Chapter 7

CIRRUS

Finding Wynter laying there in the gazebo, lifeless and cold scared the living gooseberries out of me. As I help her back to the road, I can tell something happened. I want to ask her, but I'll wait until we are back at the motel.

Stopping abruptly, she trembles and I fear she's going to pass out again.

Looking over her shoulder, she smiles and waves. "I'll be back in a few days, Arnie. Don't worry, I never break a promise," she says to I'm assuming a ghost? I can't see anything, but that's only because the spirit wishes to remain unseen.

I'm surprised she can see him, but then again I knew she was powerful. Her magic calls to mine like water to a flower.

We are connected in some way. I don't want to freak her out, but I'm starting to think us kissing under the blood moon mated us.

Which is unheard of. Fae are feared to most even though that's my sadistic mother's doing.

I'm just a fun loving man. I like to play. Always have, that's why I hated being chained to the throne.

Since I was young there were countless meetings and lessons preparing me to rule one day. Gru would sneak me out some times to the cave so we could pretend to be pirates and hunt down trollysnappers.

But even those days became scarce.

Reaching my truck, I open the door for Wynter.

"Oh, my vehicle is over there," she mumbles, pointing to the SUV, parked on the side of the road.

There is another car a few feet down that probably belongs to one of the other women I saw exploring.

"If it's okay with you, muffin, I'd like to drive you back. We can get your vehicle another day. You're still shaky, and it's getting dark."

Sighing, she nods and I help her into the seat. When I try to buckle her, she snaps and swats me away.

"I appreciate the ride, but I'm not some invalid, or child."

"The belt can be tricky. I was just offering assistance," I grumble. The tips of my ears are heating and I know I'm about to blush.

"Oh, well, I've got it."

Leaving her, I back away, close the door and take my time moving toward the driver's side.

After I've cooled down a little, I climb in and start the engine.

Wynter doesn't say much on the drive back to town and the silence is making me itchy.

Her blackberry pie with a hint of frizzleberry scent overwhelms me and my cock has never been harder. Discreetly adjusting myself I groan quietly.

"How did you know where I was?"

Looking over at Wynter, I shrug. "The night we kissed and I saw the future, I also was called to Spells Hollow. I saw your reaction and knew you wouldn't waste time. So I packed up the truck and followed you."

"Wait, you've been following me the whole time? Why didn't I sense you?"

"I thought you did at a rest stop. I was at the vending machine, but you never said anything."

"That was you? What the fuck, Cirrus!" Leaning over, she starts to hit me and the wheel turns roughly, causing my tire to slip off the shoulder of the road.

"Stop, Wynter! Fuck woman!"

Worried she may cause an accident, I snap my fingers and restrain her with the most delicious candy. Licorice. Black to be exact with a yellow center that tastes like sunshine and frizzleberries.

Squirming, she continues to berate me, but we can deal with our frustrations after we are safely parked.

Getting back onto the road, I pull off to the side and park. "Now my little spitfire, if you wanted to whip me into submission all you had to do was say so."

Before she can talk back, I unbuckle us with a snap of my fingers, lean over and pull her onto my lap, then kiss her lips once more.

Damn, she really is the sweetest sin. Like the darkest, bitter blackberry with a hint of honey. I could become addicted to her. Fuck, I think I already am.

Wiggling on top of my cock, I groan, releasing her lips. "I'm still mad at you, angel love, you could have killed us, but right now the moon rising in the sky and your tight little body on mine has me wanting to be foolish."

"We still have to discuss this stalking nonsense, Cirrus, I don't even know you…"

I cut her off again, mumbling a spell to protect us in case there are any wildebeests roaming the woods surrounding us, then kiss her once more. Moaning against my lips, Wynter begins to grind against me and I only have so much self control.

"That's it, babycakes, use me," I grunt against her mouth as her breaths become faster and her scent stronger.

"Fuck, Cirrus, I know I'm going to regret this in the morning, but if you don't take me against this dashboard right now, I am going to curse you."

Fuck, she's on! Closing my eyes, I picture a bigger truck and the position I want Wynter. The seat reclines and she flips around, her clothes now gone thanks to my powers.

"Damn," she moans as I smack her asscheek and grip her hip, pulling her onto my naked cock. Sitting up, I seat myself to the hilt and bend over so I can speak into her ear.

"You should never challenge a Fae, love." That's all the warning she gets before I fuck her hard and fast, not stopping until she's exploded on my cock three times and is begging me to stop.

"Please, I can't…" she moans, and I sigh. I'd rather go a few more hours, nestled in her tight heat, but it is past dark now.

"Fine, but next time I'm not stopping until your legs are jelly, and I have to be the one to carry you to the shower for round four."

"Oh, God," she cries out coming again, and I allow myself a long awaited release. Bright lights shine through my skin and it only confirms what I knew all along.

"Mate," I grunt as my seed seeps into her.

"Wait, huh?" she mumbles, her body exhausted and ready to just give in to the Sandman.

Sighing happily, I kiss her ear and nuzzle the back of her neck. "Sleep my little hotcake. I will make sure you're safe. Always."

"Seriously! Sex is one thing, but snuggling is where I draw the line!" I wake up to an irate witch.

"Good morning, my little cuddle bear," I mumble with a smile on my lips. Sleeping next to my mate was the best night's rest I have ever had. Wynter hops from the bed, glancing down at the unicorn onesie I dressed her in.

"What the fuck am I wearing?"

Throwing the blankets off, I show her that I'm dressed similarly in duck pajamas. "It was cold last night," I mutter, then grab my phone and take a quick photo of my future wife.

God, she's perfect.

"Cirrus, I do not have time for your games right now. Last night was a bit of fun, but a mistake. You need to go to your own room before I do something I may regret. I was vulnerable yesterday and…"

"No, do not try to dismiss what we have, my little potion brewer. We have had a connection since that night in your bar. I know you feel the pull between us. I am here for you. To help you heal your family's curse and to give you the future we saw."

"Ugh, I need coffee." Storming out, ignoring that she's still dressed like my favorite cosplay, she opens the door with a huff and marches outside. I watch as she stomps across the road and to a diner.

"Hornybuns you need shoes," I yell, grabbing a pair of slippers from her shoe pile and chasing after her, ignoring the stinging pain in my own feet. When I reach the diner, there are a few people eating and talking.

As I enter, all conversation stops and they stare at me. Not one to miss a chance to strut down a runway, I do a little walk to the booth where my love is, glaring at me. I place her shoes on the booth next to her, lean down and press a kiss to her cheek, then take the other side across from her.

A skinny waitress walks over with a notepad. Her eyes are shining with unshed tears and she's biting her lip.

"Welcome to Roadside Diner, I'm Ruth and I have to say this never happens here, and I needed a laugh this morning, so thank you. Now what can I get you to drink, Ducky?"

Looking over Wynter's menu, I decide on a coffee. My little rainbow pants orders the same, and she leaves us.

"Are you still mad at me, gingerpop?" Wynter looks up at me and bites her plump bottom lip.

Damn, I want to bite it too.

I must lean in because she places her hand against my chest, halting me.

"Cirrus, are you even listening to me?"

"You were talking? Sorry baby bird, your mouth distracted me."

"See this. You call me all these random names that make no sense at all, and you dress me like some furry fetish. Who the hell are you?"

"Yours," I say without a thought. Wynter's eyes widen, and she opens and closes her mouth a few times.

"I am yours, Wynter Nefari. I have been since the moment I spotted you across your bar."

"Here you go, love birds, two coffees. Do we know what we want to eat?" Ruth sets down the hot drinks and Wyn looks at her.

"I'll just have scrambled eggs with biscuits and gravy."

"Oh, that sounds good. Make that two, and I'll also have a side of sourdough toast and sausage links, bacon, fruit, oh and can you throw in a stack of pancakes too? Wait, ya know what, I'll take an order of the frittata too."

"Are you being executed?" Wynter stammers, looking at me like I'm crazy.

"What? No. Unless you're into that type of thing, Electrical play can be fun, lovedove, but that's not proper breakfast conversation."

I look at Ruth and she's trying not to laugh again. "This may take some time, so I'll bring you out your sides to start."

As she walks away, I lift my coffee and take a sip, sighing. The people around us go back to their conversations and Wynter's shoulders relax.

"So besides your penchant for kink is there anything else I need to know about you? Like you're not going to make a skin suit out of me are you?"

My breath halts, and I choke on my coffee. Sputtering, I grab a napkin. She can't think that I'd hurt her right? She's my mate, I'd skin myself before ever causing her harm.

"No, I would never do something so barbaric to anyone, especially you. I plan to marry you and be your partner, Wynter."

Coughing, I clear my throat and wait for her to accept my answer.

Leaning closer, she drops her voice to a whisper just for me.

"You're totally bat shit crazy, but it's kinda growing on me. Like a fungus, but for now I wouldn't mind the company as I try to figure out what the hell I'm supposed to do."

Reaching for her hand she lets me hold it for a few seconds before moving back and drinking her coffee.

"The night at the bar, what we saw… What do you think it meant?" she asks me and I sigh.

"That this is where we are meant to be and you Wynter are my future. Not sure you noticed… But the little girl looked just like me…"

Shaking her head she groans. "Cirrus, that's impossible. Maybe the vision was a tease of things I crave. Yes I agree I had to come here to find out the truth, but having a relationship with three men and a baby with you is ludicrous."

"Why? I would make you very happy. Treat you like the future queen you are."

"I gave up on love and marriage and kids a long time ago. The night of my third wedding to be exact. When I stood up on that platform with a priest. Only to be left behind again."

"Those men were idiots. I would never do that. We're mates, Wynter. You're mine, and I am yours. And from the looks of it, you belong to two others as well. Do you have any idea who they could be? It wasn't clear."

Ruth chooses that moment to bring us some of my food, and Wynter digs in. I don't mind sharing, but rude!

"No, I haven't had a date in years. I'm always canceled on or passed over. It doesn't bother me anymore, so don't pity me, Cirrus. If it is because of this curse, then maybe after it's gone my two dream men shall appear."

Or maybe I just need to arrange a meet and greet, my little hopeless romantic.