Parker did as he was told, lying on his back; his dark curls brushed the bark, mixing with it perfectly. Amara slid over him, both hands resting on the tree, sinking inside, making that connection that would bind them all together for eternity. “Come inside, Parker.”
Parker took hold of her hips and guided her until his cock slid inside her, hard and throbbing and all hers.
“Love you, Parker. Forever.”
“Forever, love.” He began to move, thrusting into her in staccato bursts that did nothing but tantalize.
“You’re in the mood to tease me, huh?” Amara swiveled her hips. She rocked over him, her breasts dangling inches from his mouth, and watched his fangs descend. “Want a taste?”
He licked his lips, his gaze on her nipples.
“Go ahead. Take what you want. Take me.”
He buried his face between her breasts and groaned. She felt the sharp sting of his teeth as he bit into the fleshy part of her breast, sinking into her body and soul. He fed from her there, near her heart, and the sensation was more than she could bear. She came on a throaty moan, her head back, her muscles clenching tight around him. He felt so good inside her, so right.
He licked the wound closed, and she knew he hadn’t gotten enough, that he wasn’t done with her yet. “I told Rock you wouldn’t be in for a few days.”
“Oh?” Amara clenched her muscles, smiling when Parker flinched, his rhythm momentarily broken. Thank you, Dr. Kegel. “I just went back to work.”
He toyed with her nipples and licked a drop of blood from his lip. “I don’t think you’ll want to go when you can barely walk.”
“Planning on draining me dry?”
He moved his hands to her ass and spread her cheeks wide. “I plan on filling you up.”
Oh?
One of his fingers toyed with her anus.
Oh. “No lube.”
“No problem.” Something flew through the air, and it was her turn to flinch. He held up the tube of lube. “Guess what else I got at the Sav-A-Lot besides vast quantities of canning jars?”
She couldn’t help it. She laughed. “I love a man who comes prepared.”
“How about a man who’s prepared to come?”
“Even better.”
“Do you trust me?”
She didn’t even hesitate. “Yes.”
He grinned, and the bottle snicked open. He was lubing up his fingers. “Keep fucking me, sweet.”
She began riding him again, the hot length of him gliding in and out of her. When she felt the press of his fingers in her ass, she opened up to him, letting him inside. She rode his cock and his fingers, feeling doubly full.
“Come down here, love.” Parker eyed her throat, and she knew it was time, knew they would finish it now. She doubted Parker had any clue what was going to happen next. She’d found the courage to ask one of the town’s bonded dryads what to do, and the woman had given her an earful.
Above her, leaves rustled, limbs quivered and her tree prepared itself for not one, but two souls.
She bent over him, offering her neck, her love, her life. He bit down, drinking deep of all she gave him, giving his back to her, filling her with his cock, his seed and a love that would never die.
The tree struck just as the orgasm ripped through them, using their joined bodies to take Parker in, make him theirs, sharing in their pleasure, their love. It was so intense Amara’s vision turned black.
They screamed as they came.
Parker lifted his head off the bench and wasn’t surprised to find Amara draped bonelessly over him. He felt the heartbeat of the tree behind him, slow and steady. “Fuck me.”
“Too late. Been there, done that, tore through the T-shirt.”
He snorted. She was barely awake, the words scarcely audible against his skin, but she managed to be a smart-ass. “What the bloody hell was that?”
“I told you we’d take you, make you ours.”
He flexed his ass, accidentally jostling her. “Do I have splinters?”
She sighed.
“You’ll have to check for me. I can’t picture myself in the bathroom, hand mirror at the ready, checking out my ass. I mean, I’m pretty, but I’m not that pretty.”
“Parker.”
“Well, I’ve never been fucked by a tree before.” He sniffed. “I didn’t think the splinters in strange places threat was meant literally.”
She giggled.
“And no way in hell am I asking Brian to check it out for me. He might get ideas. Then Greg might get ideas, and where would that leave you?”
She smacked his chest, hard.
“Ow.”
“Would you shut up and let me bask in the afterglow?”
Parker chuckled and closed his eyes. He ran his hands down her soft skin. Nothing, not even his lame jokes, could take her away from him. “Love you.”
“Love you too.” A kiss brushed his nipple.
Parker opened his eyes and smiled up into the branches of Amara’s tree. He felt the tree’s approval, knew it had shared in their love for each other. Strangely enough, he wasn’t freaked by this. Maybe if he’d met Amara before the curse, he would have been less open to the possibility. He’d never know, and he wouldn’t change a thing.
His gaze drifted over Amara’s—soon to be their—house. He scowled. “Shit.”
“What?”
“Brian and Greg.”
“What about them?”
“They broke out the popcorn.”
It took her a second to realize what he meant, but all of a sudden he found himself alone, naked under a tree, sans his warm and cuddly dryad. From inside the house, the sounds of screeching and thrown crockery told their own story. He hoped his Renfield survived Amara’s naked wrath.
He returned his gaze to the branches of the tree, letting the feeling return to his legs before he attempted to go back to the house. “So. Looks like it’s just you and me. You come here often?”
He felt the tree’s laughter, heard it in the creaking of its branches.
It was good to be home.
Epilogue
Parker watched Amara glide across the dance floor in the arms of another man and smiled. Greer was one of the best dancers Parker had ever seen. He moved gracefully around the room in a waltz that left most of those around the pair in their dust. The fact that the blond dryad couldn’t take his eyes off Mollie, draped in a shimmering red-and-gold goddess gown, let Parker’s beast know the man wasn’t a threat to his relationship with Amara. Despite bonding with Amara’s tree in the deepest sense possible without drilling holes and inviting splinters in sensitive places, Parker was still a possessive man when it came to his love. Almost everyone else who’d approached his blood wife to ask for a dance had met with a very pointed smile and a shake of his head before the question could even be asked. Only Dragos, Greer, Brian and Ash had been allowed to take his sotiei’s hand and lead her onto the dance floor. Call him old-fashioned, but he had no desire to lose his wife, and once upon a time stealing mates had been a sport among the bloody-fanged set. Amara, amused by the whole thing, had complied with his wishes and restricted her dance partners.
She was having the time of her life at Dragos’s party. So far most of the town members had made a point of approaching her. The reunion with the Madison family had been particularly intense. Amara hadn’t wanted an apology; she’d wanted her friends back. Parker figured with a bit of time she’d get her wish, and they’d all be able to mourn Ken together. His Amara was generous with her heart, despite everything she’d been through. By the time she was done, the Madisons wouldn’t know what hit them.