"Who are you? Come out from there. What are you doing
in this part of the forest?"
Paige leaned around the spider's tree, touching the
opposite side to peek at the person who spoke. Her hand
caressed the rough bark, gripping it as she pressed her
weight forward. His voice was strange, accented in a way
she had never heard. But, what did that matter? She
understood his words easily enough. Unnaturally shy, she
watched him with wide eyes.
"Come out. I will not hurt you. I promise." He gentled
his voice and swung down from his mighty horse. She had
never seen a creature so big and thick with muscles. His
horse was huge, too. Paige guessed it would have to be to
carry such a man as this.
He wore a loose shirt over tighter breeches. Boots laced
up his calves, over the pants. A sprinkling of hair exposed
through the opened laces of his shirt caught her attention,
as did the puckering of a scar. Her eyes lifted to his
hair, messed up and accented with bits of the forest.
Bright ribbons caught her attention. They fluttered in the
breeze like small flags.
"Fairy," she whispered, realizing this must be what the
flying pests looked like in their world, all big and tall.
She looked down at her arms. Or was she little now? Would
she grow wings?
The fairy man lifted his hand to her, drawing her
attention back to him. A hint of dark black design showed
on his wrist. His fingers curled as if to order her gently
from her hiding place.
But nothing about this man appeared to be a fairy pest,
beyond his ribboned hair. No, he looked...
Big. Muscled. Strong. Extraordinary. Delectable.
"Fairy?" he repeated, the word softer than the
others. "Are you new to my world, my lady?"
Paige nodded, entranced by his lips and the way they
opened and closed each time he spoke. Even from the
distance she could see the fine texture of their fullness.
She wondered if he'd let her touch them. Her fingers tapped
lightly against the bark. The scent of nature became heady
as her breathing deepened.
His beckoning fingers stopped moving and his hand
dropped somewhat. Huskier than before, he asked, "Did you
come to Fallenrock through the fairy rings?"
Fallenrock? Again, she nodded. Heat churned inside her,
melting her insides and causing her to shake. Every
instinct told her she was safe, that he wouldn't hurt her,
that she could go to him, that she should go to him.
Go to him.
"I am Sir Aidan of Fallenrock. I promise you, no one
will harm you here. You are most welcome, my lady. You
Paige stepped from behind the tree and stood naked
before him. Well, naked except for the gauze belt whose
ends tickled her thighs when she moved. His words ended
abruptly, dying on his still parted lips, as his eyes
swooped down and up only to finally land on her breasts.
The brown–green orbs lit with an inner magic. She
could see it in the way the light reflected in the pools of
his eyes. This proved it. He was a fairy after all. It made
sense that she would fall for his magic.
She stared back just as intently, taking in the thick
cords of his neck, the texture of his skin, the breadth of
his shoulders, the tapering line of his waist, the
thickness of his legs. That's where her eyes stopped. His
weight shifted just enough so she could see the bulge of
his erection hinted beneath his shirt. Her desires only
increased, as did her curiosity to see more, until she
couldn't think or reason beyond the feelings of lust
churning inside her. She wanted him. No, she needed him. He
was air and food and water and shelter. He was every base
need she had ever experienced and she could no more stop
her feet from walking toward him than she could give up all
those other things.
Go to him. Touch him. Feel him. Breathe him in.
Words were beyond her. He hadn't moved, his hand still
frozen in air, his lips still parted as if frozen in time.
Paige didn't try to make sense of what was happening. She
went to him, drawn into the heat of his chest. Selfishly,
she studied his features up close, not stopping to wonder
what he thought or what he wanted. He smelled of fallen
leaves and she pressed her cheek along his jaw to breathe
him in. As her skin brushed his for the first time, she
Touch. Feel. More. Breathe.
Paige reached for his neck, running her hands over his
tense muscles. He didn't stop her. In fact, he still didn't
move. Her fingers traced the scar on his neck, twining in
She thrust her hands beneath the hem of his shirt,
driving them upward onto his stomach and chest. Paige felt
small next to him and she was considered tall for her
people. Moaning, she explored the defined valleys of his
upper body. Every nerve stung with desperation and it
showed in the growing roughness of her touch.
"Were you sent for me?" he asked.
Paige barely heard him. But at his expectant look, she
nodded—anything to get him to touch her the way she
needed him to. Her sex ached, radiating hot desire. He
lifted his shirt and tossed it aside, revealing the muscles
she had been so apt to explore. Scars marred his skin and
the black designs ringing his wrists were repeated higher
on his biceps.
He lowered his mouth and kissed her, hard. Paige let
him, parting her lips to allow him complete access. The
taste of him filled her mouth. His chest pushed fully into
her breasts, rubbing the taut nipples. It was unlike
anything she had ever felt. Even in her euphoric state, she
let him take the lead, bending to the obvious confidence of
his embrace. Strong, firm hands slid down her sides,
cupping her hips and ass. Aidan pressed her against his
arousal, rocking so she felt every inch. At any other time
she would have been afraid, but the ambrosia didn't allow
for fear or prudence.
Must have more. Feel him. Touch him. Breathe him. More.
Paige reached her arms around him and held tight. He
walked her back into a tree, holding her up by her ass when
she would stumble. The bark scratched her skin, but not so
bad she wanted to stop. She clawed frantically at his
flesh, scratching it in her haste.
Aidan's hands were between them now, jerking at the
laces along his hip. When he couldn't free himself fast
enough, he growled. The animalistic sound gave her chills.
He was as desperate as she.