Page 14 of Solstice

Oh,I liked this side of Ivy, and judging by the way she wrapped her ankles around my waist, she liked this side of me, too. I reached over my head to rip off my shirt, tossing it in the direction of her hoodie, and hovered over her again.

Last chance. One last out before I drive this home.

“Say mercy,” I whispered against her mouth as I tugged the waist of my pants down to my mid thighs, positioning my dick at her warm, inviting entrance.

“Never.”

I surged home. No preparation. No foreplay.

Correction: This whole night had been foreplay—the dinner and the chase and the torment. We had an entire lifetime of foreplay before this, and the moment I was fully seated inside her, I let out a noise that sounded like a hiss and a moan, completely humiliating me for how unprepared I was to hear it. She fit like fucking heaven, so wet and tight and perfect. It made my arms shake.

“Fucking hell,” she said, arching into the touch, and I laughed, falling forward to cage her head in between my elbows, holding myself up while I rocked inside her. Hard. Deep. Halfway out. All the way in.

She turned her head to the other side and sank her teeth into my arm, the agony only urging me on, making me go faster, driving me in deeper.

“I shouldn’t want you like this, Lex,”she mentally said, entering my mind with no consent needed. We were already so close, so intimately connected.

“Want me however you want, X,”I replied.“I love you. I love you.”

I chanted it over and over again in her head, terrified that speaking it out loud would be too much. It would ruin the moment. It would ruin the game, the one where Imadeher do this, the one where Itookthis from her, releasing her from having to admit how much she wanted it herself.

I buried my teeth in her neck, right over that pulsing pink X, and her pussy tightened around me as she gasped and arched into the touch. I took her roughly, pushing her against the carpet with each desperate thrust, digging my fingers into her shoulders, her throat, anywhere I could touch her. The pressure was amazing, building in every part of us, growing in the small, tense space between us.

She moaned and tilted her head back, clenching her eyes shut as her emotions poured out of in her thick, heavy waves, and I kept going. Harder. Rougher. Deeper. Meaner. Until her orgasm overwhelmed her and rattled through me, through our connection, through whatever link made it so easy for us to slip inside each other’s minds. Fuck, it set off mine, and my balls tightened with awareness I was on the brink of the most spectacular climax I’d ever had. I didn’t know where we stood on fluid bonding, so I’d just been about to pull out, but Ivy locked her legs around me.

“Come inside me,”she said.

A small part of me said I should stop and think about this, but who the fuck cared, right? We were getting married in a few months. She was on birth control, but even if I got her pregnant, so be it. In the heat of the moment, something about impregnating Ivy Washington slammed a kink button I didn’t even know I had. I wanted to see her belly big withmybaby, knowing this night, the night she finallylet me win, was the night we created an even more special bond.

I never imagined having children with her, but as my climax hit me everywhere all at once, making my head swim and my knees tremble, I emptied myself inside her and whispered, “Mine.”

I didn’t mean to say it. She wasn’t meant to hear it. But she ran the tips of her fingers down the center of my spine and moaned an appreciative noise before saying, “Mine,”in return.

After I peeled myself off my fiancée, we lay in the center of the hallway, naked, panting, and sweating down our hormones, the weight of what we did between us. For the first time in our lives, our connection burned bright and vibrant. Ivy smiled at me, and I grinned back, the sting from the various scratches and bites adding a necessary torment to our unconventional bliss.

“Are you okay, X?”

She nodded and sighed, digging her palms into her eyes. “I can’t believe we did that.”

“Why not?”

“It’s not supposed to be like that.”

“Yeah, it is.” I couldn’t help my giddiness. Nothing had ever felt more perfect.

She shook her head and stared up at the ceiling. “What if the only reason we feel this way is the fairy curse? What happens when we break it?”

That had been her argument for months, and we were no closer to finding Siobhan today than we were when we stumbled our dumbasses into the woods on Samhain two years ago.

“Ivy.” I took a deep breath and shook my head, sitting up to push back against the wall. “We would have ended up right here no matter what.” She curled upright and scooted next to me, my fingers itching to touch the carpet rash on her back, but I settled for staring down into her eyes. “Our parents have been conspiring since we were children. If there’s no way out of it, we might as well revel in it.”

I meant that. I truly did.

Four years ago, I would have agreed with her. I knew better now. I had a man’s viewpoint of my childhood memories. In all that time I’d spent hating her, I hadn’t really despised her. If I were honest with myself, I’d been desperate for her attention. Even when she appeared to like Marcus more than me, even when she’d befriended Miri before I met her, even when she stole my boyfriend and flaunted him in my face for years.

Part of me feared I could never be separated from Ivy Washington, and if I were, I’d shrivel into a husk of the person I used to be. I didn’t know who I was without her, and though it had been buried deep in my subconscious, I’d known that since I was born. It was one thing to understand that myself, and another to make her see it.

I led Ivy to the shower, and we washed each other, taking time to kiss and caress any remaining marks from our escapade.

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