Fairyville (Fairyville #1)(18)
Author: Emma Holly

His nervousness decided her. Magnus was rarely nervous, and never because of a woman. She didn’t give him a chance to hold up her robe or to avert his eyes the way a friend might do. No, she stepped out of the water in all her glory, and let the object of her affections get a good eyeful.

Magnus knew he should look away, and Magnus’s aching c**k knew it even better. He’d turned aside to set down the wine and the kitten, and when he’d turned back she was simply there.

His prick had instantly punched against his jeans, hard as iron in a single breath.

Zoe was a nymph in her nakedness, streaming wet and shining in the soft porch light. She’d twisted her curls into a single cable and pinned them atop her head, leaving every inch of her body bare. Her legs were long and perfectly muscled, her h*ps almost boyish in their leanness. His mouth went desert dry at her br**sts. They were round and high—silky, curving handfuls whose swollen ni**les begged to be rolled against his tongue and sucked like candy. Their centers stiffened as he stared, the relaxation they’d undergone in the hot tub reversing now.

"Zoe," he said hoarsely, his pulse jumping in his throat.

"Magnus," she answered and skimmed a sparkle of water droplets from her waist. Her belly was a gentle curve between her hipbones, which in their turn framed an inky triangle of curls. Her pubic hair was so black her skin glowed next to it.

One shapely leg swung forward and took a step toward him.

Magnus was certain she wasn’t far enough away for that to be safe.

"Please," he said with a hint of panic.

"Please what?" she teased as she stalked closer.

She wasn’t a nymph then, she was a siren, full of confidence and devilry. Magnus had never seen her like this, and he wasn’t prepared for it. She was just so… naked. His eyes slid down her endless legs again. Her cherry red toenails stopped an inch away from his shoes. Heat crashed across his skin in great humid waves. When she put both damp hands on his shoulders, forcing his gaze to hers, his knees threatened to give out. She seemed to look straight into his soul, her smile a softness in her eyes.

"Come on, Magnus. Don’t you get tired of sleeping with women you barely know? Wouldn’t you like to try it with a friend?"

"Oh, God," was all he could say, trapped by her gentle question. She had no idea how much he wanted what she was offering, or how dearly he’d pay if he accepted. Her hands slid down his chest and up again. He was wearing a lightweight Western shirt, and the touch was more than he could stand. His c**k throbbed behind his zipper like a marching band.

"I know I get tired of watching you sleep with everyone but me," she continued in that silky tone. "Especially since I suspect you really are as good as they say." She looked down between them, to the ridge of flesh that was shoving thickly out from his groin. "I liked touching you this morning, even though I know it was rude. I liked kissing you, too. It’s been so long since anybody kissed me, I forgot how nice it can be."

"I want to," he gasped out, his hands gripping hers to stop them from drifting into the danger zone beneath his waist. "I want to kiss you and kiss you until you forget what other men taste like."

Her eyes were dark as they locked on his, a stormy gray he wanted to drown in. She went on tiptoe, her pointed ni**les just barely grazing his shirt. The pulsing warmth of her body almost made him cry.

"It’s been two years since I had a date," she whispered. "Don’t you think it’s cruel to kiss me and leave it there?"

Magnus’s lungs forgot how to work. Two years was how long she’d known him. Two years and twenty days. She’d been saving herself for him even if she didn’t recognize she was doing it.

He couldn’t just stand there in the face of that. Urges too basic to be denied had him lifting her off her feet and hugging that slender, curving body against his own. The sexy sound she made when his mouth met hers was enough to call a groan from him. He wanted her so badly he could barely think. He reached behind him for the sliding door, yanking it open and carrying her backward into her house.

Magnus’s magical abilities might have been dulled by coming to this realm, but he was still stronger than most humans. Zoe weighed next to nothing in his tightened arms, a sleek and sexy nymph who felt like she would break at the first good thrust.

Or maybe not. She wasn’t making it easy for him to remember what lay at stake. Her thighs came around his waist and squeezed, stronger than he expected, putting her pu**y not quite where he wanted it but damn close. He nearly tripped over a sofa, then had to catch himself on its back.

She was tugging up his shirt even as she kissed him, her hands slipping greedily beneath its front to reach skin. When the heel of her palm rubbed a circle around his nipple, it felt so good he nearly bit her tongue.

Humans released oxytocin when they touched each other, but the fairy version of the pleasure hormone was many times stronger. Magnus felt it tingling through him and knew he really ought to end this now.

"Sorry," he mumbled, promptly kissing her even deeper. He couldn’t stop himself. He’d been wanting her too long, and this morning’s taste had only whet his appetite. One hand slid brainlessly down her na**d spine, pausing when it reached her sweet, round bottom. That was too good not to admire all over.

"Oh, God," he moaned, loving the way her muscles gave beneath the pressure. "I could f**k you every day for two months straight."

"Do it," she said, pressing a string of kisses along his jaw. "Do it, Magnus. Lock the door and keep me under you."

He growled at the images she was raising, feeling her wetness against the muscles of his belly where she’d rucked up his shirt. She was flowing with cream, the musky scent tightening his c**k to the point of pain. The arousal had to have come on her quickly, only since she’d stepped from the tub, for that would have washed all the signs away. Knowing he had to feel her or go insane, he slid two fingers into her from behind. He’d thought maybe only one would go in, but the husky cry that tore from her throat thrilled everything male in him.

She was ready. She was twitching and creaming and clutching at his penetration like she couldn’t pull it deep enough. Her fluids spilled down him hot as fire. When he began to work his fingers inside her, pressing them outward just a little to test her size, her head fell back to bare her throat.

She said his name like she was singing it. "Magnus. Oh, Magnus, I want that to be you. I want your c**k inside me. I want to feel you come."

She writhed on his hand, stealing what little sense he had left. He wanted to shift her down and impale her, to feel those urgent motions against his cock. All his fairy instincts screamed at him to do it. He was born to revel in the sexual act, was meant to seek release so much more often than he’d been doing. What he felt about her just intensified the need.