Chapter 11

CIRRUS

"Okay, I've been thinking about what we can do to fix up the house and that's the easy part. The land is poisoned, so I think we may need to call in some help for that," I say, while writing down supplies in my notepad.

"Cirrus, you're a fae and I'm a witch. I think we can handle this," she mumbles, then flips over on her stomach. The hoodie she's wearing rides up showing the tiny shorts she's wearing.

My cock perks up and I grunt. Doesn't she see how much she entices me?

"You okay?" she mutters, glancing over her shoulder to look at me.

Her hair is a mess and I just want to get tangled in those sheets with her.

Moving over to the bed, I drop my notepad on the nightstand. "I want to try something with you. I've never done this before."

My hands shake and I feel like some kid asking a girl out.

Man the fuck up, Cirrus! You are a badass Fae prince.

"Would you make some magic with me?"

Wynter's eyes widen and she nods.

"That sounds kinky. I'm in!" Sitting up, she rips her hoodie off and her naked breasts bounce free.

Fuck!

"Not that I'm not one hundred percent on board with this, but that's not what I had in mind," I mutter, regretting every damn word.

"Oh. Oh!" She grabs the blanket and covers herself. Her cheeks are an adorable shade of pink, and I can't help leaning over and kissing one.

Wynter clears her throat. "So by magic you mean…"

"Yeah, I want us to summon or conjure something together."

The biggest smile spreads across her face.

"I'd love that! Let me get dressed."

"Do you have to?" I blurt, and she giggles, leans over and surprising me as she kisses the tip of my nose.

Pulling away she pushes the blanket off only giving me a little peek before she mumbles a spell and dresses herself.

Crossing her legs on the bed, she places her palms out for me to touch with mine. Mirroring her position, I place my skin against hers.

"Now what?" I ask, excitedly. The connection between us has my blood heated and did I mention my cock is rock hard yet? Shouldn't be a surprise since I'm always erect around my little woodchipper.

"Close your eyes," she says with a sigh, shaking her head. Following her directions, I soon feel a rush of magic pressing against mine. It's indescribable. I feel as if I could run a marathon, or conjure a whole damn football stadium.

"I knew you were powerful, princess, but this is incredible." I open my eyes and stare into hers. Our magic swirls all around us. I knew she was my mate. It's the only explanation.

Fae can't do this unless we are bound to another, but I won't point that out just yet.

Taking a breath, Wynter moves in closer to me, and I find myself doing the same thing. Our lips crash in a whirlwind of sparks, and soon she's under me. Her clothes shredded and panties hanging on one ankle.

Our lips never separating, I swallow her moans and grunts as I fuck her deep and slow. This is ecstasy. A knock on the door has me stopping mid thrust.

"Motherfucker, you better open this door and tell me what the hell we are doing here!" Arsen shouts from outside, and Wynter freezes.

As she pushes me off, I reluctantly pull out of her heat. My cock staring angrily at me.

"Please tell me you didn't call Arsen and tell him to come here," Wynter whispers, and the flush in her cheeks fades until she looks like she may throw up.

I still don't know the history between them, but what I do know is my little tiger needs to get over it, because I have a hunch that Arsen and Astor are her mystery men from her visions.

I mean who else could they be?

ASTOR

"Where the fuck are we?" Sin mumbles as we slowly roll through a small town. There is literally a gas station, diner and motel.

"I don't know, but we drove for three damn days just for this? I think I'd prefer glamping," I grumble and pull into the gas station. I need gas and a coffee. It's been an exhausting drive.

Thankfully, we haven't had any more drama, but for the last hour or so, I have had a sense of forewarning, something telling me to turn away and never come back.

Parking at the pump, I leave Sin to get the gas and head for the door. There is a young boy sitting at the counter talking to a girl. I'm assuming they both work here.

"Damn more visitors. What is so damn special about Spells Hollow this week?" she grumbles, and my ear perks up. I know eavesdropping is rude, but I'm curious to know the answer to.

"I don't care. I'm just happy we have some new blood around here and that they are our age," the guy blurts excitedly, and I find myself smiling. Can't blame the kid. So far from what I've seen of this town it looks like a snoozefest.

Walking along the aisles, I grab a bunch of random snacks and drinks. I don't know where Rus is right now, and we don't have any signal. Taking the stuff up to the counter, I wait for the girl, Mona, as her name tag reads to finish being cruel to the poor guy.

She can't be this blind right? He's obviously in love with her. After she makes him feel three-feet-tall she storms out the side door and he sighs, watching her go with a dopey look on his face.

Turning back to me, he begins to ring up the stuff.

"So that will be forty-one-fifty."

I tap my card against the reader and he laughs. "We don't have a fancy system here. You have to put the chip in."

Feeling stupid, I groan and do just that. "It's been a long few days. Hey, do you know where a man named Cirrus is? He's six-foot, blue hair, purple eyes?"

"Oh yeah, he's the one who walked into the diner wearing ducky pajamas. Love that guy. Though we've never talked…"

"That sounds like him."

"He's over at the Roadside Motel with his girl. Check room Nine. That's where Adria likes to put guests. It's one of the nicer rooms."

"Thanks. I appreciate it."

Grabbing my stuff, he offers me a fist bump and I oblige, then walk outside to Sin.

He's fighting with the gas pump and I have to laugh. I'm not the only one exhausted.

"They don't have a tap option, you have to put the chip in," I mumble, opening up the passenger door and dropping the snacks. The beer I put in the back seat.

"I was about to smash this thing," he grumbles and I shake my head, yawning.

"I found Rus, he's across the street in room Nine. I say we finish up here, grab his ass, then see if the motel has any availability."

Sin grunts, finishes feeding the truck, then climbs in and starts the engine. "You could also use a shower, dude," I mention and he glares my way.

"I'm not the only one."

Smacking him in the arm, I laugh, grab my sunglasses and slip them over my eyes. Pulling away from the pump, Sin flips on his signal and looks both ways before heading to the motel.

I noticed two vehicles with Texas license plates. "Did Rus's girl come with him? And if she did, why New York?" Sin shrugs and pulls up next to Rus's truck, parking.

A woman peeks out of the curtains in the office, but doesn't say anything. Climbing out of the truck, I stretch again and slam the door.

"I am not getting back in the truck for at least a day," I grumble. Sin laughs and walks up to the door that says Nine.

Instantly we can hear loud moans and a bed creaking. "Seriously?" I grunt and Sin smirks, lifting his fist.

"Motherfucker, you better open this door and tell me what the hell we are doing here!" he shouts, then bites his lip. I can tell he's trying not to laugh.

Expecting Rus to open the door and scold us, I'm shocked when not only a woman answers, but it's Wynter Nefari. Wearing what looks to be a unicorn onesie.

Sin's face falls and my heart hurts for him.

Fuck!

ARSEN

Wynter? Wynter is the girl Rus is marrying? What the fuck? Did I piss off someone in the past or something? This can't be happening again.

She stares at me, her mouth wide open and her clothes skewed. Her long hair is a tangled mess too, and the smell of her is overpowering.

"You made it!" Rus says, moving behind her. He places a kiss to the back of her head, then moves around her to give me a fist bump.

Astor hasn't said anything, but I can tell he's pissed on my behalf. Fixing my scowl, I replace it with a fake grin and bump Rus's hand.

"Yeah. It was a long drive, but we made it. Hi, Wyn," I mutter.

She blinks, then smiles. "Hi, Sin." Just those two words have my heart racing and palms beginning to sweat.

She never noticed the effect she had on me. Astor choses that moment to lean in and hug her. Damn why didn't I do that?

Could I copy him? Would it be too awkward? Fuck it. When he steps back, I lean in too and end up smacking my forehead into hers. Shit. Now I'm seeing stars literally.

"Sorry," I mutter, then step back and give her some space.

Rubbing her head, she winces. "It's okay. Umm." Looking at Rus she gives him a glare, then pulls out her phone and steps outside.

"I'm going to go ask Mavis if I can make a call. I have to check in with Halee and the renovations."

I watch her go and Astor barks out a laugh. "Dude, you have it so bad," he murmurs, and I sigh.

Rus opens the door wider, for us to enter, but I don't. The messed up blankets on the bed and the overpowering scent of blackberries makes me feel sick.

"I'm starving. Let's go to the diner across the street," I suggest, and Rus gives me a big smile.

"Yes, I sampled a lot of their breakfast items yesterday, so let's try lunch today." Grabbing his wallet and a hoodie, he slips it over his head while walking out the door.

"Let me just tell my little petunia where we will be."

Leaving us, he goes into the office, but I follow. "We should see about getting a room too."

A man dressed too nicely to be here, steps out of the door, crossing his arms. "‘Fraid we are all booked up. You will have to bunk with cotton candy here," he grunts, pointing to Rus.

"Oh, that would be so much fun. We could have a good old fashioned slumber party. I have always wondered what they were like."

"Great. That's handled. Now leave my office," the man mutters before walking away.

I look over at Astor, and I can tell he's about ready to murder someone. We didn't come here to sleep on the floor of a motel room.

"What about camping?" I offer and Rus has the decency to wince.

"Yeah, no camping… We have a lot to talk about."

Fanfuckingtastic.

Yelling inside, he tells Wyn where we are going, and then we head over to the diner.

A waitress named Ruth seats us immediately, then rushes off.

"So, no more bullshit. Why are we here?"

Rus leans in closer, "Well to break a curse of course."