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  The moment his pants were undone, I felt the tiny hairs leading to his most prized possession under my fingertips. I was normally one for foreplay and taking my time, but this was different, this was primitive -- raw. I wanted to have him in me now, and I didn’t want to delay it any longer. I reached down and tried to cup him in my hands. He was long, hard, and too big for me to hold steady with just one hand. I moved my other hand around and let it slide along his smooth shaft. He tightened in my hand as he reached around my body, easing me to the soft earth.

  His kisses came quicker now, moving down towards my breasts. The minute his warm lips drew my nipple in, I cried out. I pulled at his body to get him to take me, touch me, fuck me.

  Rowan let my swollen nipple fall free from his lips. “You taste so sweet, but this is only a small sample of all that you have to offer. I have to taste you, Mackenzie. Let me taste you.”

  My body burned for him and I screamed out for him to taste me, taste all of me. He ran his long fingers down the length of my body, finding my clit swollen and my pussy drenched for him. I cried out when he ran his fingers over my nub. He edged a finger into me slowly, swirling it around, before pumping it in and out of me. My legs quivered. I bit my lip to avoid digging my nails into his back as my orgasm took control of me.

  I’d had many partners before him and none had ever brought me to orgasmic peak with just one touch. If he could do that with just the stroke of his finger, imagine what he could do with other things.

  Rowan pulled his finger from my body and brought it to his lips. Seeing him lick my cream from his fingertip drove my body into another state of need. His gaze met mine and he gave me a wicked little smile, before placing his finger in my mouth, allowing me to savor the fruits of his labor. “You like that, don’t you?”

  “Mmm,” I said, sucking on his finger. “I want to taste you, too.”

  He reached down and grabbed hold of his rigid cock. “I’d like to feel your lips wrapped around me.”

  I rolled to my knees and went for him, cupping him in my hand, as I licked the mushroom shaped head of his cock. I slid my mouth over his silken shaft and worked my way down him. He gripped my hair, encouraging me to take all of him. His cock was to the back of my throat before I was to the base, so I brought my hands up to help. I worked the base, rolling his balls around gently, as I moved my head up and down on him. Pre-come leaked into my mouth and I licked the tiny hole at the top of his cock, causing more to flow.

  I gently scraped my teeth along the sides of his shaft. Rowan cried out and pulled my head to his body, tighter, thrusting his hips forward. He fucked my mouth and let his magik build. I opened the door to my power as well, as I cupped him in my hand and took him in my mouth. His sac tightened, his balls pulled up and hot seed filled my mouth, hitting the back of my throat. I swallowed and sucked until every last drop of him had spilled out.

  “Ah … Mackenzie, oh….” he panted. He eased my body back to the ground and positioned his head between my legs. He took a deep breath in. “Goddess, the smell of your cunt is making me hard again.”

  He parted my slit and pushed his fingers into my creamy channel. Rowan’s mouth slid over my clit and he sucked gently on it, causing my legs to shake. I thrashed around, clutching the ground, trying hard to find anything to center myself. I’d never been so out of control in my life and I wanted more.

  “Rowan, please … please fuck me.”

  He pulled back slowly from me and slid up and over me. His lips came crashing down on mine. The taste of my sex on his mouth made me crazy with lust. I bit at him, drinking him down. The head of his cock waited at my entrance, but he didn’t move. I tried pulling on his strong arms to get him to enter me sooner. I felt the head of his cock ready to dive in. He teetered with amazing skill on the edge of my opening. I tugged harder on him, but he did not budge.

  “Are you sure this is what you want?” he asked, his voice full of concern.

  I slid my hands into the back of his long brown hair. It was impossible for a faerie to lie during moments of passion. That, if anything, was our one fatal flaw. Many a murder plot had been foiled throughout our history by way of secrets coming out in the bedroom. I looked into his dark eyes. Everything about him was perfect. I felt as though I’d known him all my life. Could this warrior be the one I’d been waiting for?

  “Yes,” I said with the utmost certainty, and with that, he entered me. I cried out. He was so large, both in width and in length, that I wasn’t sure I could handle him. To my delight, my tightness eased and I opened enough to form around him perfectly. I gasped as I sheathed his entire thick mass.

  Rowan pulled himself out slowly. I thought he was going to exit me completely, but he plunged back down hard, sending shock waves of pleasure throughout my body. My magik was building slowly, trying to come to the surface and I could smell his building as well. The faint scent of lilacs in the morning dew filled my head.

  It was common for a faerie to secrete a scent from nature during moments of passion. We are after all the caretakers to it, so it is not considered abnormal. What was abnormal was the honeysuckle smell that soon followed. Only the most powerful of faeries had enough magik to release more than one scent. He was very powerful, so much so that it caught me off guard. I had not expected the King to send someone with this much magik to review the conditions of my marriage to his son. My stomach tightened hard as my power threatened to tear free of my body.

  I repeated the word “yes” over and over again, as Rowan, the wondrous lover that I’d just found, ground my body into the earth. My toes tingled and the sensation moved up my inner legs to my groin, where it left me throbbing, pulsating, and crying out in delight. I pushed my body hard up towards him, and let my magik spill out. It hit him with such a force that he cried out as he thrust himself into me, filling me with his powerful juices. He collapsed on me, and lay there quietly for a moment, still housed deep within me.

  “Mackenzie.”

  “Yes,” I said, breathlessly.

  “I fear that you have indeed stolen my heart.”

  I grabbed hold of the sides of his face and pulled it up so I could look into his dark eyes. It’d been rumored throughout faerie history that it was possible to fall in love with another with just one touch, but it was not common. It was much more common for a faerie to go through his or her life with hundreds of different partners, never finding one that pulled on your heart strings and made you forget that anything but them existed. But, Rowan had just confessed his love for me. I knew he spoke the truth, we were in the height of a passionate moment and that’s what terrified me the most.

  “No, you must forget about love. You must only ever regard this as casual pleasure, nothing more. Do you understand?”

  He tipped his head slightly, looking a bit love struck. “I’ve tasted your power and I have no doubt we were meant for one another. I will not deny my feelings for you.”

  He hardened, flexing his cock deep within me. I wanted him to take me again, but I feared for his safety. I’d agreed in my contract not to bed a man I was in love with or who loved me. Casual sex was completely acceptable, and for the most part, encouraged. Only a few Fae unions forbade this, and my contract with Prince Elwyn did not. However, sex with love was forbidden. Sex with love for a faerie could result in a child and for the sake of royal blood remaining pure, it was strictly forbidden. The pressure of his full erection took my mind off of my problems at hand and I fell into a state of need, not worry.

  My body craved Rowan’s, as I’d never craved anyone before. I wanted to allow him to take me any way he could. After a moment of pulling and tugging at him, I managed to get him to let me turn my body around. I pulled my knees up and under me. The soft earth felt glorious on my hands. I let Mother Nature’s power crawl through my veins and deep within me. Humans have grossly underestimated the rejuvenation properties of nature for centuries now. We faeries are more than aware of how magnificent nature truly is.

  I waited
on all fours as Rowan moved his strong body behind mine. His hand inched up to find my dripping wet entrance. His fingers twirled around within me, the trail of our mixed juices following as he pulled his fingers back out. I turned my head to watch him rub it along his shaft until it glistened. I wanted to lick it off but the need to have him buried in me was too great. I stayed in place.

  His gaze locked on mine and I knew in that moment he would belong to me for all eternity, if I decided to take him. He eased himself into my silk binding. Taking him this way, on my hands and knees, made him feel even larger. I hadn’t expected that. I screamed out with a mix of pleasure and pain. This only served to add strength to his already tremendous thrusts.

  “Oh, my….” I panted.

  “Does … this … please … you?” he asked between thrusts.

  Rowan slid his fingers into the back of my hair, clenching a handful of it tightly, as he rammed himself into me. He laid his body against mine, lessening his momentum, and reached his free hand up to cup my breast. I clenched my teeth, grinding down to find some sort of release for the pressure that brought so much pleasure to me. He moved his hands down, rimming the edges of my ass.

  “This will be mine soon, too,” he said with a low growl.

  I wanted to scream at him to be rougher, to take it and ram his cock deep within it. I wanted to demand that he push with all his might. I was crazy in the moment, and wanted him to take me past the edge of acceptable and into the realm of unexplained, but as our magik began to build I lost control and released it.

  Our bodies shook together as we climaxed, leaving me little chance to cry out anything more than a moan. Rowan pulled out and a small amount of his magikal juices dripped onto the back of my legs. It tickled as it ran down towards my knee. I giggled and flipped on to my back.

  He plopped down on the ground next to me, and took me into his arms. I snuggled close to his chest, feeling so safe and loved next to him.

  Loved?

  I had never felt loved in another man’s arms before. Did this mean that I had fallen for him as well? Even the one man whom I had fallen for prior to Rowan, had never seemed to reciprocate the feelings I had for him.

  “Tell me your thoughts,” Rowan said, nuzzling his lips to my neck.

  “I’m afraid.”

  He stopped kissing me. “What are you frightened of?”

  “Marrying Prince Elwyn.”

  “Mackenzie, do not fear the Prince.”

  “He’ll never let me see you again.”

  He propped himself up on one arm and looked at me with serious eyes. “Would you deny your love for me to the Prince?” I was about to answer, but he put his finger to my lips. “Think hard before you respond. Would you really risk your life to proclaim your feelings for me?”

  “No, I….”

  He looked stunned, and then hurt. He pulled away, shaking his head as he went. “I see.”

  “No, you didn’t let me finish. What I was trying to tell you is no, I wouldn’t risk your life. I will go and confess that I have fallen for another, but I will not reveal whom. I will take your name to the grave with me.”

  A sigh of relief came from him. “It warms my heart to hear you say that, but I truly believe we have nothing to fear.”

  “Why is that?” I asked, wanting to know what made him so sure we’d be safe.

  He laughed softly. “The Prince is not quite the monster you have been led to believe.”

  “I don’t know, Rowan, I’ve heard horror stories of what the Unblessed are capable of doing when provoked. They’re monsters you know. I’ve heard they eat their young.”

  This brought a tiny chuckle from his tender lips. I didn’t find my concern to be funny and was about to scold him when a rush of heat danced through my lower abdomen. It felt as if a hundred tiny butterflies were fluttering around in it. I grabbed it, trying to soothe away the inevitable.

  “Oh, no!”

  “What’s wrong?” he asked, leaning over me.

  “Go now, and tell no one of our encounter,” I said, as I tried to stand. He caught hold of my shoulders and pinned me to the ground, gently.

  “No, I’m not going anywhere. What’s going on?”

  I looked into his loving brown eyes, and let my finger trace his curved ear. “You must leave. My mother and the Prince will stop at nothing to find you now.”

  “Why is that?” His hand slid down to find mine, still resting on my lower abdomen. When his hand came into contact with my stomach, the butterfly feeling intensified and a faint, glowing shimmer came forth from my skin to his. It spilled out and onto him, creating a halo effect above us both. He didn’t pull his hand away as I expected him to do. Instead, he slid his body over mine and pressed himself against me.

  “Don’t you understand what this means?” I was on the verge of hysteria.

  “Yes, it means that my heart was correct, you are my eternal soul-mate, and it means that together, our love could create life.” Rowan slid his fingers between my legs searching out my dampness, exploring the place that had been created just for him, at least according to my magik. “I love you Princess Mackenzie…. I love you.”

  I tried to find it in me to lash out at him. I wanted to strike him across the face for his ignorance to the seriousness of our situation. I didn’t. I opened my legs wide for him to enter me. He grabbed hold of the backs of my knees, and lifted them high above my head, giving him deeper access to me. He wasn’t gentle when he entered me again and I didn’t want him to be. He rode me with white-hot passion and I savored every moment of having him deep inside of me.

  “Mine, you are mine now, Princess,” Rowan said, in a low voice.

  He let his power pour forth with every thrust. He was soaking me down with his magikal juice. That is how faerie children get their powers. Their mother’s wombs are ‘showered’ with powers over an extended period of time. It would take one full year of regular intercourse with a soul-mate to ripen my womb enough to accept his seed. In a sense, I was only a potential mother-to-be. If Rowan and I did not lay together many, many times over the course of the next year, then our union would not produce a child. It had to be this difficult for us to conceive. If we could have a child with just anyone easily, then we would be so overpopulated that we would not survive.

  I cried out from the joy of him bringing me again, but was interrupted by the sound of someone clearing his throat near us. Rowan stopped thrusting himself into me and turned to see one of the men he had arrived with standing five feet from us. Normally, I wouldn’t have given any thought to having an audience, but under these circumstances, it meant there was a witness, and he would surely tell the Prince of this. I lay still with my legs high in the air and my eternal soul-mate, Rowan, deep within me.

  “What do you want, Glyn?” Rowan asked, deprecatingly.

  The man standing near us bowed his head. “Forgive me, Sir, but the Queen wishes for you to come before her. She is very eager to discuss the upcoming wedding.”

  Glyn tried, very unsuccessfully, to not stare at my naked body. He hovered near us. “Glyn, please inform the Queen I have already had the pleasure of meeting her daughter.” He plunged into me again. I cried out and glanced over at Glyn. I bucked against Rowan and tried to sit up. He pinned me to the ground. “Mackenzie, don’t go.”

  I slid from under him and rolled over to grab hold of my crumpled gown. I turned and stared at Glyn, who was now focusing on his feet. Rowan, who stood, glanced at me with eyes so sweet and innocent that I knew he couldn’t possibly fathom the severity of our situation. “Now the Prince will surely find out about us,” I said, my heart breaking.

  Glyn’s head popped up as he looked towards the two of us. Rowan’s hand rose quickly. “No, I think our secret is safe from the Prince, don’t you, Glyn?”

  “Umm, umm, yes, sir.” Glyn turned quickly and walked back into the vines.

  I was nearly done pulling my gown back on when Rowan’s strong arms encircled my body. He planted the tinies
t of kisses all over the side of my neck. I wanted to stay with him for all eternity here, but I knew that would mean his death, as well as mine. I couldn’t do that do him. I couldn’t let him be punished for my sake. I’d been the one to approach him in the courtyard. I’d been the one who lured him here, by the river, to enjoy the pleasures of his wondrous body. No, I would not allow him to die because of me.

  I let my power build up, concentrating hard on hiding it from him. He was so powerful that I wasn’t sure I could bring the amount I needed, without him noticing it. My mind raced, and then it hit me. I turned into his gentle kisses and met them with my own. I made mine long and passionate. Prickling energy throbbed in my hand. I timed my strike perfectly. I lifted my hand to Rowan’s chest. “Know that I do this because of my love for you,” I said softly.

  Before he could respond, I let my magik out. It slammed into him and sent him hurtling to the ground. He looked so perfect with his long brown hair spread about him on the grass that I hated to leave him unattended, but Glyn would come looking for him soon. I knew I’d put enough power into Rowan to keep him asleep for a few hours. Quickly, I turned and set off to see my soon-to-be husband.

  Chapter Two

  I was disappointed in myself for my impulse to see the Prince. I would look most disreputable if I ever did get to see him. My wet gown clung tightly to me as the evening air began to cool.

  After knocking Rowan out, I had to cross the river to head in the direction of the Unblessed Court. I could have gone back to the main path and followed it to the bridge, but I was sure I would be spotted. As much as I pretended to be modest about my looks, I knew well enough that my beauty was the topic of discussion at many pubs. Sneaking away from the watchful eye of my mother was my favorite pastime. I often visited the pubs in disguise and listened to the townspeople talking. The men would make comments to the effect of “she’s no Princess Mackenzie, but she’ll do nonetheless.” It wouldn’t take long for someone to recognize me, and the news of my journey would travel fast to my mother. She’d send out the royal guards to bring me home, then she’d carry on like there was no tomorrow, and for me, there most likely wasn’t one.