What Happens in Vegas...After Dark (33 page)

He sank down onto the comfortable couch and took a sip of the rich hickory blend.

Damian had so many questions he didn’t know where to start. “So what’s the deal with my birthday?”

Elena sat down in a recliner near him and set her coffee on an end table after taking a sip. “I mentioned that the fae fertility levels have dwindled? That hasn’t changed over the centuries. Sometimes our people get lost, go off on their own, have children with humans. Some of them, through some kind of subconscious attraction, find each other and have kids, not even knowing what they are.” She paused. “Both your parents are Tuatha Dé. They just don’t know it. That means you’re a full-blood fae, though it’s been diluted with human blood in your genetic line. It’s very rare. Both you and your sister are full-bloods. Your parents were never located, not until it was too late to induct them.”

“Uh, huh.” Yeah, sure. He sipped his coffee.

She leaned forward. “The fae genes you carry have been mostly dormant…you’ve forgotten that you’re fae. In order to make you remember we had to inject you with our blood, my blood, in this case, exactly one hundred and seventy-three days after your birthday. Over the next few days, you’ll notice many changes as you become who you truly were meant to be. I’m just sorry it had to happen on your wedding day.”

“How does al that work?”

She shrugged a shoulder. “It’s magic.”

“Magic, huh?” He looked into his coffee cup for a moment and then set it aside. “I don’t believe in magic.”

Elena smiled knowingly. “You wil .”

He looked up at her. “Why don’t you show me some? I mean, you’re fae, right? You should be able to pull a rabbit out of a hat or something.”

She gave him a slow blink. “I can control fire, air, heat and light. I can throw illusion like nobody’s business and I can create sensation, though that’s a part of illusion, even here in this pocket of faery.”

He leaned forward with challenge clear in his eyes. “Go ahead. Shock and awe me.”

Elena grinned and leaned forward, too. “Are you sure you can handle it?”

Damian grinned. “I can handle anything you throw at me, lady.”

She snapped her fingers and plunged the room into darkness. The fire in the fireplace flickered twice, then roared to renewed life.

Velvet stroked along his thigh. He jerked and yelped a little in surprise. “Holy—”

“Shhh…” Elena shushed him from the opposite chair. “You asked for magic and magic you shall have.” Her voice was softer and smoother than the sensation moving over his body and he responded to it involuntarily.

The magical touch continued up his chest and over his arms. It lifted the coffee cup from his fingers and took it away, and then pressed him back into the cushions, moving over his neck and then down his stomach. It undid his belt and slipped inside, moving over his hard cock.

Damian’s breath caught and he closed his eyes, giving over to it. Maybe he should have been concerned, but he trusted Elena with strong irrationality. It didn’t make sense, it just was.

He opened his eyes enough to see Elena watching intently from the other chair as her ghostly fingers of magic caressed him. Her eyelids were heavy and her breathing seemed shallow. She rubbed over his cock, harder and faster, making him go rigid and needy. The magic ruff led his hair, pressed against his lips.

Hel , this would make him come.

“Okay, I believe you,” he murmured. “Now come on over here and give me the real thing.”

D amn it all to hell. What was he doing? This was wrong on so many levels. For fuck’s sake, he’d just jilted someone at the altar today!

Maybe it was for that reason that he suddenly needed Elena more than he needed to draw breath. Maybe it was the fact his world had been tilted on end, shaken, and then set back on its feet as though everything he’d ever known wasn’t a lie. Maybe it was Elena’s fae blood coursing through his veins, making him remember a promise his DNA had made without his permission or his knowledge.

Whatever it was, it was absolutely undeniable. He needed Elena and judging by the look on Elena’s face, she needed him just as badly.

Elena rose and took a step toward Damian.

Gods, what was she doing? She was engaged! It didn’t matter that she’d only once met the man she was destined to marry. It didn’t matter that it was a loveless political match, or that she and Damian shared something much deeper and real than she’d ever have with Reynolds. A heartstring. A cursed heartstring, a thing so rare as to be nonexistent had fallen into her lap only days before her wedding.

How could the universe be so cruel?

Her father expected she marry Reynolds and that was that. The last thing she should be doing now was Damian Porter.

“We shouldn’t do this.” She licked her suddenly dry lips. Fae culture said she could sleep with any male of her choosing up until the day of her wedding, but stil …to engage this way with a heartstring was dangerous.

But nothing, nothing in the world or the underworld could stop her.

“Yeah, I know.” Damian stood and walked toward her. He moved her hair to the side, exposing her shoulder. His gaze lingered on her skin. “Let’s do it anyway.”

“Oh, gods,” she murmured.

In a fit of good sense, she pushed past him toward her darkened kitchen. She stopped with her hands on her counter, staring at her kitchen cabinets as if they held al the answers about her life that she sought.

Damian approached her from behind. His heat radiated out and touched her through the fabric of her nightgown and robe. She turned to face him, but refused to raise her gaze to his. He didn’t know—couldn’t know what a heartstring was. All he likely felt for her was a confusing mixture of intense emotion and undeniable lust.

Her heart skipped a beat at the look in his eyes and she stepped to the side. He blocked her, caged her with his arms on either side of her. She considered her situation. If she wanted to get away, she could, but did she really want to?

No.

“Elena.” His voice shook. “Have you woven a spell over me?”

She gasped. “I would never do such a thing—”

“I want you more than is reasonable, more than I can control. Elena, please, let me touch you, let me be with you tonight. If you tell me to go away, I will, but—”

“I don’t want you to go away, Damian.”

His eyes went dark with passion. He yanked her robe and nightgown up to her waist with a jerk, while his mouth came down on hers. He delved his hand between her thighs, felt her bare neediness, where she was wet and warm and creaming at his touch.

Elena gasped in shock and pleasure and Damian made a contented sound. He stroked her softly between her thighs until she moaned and her blood heated. Elena’s clit swelled and became deliciously sensitive. When Damian touched her there, she ground herself against his hand, eager for more contact.

Damian made a frustrated noise and then pushed her robe off her shoulders and pulled her nightgown over her head. He seemed really impatient for this. She was, too. Elena knew it was the heartstring…tugging. Maybe this was good. They could scratch their itch, get each other worked out of their systems.

Yet, she knew that was a lie. There was no expunging the desire for a heartstring through mere sex.

Damian covered the mound of her breast with his hand. She had small breasts, but he seemed pretty happy with them. He lowered his head and sucked one, then the other into his mouth, licking her nipples like they were the best pieces of candy he’d ever tasted.

The delicious sound of Damian’s belt buckle being undone penetrated the haze of pleasure that enveloped her. “I have to feel you,” Damian murmured. “I have to feel you now.” He swore. “I have no condom.”

“We are fae, Damian,” she whispered. “We make our own fertility. You don’t need a condom right now.”

“Sweeter words never spoken.” He eased her thighs wider apart and set the smooth, broad head of his cock to her slick opening. Damian flexed his thighs and pushed up and into her. He did it slow—inch by wonderful inch.

Her breath caught at the sensation of him filling her. It had been a long time since she’d been with a man. She tended to be choosy about the men she slept with. To have a heartstring be the one breaking her self-imposed celibacy made it that much more profound.

Her fingers closed over the edge of the countertop behind her so she could steady herself for his slow, steady thrusts. They made her knees go weak and her toes curl.

Maybe a bed would have better, but Elena wasn’t sure anything short of magic could improve on having Damian inside her right now.

His warm breath brushed the tender skin of her neck and teased the fine hairs there.

“You feel good to me, Elena. Does this feel good to you?”

“Yes,” she breathed back.

“It’s been a while for you, hasn’t it?”

She could only manage a nod.

“I’m wondering why that is for such a beautiful woman.” His mouth found hers and he kissed her deeply, his tongue playing against hers.

Her fingers curled around his shoulders. “Less talking,” she murmured with a grin.

He nipped her lower lip and settled back into the delicious business of being the first man she’d been with in months. Elena felt her climax building. Pleasure seeped through every pore of her body as he drove her harder and faster until her orgasm exploded and washed through her body. She cried out as it overwhelmed her, nearly stealing her ability to remain upright.

As she shuddered under the pleasurable spasms of the tail end of her climax, Damian jerked against her, groaned and came. She slumped against him as he scattered kisses all over her shoulder, neck and mouth.

“Where’s your bedroom, Elena?” he whispered. “I’m not even close to finished with you.”

She shivered at the timbre of his voice—low, husky and filled with need. Elena took his hand and led him to the back of her apartment where her bedroom was. Once they arrived, he led her to the bed.

Damian stripped off the rest of his clothes with Elena’s help. They were both impatient to feel each other skin-on-skin. After they were both bare and sliding against each other, he pressed her down onto the mattress.

She let out a little sighing moan that made his cock go harder. “Spread your thighs for me,” he demanded in a low, soft voice. He wanted to explore every part of her body numerous times before Elena figured out her mistake and kicked him out of her apartment and her life.

He couldn’t understand why he needed and wanted her so badly. Tonight he would’ve risked anything to be with her and it wasn’t just about the sex—though that was great. It was a matter of connecting with her on an intimate level, becoming a part of her. It seemed odd he should want that so strongly with Elena; he’d only just met her. Yet, it was like he knew her and she knew him on a level that surpassed anything physical and went straight to metaphysical.

It was strange, but that went with his day.

Elena lay back against the pillows and dark blue silk sheets and opened her thighs. The soft light from the small lamp in the corner of the room caressed her small, pert breasts and their tightened, suckable nipples. Her beautiful pink pussy was aroused and swollen a bit from his cock. She’d creamed for him, ready once more.

Leaning down, he kissed the smooth skin between her breasts and then worked his way down. Her abdomen quivered under his lips and he drank in her response to him like a sip of the headiest alcohol. Needing to taste her, he trailed his tongue through her short, curly dark pubic hair and licked her swollen clit.

Elena buried her fingers in his hair and let out a long, low sigh. “Spend the night with me,” she murmured.

He raised his head from between her legs. “You’d have to use magic to make me go away. Elena, touch yourself for me, baby.”

A look of surprise crossed her pretty face. “What?”

“Touch your breasts, play with your nipples. Touch your pussy. Make yourself come while I watch. I want to see how you like to be touched.”

“Really?” She paused. “That would excite you?”

“Oh, yeah.”

Endearingly, she blushed a little. She was so formal, so elegant and a little bit reserved.

Damian wanted to tear down the walls holding back her sexuality. He could sense a delicious wantonness in her and he wanted to let it off its leash.

Biting her lower lip and casting her gaze downward so her long sooty lashes shadowed her cheek, she reached up and cupped her breast. Her actions were unsure, tentative. “I’d rather have you touch me, Damian.”

“Oh, I will, don’t worry about that. I want to see you do it first.” Damian knew she was aroused, knew that soon she’d give herself over to the excitement of the game and forget he was even watching.

She closed her eyes and settled back into the pillows, allowing her thighs to fall open a little more. Damian’s fingers curled to touch her, but he resisted, wanting to see what she would do.

Her hands plumped her breasts and she rubbed her thumbs over the hard nipples until her breath caught and her tongue stole out to wet her lips. Gently, she pinched each in turn, just a little, and a soft moan of pleasure escaped her.

“That’s right, pinch them. Roll your nipples, baby.”

She did it again and her hips thrust forward.

“You want me to fuck you, Elena?”

“Yes,” she breathed.

Her pussy looked like a beautiful, ruby-red fruit in its arousal. He had a ful view of her perfect, excited, suckable clit and her pouting labia. If he leaned in now, he could take her labia between his lips, he could lick her little clit until she bucked beneath him and came.

“I want to fuck that pretty cunt of yours, and I wil . Make yourself come for me first.”

Elena flushed a little at the coarseness of his words. This woman needed some coarse in her life. She licked her lips and her breath caught. Talking dirty excited her.

She slid one hand down her stomach slowly and allowed her fingers to tangle through her pubic hair.