Magenta’s fingers tightened hard enough to make me hiss. “I’ll never run from you.” She kissed me with a passion that shook me. I was lost in the aroma of yew trees, her ancient magic, and the twin points of her hands around my wrists and her lips on mine. When she finally drew back, I was panting. “Are you now clear on the I’m not running?”
I grinned. “Hmm, I’m pretty dumb. You may need to teach me that lesson again.”
“Ah, but I’m a good teacher.” When Magenta leaned closer to kiss me again, slamming my wrists once against the wall, I couldn’t hide the wince or the way that Mist squealed in sympathetic pain from my pocket.
This sharing of emotion thing was kind of freaky.
Magenta drew back, gently drawing my arms down and examining my hands in shock. “My word, who did you fight?”
I tried for nonchalant, “A wall, and I kicked its ass.”
Magenta chuckled, before raising my hand to her lips and kissing each bruised knuckle with the tenderness of a promise. She never took her burning gaze from mine, and I drew in my breath.
On the World Tree, I was hers.
She knelt crunching in the snow. “Let me make you feel how beautiful you are.”
“How about we start calling it handsome…? Plus, you know that I’m more than willing, but you’ll freeze down there.”
I grabbed her arm to pull her up, but she shook her head.
My dick had already hardened at the sight of Magenta at my feet because I’d learned to move amongst humans to satisfy my urges, and so who could blame the Pavlovian response of a hopeful dick…? But Loki had also taught me to be a generous lover and never cruel to humans. How would he expect me to treat a witch lover?
I was pretty certain that he wouldn’t expect her to kneel on snow to suck me off. Plus, we needed a rubber.
“Trust me, I want this more than anything. I’ve been fantasizing about it since Bask put up your portrait. He’s not the only one who had dreams about you. But can we park this until tonight, when I have a rubber?” I wanted to bite my own tongue to stop the words, but hey, I’d played with orgasm denial before, and it’d be even more mind blowing when I eventually got to come.
My blue balls didn’t believe me.
Magenta blinked at me. “You wish to…erase me?”
I would’ve laughed, if I didn’t now have to hold a sex education class with a Victorian witch.
“Condom, raincoat, sheath, prophylactic…”
At last, Magenta’s confusion cleared, but she pulled a face. “You wish to wear animal guts on your dick? It’s no matter anyway because I died once, and if I know one thing it’s that I don’t need to fear protection against procreation or natural diseases. I’m not human.” For a moment, sadness flickered across her face. Then she cocked her head. “And I’m a virgin. Aren’t you?”
Valhalla give me strength to deal with Victorians.
“We’ve kind of advanced past the animal guts variety of rubber.” I wet my lips. Did she expect me to be a virgin like Fox? Did she want us to be exploring all these sexual firsts together? “Look, I’m not as ancient as Bacchus but I’ve been alone and unloved for a long time. Sex was an easy and fun distraction.”
Magenta studied me; her brow furrowed. “It wasn’t about love…?”
I shook my head. “Pretty the Hel far from it.”
Magenta ran her hands up my inner thighs, until I let them fall open with a shiver. “Then this will be. You’re a virgin in love, my god.”
My breath stuttered, and our gazes met. When I noticed the insecurity and need for reassurance in hers, it calmed me. I smiled, and her lips curled into something devilish.
“The snow will soak through your dress,” I whispered; the thudding beat in my temples felt like it was pulsing through my dick as well. “Don’t you mind the cold?”
“I am the cold.” Magenta shoved back my coat, yanking open the buttons on my pants. I hissed, as her soft gloves slipped inside my pants and freed my dick and balls to the chilly air. My dick sprang hard against my stomach, as she gave it a couple of strokes. “You warm me.”
Magenta’s cool mouth enveloped my dick, as her hand wanked its base. My knees buckled at the intensity of the sensation. I pressed myself against the wall to keep myself standing, thudding my head rhythmically to hold myself back from thrusting my hips because this was Magenta’s first time, and I wanted her to be in charge. But it was the way that she looked up at me, as she licked and sucked, as if eager to taste every inch of me, that blew my mind because she was right: this was love wrapped up in each touch. I’d never experienced that with a woman before, and I was close to coming already.
She sucked with greater intensity, until pain mixed with pleasure. I gasped, as her fingers tugged, exploring my balls. It struck me then that she’d never been so intimate with a guy before.
How could she trust me enough to be her first? Did that mean she truly didn’t think I was monstrous, even when she knew the truth of my birth?
Then Magenta pulled back, before her tongue darted across the head of my dick, and (Valhalla!), my mind blanked of all thoughts apart from the white-hot throbbing between my legs. My balls ached.
Please, please, please…
“Look at me,” Magenta murmured.
I hadn’t even realized that I’d closed my eyes.
When I opened them, I met Magenta’s ice-cold gaze. She licked her tongue in a circle over the head of my dick and then into the slit.
I howled as I came, surprising myself by the pulsing rush. Magenta continued to suck, pulling my…everything…from me like a Claiming and a victory.
At last, she sat back with a triumphant grin; I panted, as tremors ran through me. “Do you feel now that you’re beautiful? Is there no more need for lessons?”
When Magenta reached for my oversensitive and bravely twitching cock, my eyes widened in alarm. “On the runes, I swear, I’ve learned my lesson.”
Her grin widened. “Good boy. I shall enjoy repeating the lesson at a later date because I’m a firm believer in frequent reminders.”
“Frequent sounds good.”
When I heard the sound of footsteps in the snow, I glanced up in panic. Magenta’s nimble hands tucked my dick back into my pants, buttoning me up.
Prince Ambrose marched around the corner, stopping to stare at us, before Magenta could stand.
Ambrose shivered as always from the cold because Seelie Fae were never meant to live in snowy conditions. What in Hel’s name had he done to be sent to the academy? I’d have admired his strength on surviving to become a Professor, which he was so proud about, as well as his tight ass in those steam punk trousers, if he wasn’t oppressing shifters
Ambrose’s emerald eyes studied us with a contempt that was reflected back in Magenta’s gaze.
Huh, she truly hated fae.
“Are you praying to Hecate that I’ll forget the escaped dragon?” Ambrose’s voice vibrated with a dominant rage that made the werewolf tattoos rise onto my own arms and growl.
He knew that I’d just been sucked off. Why wasn’t he calling us out on it?
Magenta rose gracefully to her feet, before brushing down her dress. “Why would I pray to a goddess who doesn’t answer my prayers about fae princes?”
I’d never seen Ambrose taken aback before. It was awesome.
Ambrose glanced away, before dropping his hand to the butt of his whip like it was a security blanket. Then his wings drooped, clanking.