Chapter 6

6

I 'd given Rory the heads-up this morning that I needed a little alone time in the yurt in the afternoon. After showering again and prepping myself, I added some braids to my hair and a bit of dramatic makeup. I also had a new pair of elf ears—these were more natural looking than the gold ones I favored—and set up my laptop, signal booster, and camera. Not ideal by any means, though I arranged the lighting as best I could and went shirtless, so I didn't have to deal with too much costuming. I put on gold armbands and a matching chain from my nose ring to my ear and pulled on some trousers with laces up the front that were always great for a slow reveal. No underwear.

Shivering a little from the cool air, I moved onto the bottom bunk of a bed. I'd put a sock on the doorknob and locked the door, so Rory would know not to enter if he came back early. We'd had that happen too often, and each time, he couldn't look me in the eye for a day afterward.

I began the stream with my familiar opening sequence, taking time to show off the yurt, and talk a little about being on location for the film. Got a ton of questions about the movie. I had to be careful how I answered, though I gushed about meeting Alistair and Poppy. I even mentioned riding today, ignoring questions about Hyde Hatcher. My mom always said if you can't say anything nice . . . Hyde and nice didn't belong in the same sentence, so yeah. Plus, I wasn't one to talk smack since I intimately understood what it felt like to be on the receiving end. As much as I didn't like Hyde, he was still a human being, and I wouldn't throw shade. For all I knew, his staff loved him, and he personally saved a litter of kittens from a fire and donated a lot of money to a children's hospital.

Once I'd answered all the questions I was willing to for the day, I began the performance. I'd even pulled out one of my favorite dildos—a crowd pleaser because my subscribers loved a good dragon cock—with a sturdy base that made it easier for me to sink onto.

I bit my lip, thinking about what Kade Savage would look like up close. Couldn't wait to meet him. Usually when I fantasized, I picked a faceless guy who didn't care that I was "Teremie the Cheater." I hadn't had luck in the hook-up scene the two times I tried after Matt. Pics, lackluster endings, and more—false—stories ended up online. Made it hard to picture anyone specific. Today I'd let my imagination come out to play. Until I met him, Kade was fair game, even if only in my head.

I tugged on a nipple ring and moaned, my other hand wrapped loosely around my cock. I kept up an easy glide and edged myself and my audience. Thinking of Kade touching me brought a flush to my chest, made me hungry for it to be real. My skin buzzed with arousal, and my cock throbbed. I squeezed out a drop of precome onto the tip of my finger and sucked it into my mouth. Fuck, I was so turned on. I wasn't a tiny guy, but Kade had several inches on me, and his shoulders had to be twice as broad as mine. What would it feel like to be caged in by all that strength, that heat? Would his eyes burn brighter when he was aroused? Wolves knotted their partners. How fucking hot would that be?

I pushed up so I was on my knees for the camera, resting my weight back on my heels, and slicking up the dildo. Gave the viewers a great shot of my reddened cock. I tightened my grip even as I slowed my strokes, lowering myself onto the toy inch by slow inch. A quick session wasn't what my subscribers were here for. They wanted the fantasy, so I'd give it to them. The stretch only ached a little. The pain would quickly morph to pleasure once I'd adjusted to the silicone's girth.

I arched back, running a hand through my hair and using a braid to tease over a nipple. They'd pebbled from the cold, but the brush across my sensitized skin brought another moan. I rose and sank back onto the dildo. Hell, I was edging me more than them.

I stroked a little faster as I increased my pace and angled my hips just right for the best penetration. I'd pull back before I tumbled over the edge and keep the game going. As I was getting close, the door to the yurt opened, and Rory walked in . . . with Kade Savage.

"Teremie, look who I met—"

My hand stilled. Before I could utter a single word, Kade and my gazes locked. His eyes burned so brightly, a brilliant gold. And that was it. My body spasmed around the toy, and I sailed over the edge. A moan—more of a mewl, really—tore from my throat, and I came so hard I practically blacked out. No stopping it.

When my vision cleared, neither Rory nor Kade were anywhere in sight, and the door was closed. I hadn't even heard them leave.

I panted, and my comments section went crazy. Tips rolled in. I'd basically come untouched.

But holy hell, fuck my life.

"Fuck off, Ali. Stop laughing! It was mortifying," I groused later in the afternoon as we approached the archery range. Like with riding, I needed to have a basic idea how to hold a bow. So, here I was. I'd met Ali on the walk over, and he still had a little patch of glue next to his ear. Fuck if I was telling him now. Bastard.

"I'm sorry, but come on, that's the funniest thing I've heard in a long, long time." Ali gripped his sides and continued to chuckle at my expense.

"Glad that my misery is so entertaining." I threw up my arms.

"You know, there's a thing called a lock," he got out between peals of laughter.

"Yeah, thanks. I locked the door. Even put a sock on the doorknob. I'm not a novice."

"You . . . use a sock?" More throaty giggles.

"What's so funny? Rory and I share a one-bedroom place in L.A. After he walked in on a session one too many times, we came up with the system."

Alistair's laughter cut off, and for a moment his eyes seemed to glow. "You and Rory are involved?"

"What? Eww. He's like a brother."

"Well, I've known some—"

I held up my hand. "Don't say it. I don't want to know. Hollywood is just, no." I shuddered.

Ali shook his head like I was missing out on some primo gossip. "Look, cupcake, I've met Kade a few times. He's a nice guy. I'm sure he was more embarrassed than you."

"That's not as reassuring as you think. How are we supposed to work together now? I blew my load while staring into his eyes! He's straight, right? He's probably all creeped out, thinks I'm perving on him."

"Well, to be fair, you sort of did perv on him. Not that I blame you. He's a fine-looking wolf." Ali grinned, his fangs glinting. "And I'm sure you can move past it."

For some reason, my belly clenched when Ali talked about Kade being hot. What the hell was that about? He was only calling it like he saw it. If I didn't know better, I'd think it was a stab of jealousy.

Instead of dwelling on it, I said, "How? Am I just supposed to go up to him and shake his hand? Maybe say ‘Hey, I'm the guy you watched blow his load. Thanks for that, by the way.'"

Alistair's shoulders shook, and he covered his mouth.

"You're a dick." I huffed and sped up. Since vampires were gifted with super speed, I couldn't outrun him even if I wanted, though I didn't let that stop me. He effortlessly matched my pace.

"Don't pout, precious. I'll tell you what. Let's have some fun at the range, and afterward I'll walk you over to his cabin. He's staying next to mine."

"Of course you get a cabin instead of a yurt."

He shrugged. "Hollywood's a fickle bitch. Perhaps one day you'll have a cabin of your very own."

"Why did I think it was a good idea to befriend you?" I shoved him. He didn't even move. Stupid vampire strength. Ugh.

"Because I'm attractive and charming. And a terrific lay."

I snorted. "And a terrible flirt."

He placed a hand over his heart. "Nothing terrible about my flirting. Now seriously, precious, this doesn't have to be a big deal. He's an adult. And very down to earth. He'll probably laugh it off."

"I hope you're right."

My archery instructor for the afternoon waved as Ali and I neared. Four other people stood behind her. After another safety discussion and demonstration of proper technique, she handed us each a quiver with six arrows and left us to it, moving down the row to correct someone's technique.

I slid out an arrow. A glint at the bottom of the quiver caught my eye. Reaching carefully inside, I pulled out a coin. One just like mine. Dragon on one side and raven on the other.

"Oh, weird. I have one of these in my yurt." I held up the coin.

Alistair reached out to pluck it from my fingers but stopped before touching it. "It feels . . . odd."

"Odd?"

He nodded. "You can't sense it?"

I turned the coin over in my hand before pocketing it. "Just seems like a prop coin to me."

"I don't know how humans weren't weeded out evolutionarily. It has a distinct tinge of magic."

"Magic?" I laughed. "Yeah, right." Not that gullible.

He pursed his lips before slipping his quiver over his shoulder. "Well, come on, then, Mister Non-Believer."

I could swear he mumbled, "Humans," though I could have misheard.

I slung my quiver onto my back.

"How does this look?" I asked Alistair, posing with the bow the way I was shown.

He cocked his head. "You appear surprisingly at home with a bow in your hand. Now let's see if you can hit anything."

"That's not part of the deal. I simply need to make it look good." I drew an arrow, nocked it, and pretended to shoot. The bow did feel natural. I wished I'd been able to try something like this when I was younger. Archery would've been a kick ass high school sport.

"Give it a go. I'm not a half bad shot if you want me to go first."

He picked up a bow and arrow and let loose at his target. The arrow hit the outside edge of the target, but it did hit. I wasn't so sure I could do that. A few others on the range had to be experts. Their arrows were in the inner circles of the bullseye, and they didn't have a single target like mine but, instead, a ring of them.

I took position, aimed. Didn't feel right. I corrected my positioning. Better. Fired. My arrow flew true and struck the very heart of the target.

Alistair pointed. "You told the instructor you've never done this before."

"I-I haven't. Must have been a lucky shot. Damn, wish we'd placed bets. I would have made a killing."

"Okay, let's see you do that again."

"I'll never get that lucky a second time." I pulled another arrow from the quiver and lined up my shot. Yeah, felt right. I let it fly. My arrow struck the first one and stuck in the end. I whooped. A few archers next to us clapped.

"Damn, you just pulled a Robin Hood. It must be that coin. Do it again."

So I did. And my arrow struck the end of the last one. I blinked, then looked around. Were these trick arrows? Was I being pranked? What did he mean about the coin? He didn't really think it was magic, right?

"Well, aren't you full of surprises." Alistair squinted at me as if he'd never seen me before. "Another."

"You know this one's going to miss the target entirely, right?"

Only it didn't. A fourth arrow struck the others.

"Put the coin down. Let's see what you can do without it."

"Are you serious?"

"As a heart attack."

"Fine." I pulled it out and tried to hand it to him. He placed his hands in front of him. "No, just set it on the ground."

To be funny, I flipped the coin and let it land. Dragon. I smirked.

After adjusting my bow, the fifth arrow struck right next to the others. I sunk the sixth arrow into the fifth. Thing was, I purposely adjusted the bow so that I wouldn't hit the first four, so arrows five and six were exactly where I wanted them. How did I do that? How did I know how to do that? Like with the horse, it felt natural, like I'd done it my whole life. Damn, wish I could have filmed this for my Only Fae subscribers. Bet it would have ticked a bunch of their kink boxes. Hell, it might have ticked one of mine.

"How the hell did you do that?" Ali's eyebrows had increasingly crept upward as I fired. Couldn't blame him. I was a little shell-shocked, too.

"I don't know. I could just tell when I had the right position." I'd used all the arrows in the quiver. I grabbed the coin from the ground and flipped it. Raven. Ugh. Stuffed it back in my pocket. I'd add it to my other one. Who knows? Maybe I'd end up with a collection of them by the end of filming.

A whistle blew, and Ali nodded toward the target.

"It's safe now. We can get our arrows. Let's try one more round."

We stepped out onto the field with the other archers and walked to our targets. I grimaced at the condition of the arrows. Not split like in the movies, but they weren't reuseable, either, each one nestled into the nock of the next. A raven squawked in the distance. The hair on my nape stood on end. Whatever. Just a bird.

"I can't believe my aim." I tugged the arrows out and pointed them toward the ground, remembering the safety instructions.

One moment Ali stood by his own target and the next he'd blurred to stand beside me, his hand in front of my chest, the shaft of an arrow gripped in his fist. The tip was over my heart, the fletching quivering from the sudden stop. I gaped. "What—"

"Whoever shot that arrow, be more careful! You could have killed him," Alistair shouted.

My breath stuttered, and I took a step back. That . . . was a little too close.

"Newbie mistake. No one should have been shooting with archers on the field." He glared around as if he could locate the culprit.

The instructor rushed over. "Are you okay? I'm not sure where that arrow came from."

"Damn, I'm shaking." I held out my hands. Yep, shaking.

"Adrenaline will do that." Ali continued to scan the area, handing off the arrow to the instructor. "We're calling it a day. No one can say he doesn't look like a natural."

The instructor nodded. "Yeah, he's good."

Ali steered me away from the field. "Let's see if Kade is back in his cabin."

Not sure that would help my trembling, but I agreed.

What was the worst that could happen?