23. Eldrion

TWENTY-THREE

Isee her body stiffen, her back arches. Her face flushes. Fuck me, she is the most beautiful creature I have ever seen.

And suddenly, I understand. For three days, I have been searching for the answer. Since I found out what she was, and how she came to be, I have been desperately looking for the missing piece.

The piece that will tell me how to claim her back and make her see what she is.

This is how.

This strange, dream-like connection we share will bring her to me. I do not need Garratt and his elves to find her.

All I have to do is remind her of the way I made her feel... the connection we share.

All I have to do is make her remember the way her body responded to mine – melted into me as if we were made for each other. As if our only purpose is to make each other soar with pleasure.

If I can do that, she will come to me.

She won’t be able to resist.

I wave my hand and make the vision larger. Sliding my hand into my pants, I curl my fist around my cock and murmur her name as I start to make fast, furious strokes.

Her body is resplendent. The way she looks, riding the shaft she made for herself, is intoxicating. I could watch her forever.

I have no idea if I’m watching something that is happening now, or if I’m in her head, watching her dreams.

All I know is that right now, we are connected.

I reach out with my mind, testing the bond I know we forged from lust and magic and power. The bond I can use now that I know where she is, even if I cannot cross the shield to physically take her back.

I whisper her name and her eyes fly open.

“Come for me, Alana,” I growl. “Show me what a good little fae you are.”

A smile parts my lips as I realise she can hear me. My words fuel her need to come. I see it in the way her body grinds harder onto the shaft, and her fingers work harder on her clit. She cries my name.

My name. It soars into the air around her and swells and hits me in the core of my body like a bolt of molten pleasure.

She speaks it again and again, and I match the rhythm of her words with my hand on my cock.

Then she says... “I’m going to end you.”

I watch her beautiful mouth form the words. But instead of feeling afraid, I feel nothing but pride.

She is so fucking beautiful. So strong.

A queen.

And she is finally starting to understand the power she has.

When she finally comes, hard, her body convulsing as she whispers her threat to end my life, she is barely able to stay upright. I wish to the stars I was there to hold her. I would pull her body close to mine, wrap my arms around her, and hold her there while she trembled for me.

I would tease her sensitive nipples with my thumbs, lift her from my lap, and lay her down. Soothe her. Stroke her. Kiss every inch of her while her body was on the precipice between wanting more and needing less.

I would start slowly, using my tongue to coax her through the discomfort until it started to feel good again. And then I would stay there, taking my time, tasting every bit of her until a slower, more gentle orgasm washed away the remains of the last.

I come hard, onto the floor. My wings beat the air, stopping me from dropping to my knees as I shake with pleasure.

My orgasm is over quickly, but she is still trembling from hers.

She crawls into the water as if she hopes it will wash the confusion from her body. She wants me and she hates that she wants me, and that mixture of heat and ice. Fire and snow. Love and hate. That is what makes her mine.

That is something no one else can give her

That is how I will get her back.

I press my fingers to my temples, searching for the bond that will send my voice to her mind. Good girl, I whisper darkly.

Her eyes fly open. Her heart quickens. She searches the air around her.

And that’s when I know she will come to me.

Because there is the smallest hint of a smile on her lips.

Tonight, or the next night, or the one after that. Alana will come back to me because she intends to kill me. But her body won’t let her.

Fate will not let her.

That is not how our story ends.