The Pixie Prince (7 page)

Chapter Seven

When Max got back to Carpe Noctem, the sun had set, and the doors had just opened for the evening. He found Bliss upstairs, eating leftover lasagna. As soon as he walked in, she took her plate to the sink.

“I expected you a couple of hours ago,” she said as she rinsed the plate.

Max sat down at the counter and sighed. “I went to see Alexa.”

The plate clattered in the sink, and Bliss shut the water off. She turned to face him, her expression guarded. Max made a face at her. “It’s not what you think,” he told her.

Bliss dried her hands on a dishtowel and tossed it aside. “Then what is it?”

“She told me to go home and let you bite me.”

Bliss’ blue eyes widened in shock.

Max laughed. “Not what you were expecting to hear, is it?”

She shook her head and Max got up, coming around the end of the counter to take her in his arms. “Alexa is not Olivier. She wants me to be happy.”

“Olivier wants me to be happy,” she protested.

Max shook his head. “Olivier is sunk deep into his own vision of life. His only focus is his own pain. He uses it to control others including you and Lucien. He had not one thing to say when you told him I was your mate. All he did was give you that look that basically asked if you wanted to end up like him.” Max sighed and kissed the top of her head. “There are no guarantees, Bliss. All I know is that I really don’t want to end up like your brother and if you don’t bond with me, I will. I will be incredibly unhappy.”

Bliss relaxed against him, wrapping her arms around his waist. “I see your point. And I’m glad you told Alexa. I didn’t like it that you were hiding this from her. If I was your friend, I’d have punched you for not speaking up.”

“Yeah, well, Alexa’s not usually violent with me, thank the gods,” he laughed. “That’s not to say she hasn’t gone all vampire on some of the fan girls who stalk me.”

Bliss chuckled, her hands sliding inside the back of his t-shirt to caress his skin. “So you wanna do this tonight?” she purred, her eyes glowing electric blue.

Max shook his head. “My mattress will be here tomorrow morning and I have a photo shoot in the afternoon. I’ll meet you at my place for dinner and afterward, we’ll break in the new mattress, okay?”

She nodded her agreement. “My very own Prince and the Pea. How awesome is that?” She grinned.

“Not very,” Max grimaced. “You have no idea what I look like after sleeping on a regular mattress. All black and blue like someone ran over me a few times with a car.”

“Oh, I’m sure it’s not that bad,” she said, dropping her arms from around him and returning to the plate in the sink.

“You have no idea,” he repeated. “I’ve been sleeping in your bed since I met you. I have no problems here. The moment I have to sleep on something else, you’ll see exactly what I mean.”

Bliss finished washing the plate and stuck it in the drainer. “You know, you never did tell me the whole Pixie Prince legend thing,” she reminded him as she dried her hands again.

Max leaned over and kissed her briefly on the lips. “Tomorrow night I promise to come clean about everything. I’ll tell you about Alexa, about what Marty said about Olivier, and about the Pixie Prince legend. After that, you can let me fuck that sweet little ass of yours on my new mattress, and we can get down to the biting and bonding stuff.”

Bliss ignored his remark about fucking her in the ass. “What did Marty say about my brother?” she asked suspiciously.

Max waved her off. “Tomorrow. I know they need you downstairs, and I’m gonna go take a shower and watch some TV.”

One sleek, black brow arched up, and she pointed a finger at him. “I’ll let you off the hook for the moment, but tomorrow night, all bets are off. You’d better come clean about anything and everything before we bond, mister.”

An expression of innocence settled on Max’s handsome features. He held up both hands in a gesture of surrender. “Yes, ma’am. All my secrets revealed.”

“That’s more like it,” she said. “I’ll make sure I bring the fur-lined handcuffs.”

“Oooh. Promise?” he asked with a grin of delight.

“You betcha!” She winked at him and went down the stairs to the club.

Max stared after her for a moment, wondering how the hell he had gotten so lucky. Not only was his best friend the coolest vampiress ever, so was his mate. As he turned toward the bathroom, he cursed himself for not asking Alexa if the biting thing hurt…

Chapter Eight

Rushing home from his photo shoot, Max wondered if Alexa had everything ready. Usually, if he put her in charge of something, it was always done to perfection. However, he and Bliss would bond tonight and he needed it to be special so he worried. He unlocked his door and strode into his penthouse apartment to find that Alexa had outdone herself.

The place sparkled. The table in the dining area gleamed with white linen and expensive china and cutlery. A bottle of the best champagne chilled in a bucket on the table beside two crystal flutes. Elegant candles stood in the center waiting to be lit.

In the kitchen, Alexa had left him a note with instructions about dinner, which currently resided in the warming oven. In the bathroom, a note taped to the mirror reminded him to pick up his wet towels and not leave the room a mess.

But in the bedroom, Alexa had outdone herself.

The huge bed was draped in gold satin and brocade. Max didn’t recognize the linens so he figured Alexa must have bought them. One side of the bed was turned back invitingly, showing the golden silk sheets beneath. Scattered all over those sheets were red rose petals whose sensuous fragrance filled the room. Max touched the sheets, feeling his hand sink into the space foam mattress. A sigh of relief escaped him. The mattress had arrived.

He looked around, noting that Alexa had placed candles all over the room. He would have to figure out how to excuse himself to light them before he brought Bliss here. Everything screamed romance and love. No way could Bliss could walk into the bedroom and not know how special she was to him.

An hour later, Max was showered and dressed in a designer suit, his long blond hair pulled back in a queue tied with a plain black ribbon. He’d put away the wet towels and cleaned up after himself, then went around collecting all the notes Alexa had left for him. He had just finished lighting the candles on the table when the doorbell rang.

Beset with anxiety and nerves, he needed all his strength not to run to answer it. This was the first time Bliss would be in his house, his bed… And tonight, not only would she bite him for the first time, he would tell her what he felt for her before they bonded. He wasn’t worried about her reaction, just that he would do or say something wrong. He wanted everything to be perfect, right down to every sound he uttered. Trying to stay calm and focused, he walked to the door and opened it, then gasped out loud.

A form-fitting blue velvet dress skimmed Bliss’ figure. The tight velvet sleeves ended in points at her wrists, and the neckline plunged to show off the curves of her creamy breasts. Her dark hair was slicked back behind her ears instead of in its usual sleek bob. Sapphires gleamed in her ears and at her throat. Her height shocked him until he realized she wore spike heeled sandals. Her toes peeped out from between glittery straps, perfectly pedicured and painted blood red. Dangling from her hand were the furry red handcuffs.

Max’s cock stirred. They had yet to play with the cuffs. He figured tonight would be the perfect night since his headboard was brass and the rails were made for handcuff games. He held the door open, and Bliss stepped inside, her caramel scent filling his nostrils. His cock stirred more strongly this time. Max shut the door and bent to kiss her. Before their lips touched, she turned her head and his mouth brushed her cheek.

“Hello, Max,” she said in a deep, sultry voice.

Max swallowed hard. She was deliberately provoking him! Well, he thought, two could play that game. He picked up her free hand and turned it, kissing the inside of her wrist and letting the tip of his tongue touch her flesh briefly. When she sucked in a breath, he dropped her hand and led the way to the dining room.

He seated her and poured the champagne, sitting down across from her at the candlelit table. “To our future,” he murmured, holding up his flute.

Bliss tipped her glass until it clinked against his. “Our future,” she repeated, her eyes glowing with emotion.

Max wasn’t sure what they ate. He followed Alexa’s note to the letter, and Bliss seemed to like it. It all tasted like straw to him, but it only Bliss mattered, and she seemed quite happy. When she declined dessert, he blew out all the candles but one. Bliss asked to use the bathroom, and he showed her to the small half bath near the front door. Running to the bedroom with his candle, he rushed to light all the candles Alexa had placed there. He had just lit the last one when he heard Bliss’ voice.

“Max?”

“In here, baby,” he called out, ripping off his suit jacket and tie.

He reached down to unbutton his shirt, but a movement in the doorway caught his eye. Bliss stood there in her high heels and a royal blue lace thong, the handcuffs dangling from her slender fingers. He blinked, mesmerized by her beauty. He couldn’t remember ever having sex with a woman who wore sapphires and a thong before.

“You know,” he murmured. “Maybe we won’t need those cuffs after all.”

One black brow arched up. “You think not?”

He nodded in a daze as he reached for her. “You’ve already got me under your spell. What more do you need?”

Bliss laughed softly, twining her arms around his neck. She licked his jaw line and pulled the ribbon tie out of his hair. “I just need you, Max. Nothing but you.”

Max took the cuffs from her and tossed them onto a chair. Then he slipped his hands into the thong and snapped the lace band. It fell to the floor, leaving Bliss naked in his arms.

“You’re overdressed, lover.” She chuckled. “Let me help you.”

Max held his breath as she unbuttoned his shirt, pausing along the way to kiss and lick every inch of his chest that she bared. She tossed the white dress shirt toward the chair, neither of them noticing when it missed and landed on the floor. Her hands reached for the waistband of his slacks, and he toed off his shoes and socks. She slowly unzipped his pants, all the while rubbing her knuckles against his erection.

His cock was on fire. Max could find no other words to describe the sensation of his skin, hot and stretched tight, his dick harder than it had ever been before. By the time Bliss finished unzipping his pants, he wanted to throw her on the bed and plunge into the pussy that he knew was already soaking wet for him.

His slacks hit the floor, and he kicked them away. Her slender fingers delved beneath the waistband of his boxer briefs. Without touching his straining cock, she pushed the briefs down. When he stepped out of them, she knelt before him, looking up at him with bright eyes.

Max groaned and buried his fingers in her silky hair. “Bliss…holy hell, Bliss. I love you,” he said, the words falling from his lips automatically, as if he said them every day.

Her eyes glittered up at him. “Oh, Max, I love you too,” she whispered.

He reached down to lift her to her feet, but she dodged his hands, her own hands cupping his balls as her lips found the head of his cock. He groaned loudly, widening his stance for better balance as she sucked him deep into her mouth. Her throat muscles loosened, working the head of his cock as she deep-throated him, her nose bumping against the ridges of his abdomen.

Her fingers slipped past his balls to caress the crack of his ass as her tongue swirled over his cock. Max’s groans grew louder as she pulled free of him and sucked on her fingers, making them sticky with saliva. Then she sucked him back into her mouth as her wet fingers probed his ass. Pleasure exploded through his body as she sank one finger deep in his ass while sucking his cock like a porn star.

She fucked him with her finger, probing for his prostate. When she hit it, he moaned and pressed his cock more urgently into the hot cavern of her mouth. She stroked it again, and he cried out, hips bucking. She drove him insane, and Max loved it. He pressed back against her invading finger, and she hit his pleasure spot again as her tongue tickled the sensitive area beneath the head of his cock. This time the sensations were so great, he couldn’t contain himself.

Max came with a yell, his cum exploding into Bliss’ mouth. She sucked and swallowed, not letting one drop of his ejaculate escape. Knees weak and trembling, Max stroked his mate’s head until she was finished sucking him. Then she pulled her finger free of his ass as his cock popped out of her mouth. She knelt there, staring up at him with her electric blue eyes glowing with love and lust.

“Holy fucking hell, Bliss,” he exclaimed shakily. “That was…that was--” He broke off, shaking his head, at a loss for words.

She stood up and kissed him deeply, sucking on his tongue. Max could taste the sweet salty tang of his cum in her mouth, and he shivered. He’d just come, but already, his thoughts were of sinking his cock deep in her pussy. He led her to the bed, settling her against the rose petal-covered silk sheets. Spreading her thighs, he bent down and sucked her swollen labia into his mouth.

Bliss moaned and tangled her hands in his hair. Max spent long minutes licking her slick flesh and sucking on all her swollen bits. He took his time sucking and teasing her clit while stroking his fingers deep into her pussy. She moaned again, her head thrashing on the pillows as he pulled back and blew on her distended clit. On a long, keening cry, she came, her body twisting on the sheets.

Max pressed her thighs apart and pushed his cock into her with one long stroke. Her thighs wound around his hips, pulling him closer. Reaching for her breasts, he rolled her stiff nipples between his fingers as he kissed her, letting her taste herself on his tongue. His hips pumped his thick cock deep inside her, all rational thought leaving his head as he fucked her hard, the bed rocking beneath them.

Bliss licked and sucked at his neck, and he felt a strange tingle go through his body. The more she sucked at his neck, the stronger the tingle got. He reached down and hooked her knee with his hand, pressing it toward her chest. She slipped her ankle over his shoulder and instantly he felt himself go deeper into her pussy.

“Holy… hell…” he panted, feeling her gripping his cock with her muscles. “Bliss, I don’t know how much longer I can last.”

“It’s okay, Max. Come for me, baby,” she urged.

Sweat beaded on his forehead. “No. Not without you,” he said between gritted teeth.

Reaching between their bodies, he flicked a finger over her clit, and she jerked beneath him, moaning loudly. “Oh, Max!”

He rubbed her again as his thick cock filled her tightly. She groaned loudly and just when Max thought he couldn’t take any more, she came. Feeling her flesh convulse around his, he thrust into her again, feeling himself coming, spurting his seed deep into her. Her leg slid down from his shoulder as her tongue snaked into his mouth. Automatically, his tongue reciprocated, but her fangs seemed bigger and sharper, filling her mouth more than usual. He nicked his tongue on one and tasted blood.

Bliss stiffened beneath him, tearing her mouth from his. Then he felt her sucking on his neck again. That strange tingle went through him like an electric current. And then he felt it, the scrape of her fangs on his skin. He shuddered and she made a little sound that vibrated against the side of his throat. There was a sharp sting as she sank her fangs into him. As she started to suck, the most incredible feeling of elation went through him. Her thoughts flowed effortlessly into his head now.

Oh, Max, you taste like peppermint! By the gods, I love you so much!

Bliss, my beautiful, beautiful Bliss, make me yours, sweets. Bond with me…

Lights exploded behind Max’s closed eyes as she drank his blood. When she finished, he felt her fangs retract, and she licked his neck. Feeling sated and happy, Max forced his eyes open. Everything around him seemed to be in sharper focus. He’d thought things were more acute once he’d taken on his title, but it was nothing compared to now. He focused on Bliss’ worried gaze, her electric blue eyes impossibly bright in the candlelit room.

“You belong to me now, Bellisandra Wilde,” he murmured, reaching up to stroke her face gently.

“As you are mine, Maximilian LeFevre.”

With a long satisfied sigh, Max pulled out of her warm pussy and lay beside her, taking her in his arms. They lay curled together for a long time, just listening to the beat of each other’s hearts. After awhile, Max sighed.

“What do you know about the Faeworld?”

“Not much,” Bliss admitted, rubbing her cheek on his shoulder. “Just that it’s one of the Five Realms, is the home of all the fae creatures, and that it lies behind the Veil of the Jewel Box.”

Max nodded. “Legend states that the creation of the Jewel Box that separates the Faeworld from the Darkworld came about because the denizens of the Darkworld were more violent than the fae. Our entire bodies resonate with any emotion we feel.”

He wriggled against her, rubbing his hips against her soft skin to illustrate his words. “It’s difficult to hide anything if you’re fae. Some of the more exploitative creatures here in the Darkworld took unfair advantage, driving the fae behind the safety of the Jewel Box. Our royalty rarely leaves that haven until they are ready to go to the next realm, the Afterworld, where they shed their corporeal form.”

Bliss chuckled. “That sounds gross. Like caterpillars coming out of the larvae or something.”