Elfmoon (3 page)

I started walking towards the bonfire area, people still dancing around it, to look for Roxy. The sun was lower in the sky now, sending long, stretching shadows through the fairgrounds. The flames of the torches bent and flickered in the light breeze caused by the raised energy of the musicians and dancers. The air was almost as intoxicating out here as it had been in The Garden. As the dancers circled around again, I caught sight of Roxy, but when I moved forward, I was suddenly swept off my feet.

The world turned upside down as hard, thick arms lifted me off the ground and spun me around. I saw a flash of cherry red as my vision blurred, and the rumbling chuckle was decidedly masculine and vibrated against my skin. When the world stopped spinning, I was pressed against Daniel’s chest, his arms cradling me under my back and knees.

“Daniel!” I cried, throwing my arms around his neck, and captured his mouth in a hungry kiss. It had been a couple of months since I had last seen him as he had been training for a big fight and been out of town to do so. His lips were as soft and warm as they had been the first time I remembered kissing him. His fingers curled into my body as he gripped me and answered my need with a fierce kiss. I caught his bottom lip with my teeth and bit down until he made a noise for me; then I let go with a smile.

“Missed me, luv?” he asked as he set my feet back on the ground, but kept his other arm around my body, pressing me against him as I lifted up on my toes to keep as close to him as I could. He was nearly a foot taller than me, so I couldn’t keep my arms comfortably around his neck as we stood. My hands slid down to rest on the panes of his chest, only light, white cotton baring my access to his flesh. I realized he had lost a couple of pounds while he’d been away training, and now he felt as hard as bent steel. He lifted his free hand and ran it through my hair, brushing it away from my face.

“Yes, I did,” I admitted. Daniel was as human as they come, but after he had rescued me from a couple of trolls and stayed with me to help me deal with a Hunter’s bite, he’d become something special to me. He not only made me break my no-humans-rule, he made me shatter it. After we had formed our connection thanks to the Hunter’s bite, I could now raise magic with Daniel, something faes weren’t supposed to be able to do with humans. I didn’t know why the connection remained after the bite was removed, but every now and then I could still feel the power of the bite on my shoulder so I only assumed the power was something else left over.

“Good.” He grinned down at me, lowering his face to press his lips against mine again, making no comment about missing me, but the glint in his eye told me he had.

“How did the fight go?” I asked, but there wasn’t a cut or a bruise on his oval face, so I had a feeling it went well.

“Glass jaw,” he said. “Knocked the bloke out in the first round.” He said it casually, but his lips were turned up in a proud smile, and I could feel his pent up energy, almost making him bounce on the balls of his feet. “So I thought I’d come out and celebrate. I was hoping to run into you,” he said that last bent close to my face, his breath warm against my skin.

“Celebrate, huh?” I smiled up at him before glancing over my shoulder. I couldn’t take him into the Garden because of the wards, and I didn’t want to get arrested, but looking up into his face, feeling his arms around my body and the tingle of his kiss still on my lips, I realized how much I’d been missing him while he was gone.

“Come on,” I said, turning out of his arms and catching his hand as I went, pulling him with me. He didn’t question me, just followed willingly. We maneuvered through the growing crowd of revelers around The Great Bonfire, fighting to get to the other side, away from the fairway, and over the crest of the sloping hill on the far side of the park. As we moved farther and farther away from the crowds and booths, the park became darker and darker, the sun nearly half gone on the horizon. There was a cluster of trees and shrubs planted in a very precise manner, speaking of man-made landscaping. It was draped in shadows and hidden alcoves, a perfect hiding place.

When we were well within the little oasis, we could still hear and smell the festivities only a few hundred yards away, but we couldn’t see anyone and, more importantly, felt safe enough that no one could see us. I spun around, stopping Daniel in his tracks, and grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled him down and kissed him, rough and hungry. He responded in kind with lips, teeth, and tongue, my body responding immediately as happy little shocks ran over my body. I tore at the white button up shirt he was wearing, popping a couple of buttons as I forced it off.

His hands were pulling at the button and zipper of my jean skirt until he could push it off, landing in a circle around my ankles. I stepped out of and kicked it away as my hands fell to the button fly of his jeans. I gripped the waistband and ripped savagely, hearing the buttons pop satisfyingly as they came undone, and I was peeling them down his legs, legs corded with muscles and smooth skin. Daniel waxed his body for his fights, and I was happy for it. He stepped out of the boots he was wearing as he pulled his feet out of the pool of his jeans before reaching for me and pulling me back up to my feet.

He pulled my sweater up and over my head, dropping it to the ground, leaving me in my boots and tights and black lace bra. He bent at the knees and wrapped his arms around my waist before standing back up, lifting me up with him. I wrapped my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck as I gazed into his rich brown eyes. He’d lost the black tips of his Mohawk as the red had grown out and been freshly dyed, making it a shock of color in the fading light. He bent his face close to mine and started pressing light, tingly kisses along my jaw line, leading to the hollow under my ear and up to my ear lobe.

He caught the soft skin with his teeth, rolling it before drawing it into his mouth. I leaned into him, letting my eyes fall closed. I felt one of his hands at the clasp of my bra, and with one expert tug and twist, I felt the light fabric become loose around my body. I slid it off my arms and dropped it behind him to the ground. Daniel’s hand came up to cradle my right breast as he continued his slow assault on my left ear, having moved up and slipped the tip of his tongue inside, making me squirm against him. I felt my tights stretch around him and I now wished desperately that I hadn’t worn them.

Daniel’s thumb brushed across my nipple, puckering it, hungry for more attention. I arched my back, pressing myself against him, wanting to feel him inside of me already, remembering him above me, my nails cutting into his pale skin, tasting the salt of his sweat on my lips, the press of his hips into my thighs. The magic inside of me that had been quiet most of the night woke up suddenly, lashing in and out of my body, and I felt Daniel start as it struck him, and his teeth bit down on my ear and his hand spasmed on my breast in surprise, making me cry out for him.

He set me down and knelt in front of me. He urged my right foot up, holding my leg by the bend of my knee, and slipped off my boot, doing the same to the left before his fingers came up and curled into the waistband of my tights. I braced myself on his shoulders as I stepped out of the clinging fabric. Daniel sat back on his heels; he was left wearing only a pair of black cotton briefs, but I was naked now. I felt the magic swirling in my belly, clenching things low in my body. My long, fair hair drifted in the breeze, teasing my skin and the tops of my breasts. Daniel stared up at my body, his brown eyes dark as night now, and his lips parted, looking hungry and thirsty for me.

The lines of his body had gone soft at the edges and the world around us was aglow, and I knew my eyes had gone to quicksilver with the energy we were raising. I lifted a hand and ran it over his cherry red Mohawk; it was soft, but the spikes still sprung right back up. I ran my hand around his head and back up to his jaw until I could crook my fingers under his jaw and I urged him forward. Daniel came willingly, lifting up on his feet again, dragging his lips up my body until he was towering over me again. Hooking my fingers into the band of his briefs, I pulled them down until he could step out of them, the area now littered with our clothing.

The sun was gone and the moon was bright in the sky now, casting the world in a silvery glow, making our bodies shine. I realized then that Daniel and I had mostly only had sex standing up, and while there were trees here, I wasn’t keen on feeling the bite of bark on my bare back. As if reading my mind, Daniel took my hand and led me over to a patch of grass between the shrubbery, kneeling down and pulling me with him. He caught me around the waist and rolled me onto my back so that he was looking down at me. The first few times we had been together, my mind was clouded by the power of a Hunter’s bite, and while I had recovered snatches of memories, I couldn’t really remember what it had been like to see Daniel over me, his weight pressing down into me, and I was eager to do so now. I brought my legs up and around his waist, bending my knees and resting my heels on the curve of his ass, opening myself to him. I could feel him hard and ready for me, the swollen tip of his cock resting familiarly against my opening, already wet and eager for him.

He was braced on his forearms on either side of me, holding most of his weight off of me. I brought my hands up to cup his face and drew it down to mine, kissing him again. I felt like I couldn’t get enough of the taste of his mouth, the feel of his tongue massaging mine, his teeth on my lips. I wanted more and more as the magic inside of me rose up like a cresting wave, waiting, waiting, the pressure building deliciously inside of me. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled, making him settle his weight on top of me. He was heavy and real, muscles and bones curving into my soft form. I was having a little trouble breathing, but I welcomed the pressure; it made it real.

He broke our kiss and rested his forehead against mine. When I looked into his face, so close to mine, I saw his eyes were closed, his eyelashes a dark shadow on his cheeks. I felt his back tense and his shoulders bunched under my hands a moment before he was pushing his hips forward, sheathing himself inside of me. He arched his back, drawing his shoulders up and lifting his face to the sky as he pressed his hips into me. I could feel the sharp bones nearly cutting into the backs of my thighs, and I gripped him tighter, clenching around his cock, holding him inside of me, savoring the frozen moment. I gazed up at him, my eyes tracing the lines of his muscles, stretched out before me.

My hands had fallen away from his shoulders and were resting on his forearms now, feeling ropelike muscles straining under my fingers as he held himself up. When he finally released the stretch, he lowered his face to bury it in the curve of my neck, his lips brushing against my skin as he growled, “I’ve missed you, Taryn.” A shiver ran down my body, making me squirm against him, rubbing my swollen clit against him.

He slipped one arm under my leg, his elbow crooked into the bend of my knee, rocking my hips up, opening me even more to him. His other arm slid under me so that he could hold onto my shoulder, his fingers curling into the muscle. I felt his nails bite into my skin, awakening a faint throb from the shadow of the scar left by the bite. The throb pinged through my body, making my pussy spasm around his cock. Daniel chuckled low against my skin before his hips shifted, pulling slowly out of me until only the swollen head of his cock was inside of me, and then he was sliding back inside of me. He went slow and deep, pressing into me until I took all of him, finding the end of me.

My lips parted as a moan escaped me. I wanted to move with him, rock my hips to meet his, to rip away his slow, steady rhythm and make him scream for me as he came, but he held me fast. He was so much stronger, so much bigger than me, that I was at his mercy. That thought excited me and I felt my body respond to it, becoming wetter and tighter around him. Daniel growled incoherently against my neck before he bit down on my shoulder suddenly, making me cry out and drag my nails down his back, carving my pleasure into his skin.

“Daniel, please!” I begged as he slid in and out of me, slow and steady, pushing my patience to my limits.

“Please, what?” he teased before he suddenly slammed his cock into me. “Please this?” he asked as he pulled out of me again and slammed harder, deeper into me, his hips slapping against my thighs.

“Oh gods, yes!” I cried for him again. “More!”

“Tell me what you want,” he commanded, holding his hips back, his cock nearly all the way out of me.

“Oh, fuck me, Daniel! Fuck me hard!” I begged, my nails digging into him until I could feel the warm drip of blood under my fingers. The magic building inside of me burst suddenly out of me, striking at me and Daniel, making him cry out this time as he slammed into me again. Suddenly he was pounding into me, pressing me into the earth as he fucked me as hard as he could. The sounds of the fairgrounds were lost to the noise of our bodies coming together and my screams of pleasure as my magic pushed me over the edge and the orgasm tore through my body. But Daniel didn’t stop as I came over his thick, hard cock; he increased his speed, encouraged by my reaction. I could feel myself gripping him as he swelled inside of me, and I watched his face as he fucked me. His lips were parted, one corner turned up in a satisfied smirk and his eyes were dark as night, no longer the sweet brown I had admired earlier.

He kissed me then, fierce and hungry. My lip caught on his tooth and split, flavoring our kiss with blood and salt, and my body convulsed again as the blood fueled the magic inside of me. I caught his lip with my teeth and bit down until it bled. He made a noise of surprise, but he didn’t pull away from me, and I sucked on his lip, tasting the sweet tang of his blood, richer and saltier than elven blood. I could then feel that he was starting to lose his rhythm as his orgasm came closer and closer, his cock thicker and harder inside of me. His eyes bored into mine as I flicked my tongue over the wound on his lip, encouraging the blood flow, my belly filled with a warm, swirling power making me feel drunk.