you. A different you. And there was a connection there I can’t explain. It felt like something snapped or maybe settled into place. I can’t explain it.”

Carrick frowns slightly, and, if I’m not mistaken, he seems slightly bothered by my words. But then it’s gone and he’s smiling. Bending down, he kisses me lightly. “I promise you there was no magic.”

“Oh, good,” I say on a sigh of relief. “Because… that just didn’t seem real.”

“No, it did not,” he murmurs gently, then his eyes start to twinkle. “This isn’t going to seem real either.”

“What?” I ask, eyebrow cocked high.

Carrick moves his hips, and I realize he’s still deep inside me and hard as steel. “Again, not magic, but there are definite demi-god strengths you’re getting ready to have a better understanding of.”

Drawing back his hips, he pushes back in slowly, and my eyes flutter closed as my arms loop over his shoulders. I smile upon a sigh, the feeling beyond exquisite.

And I know a connection was not only forged, but also sealed tonight.

We’re on borrowed time so I know this won’t be forever, but it doesn’t mean Carrick can’t have my heart in the interim.

CHAPTER 11

Finley

I lay in the middle of Carrick’s bed, snuggled under the covers while morning sunlight dappled by rain clouds filters in. He’s not beside me right now, but I’m too comfortable to go exploring to find him. I’m quite frankly, exhausted, as Carrick didn’t let up on me all afternoon and through the night.

Not that I’m complaining. I think I’ve been waiting my entire life for this.

After the second time we had sex in my bedroom, Carrick insisted on food. He had no qualms with walking gloriously naked into the kitchen, but why should he? He’s a freaking demi-god, and he’s perfection from his head to his toes.

Outside of the heat of passion, though, I had a good dose of modesty guiding my actions, so I snagged his shirt on the way out of the room and put it on. It swallowed me up, but it smelled like him, and I had to resist not pulling the material up to my nose to inhale.

Carrick gave me a side glance as I followed him in there and smirked that I’d covered my body. He fished around inside the refrigerator, and I shamelessly ogled his butt while he did so. He came out with some eggs and bacon and set about the kitchen completely at ease in not only his nudity, but also in his cooking abilities.

Until tonight, I didn’t know Carrick could actually cook but I suppose even demi-gods pick up a few human-like activities in almost five thousand years of living.