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“Put your arms around my neck, honey, and hold on.” His voice, gruff with sleep and arousal, teased her right ear, his breath hot against her flesh. “Jesus, you feel like heaven.”

  She complied without thinking, sliding her arms around his shoulders, her fingers sinking into sweat-slick skin.

  He held himself above her but let his forehead rest on hers as he thrust, slow and steady. He didn’t vary his rhythm and it became an almost unbearable sensual torture.

  Time stretched then ceased to exist. Only the sound of his breath in her ear and the friction of his flesh against hers held any meaning.

  She almost felt as if he were weaving his own spell around her. But that couldn’t be possible. He had no magic.

  Only the magic of his voice as he told her how beautiful she was as he fucked her.

  “Gorgeous. Absolutely gorgeous. God, your breasts are fucking beautiful. I want to put my mouth on them. And I will but, Jesus, right now I just want to fuck you as long as I can. I feel like I could go all night. I love how you put your legs around my waist, the way they cling to me—”

  He broke off with a groan and froze, cock throbbing inside her pussy. “Whoa, gotta stop. Just for a sec. Don’t wanna come yet. Feels too damn good. Baby, you feel too damn good.”

  Her mouth opened to speak but she didn’t want to rouse him from whatever dream state he thought he was in. Still, his words struck a cord somewhere in the vicinity of her heart. No one had spoken to her like this in decades, possibly more than a century. Like he adored her.

  She hated to admit she’d missed it. Her pussy clenched around him in response and he groaned.

  “You keep doing that and this is gonna be over right now.”

  She never could resist a challenge. She tightened her muscles again and this time he bucked against her as if he’d been slapped from behind.

  “I don’t want to wait anymore,” she whispered into his ear. “Make me come again. Ride me hard and make me scream.”

  Then she fastened her teeth onto his earlobe and bit down, hard enough to be painful.

  He groaned again, low in this throat. “Jesus Christ, girl, stick a knife in my heart. It’d be faster. Hold on now ’cause this could get rough.”

  “I’m counting on it.”

  “Oh, fuck.”

  He’d reached his breaking point and she enjoyed knowing she’d pushed him to it.

  His thrusts increased, each one harder and deeper than the last. His sac slapped her ass with each invasion, a rough caress that only heightened each sensation.

  She loved every second.

  As if he realized it, his motions became harder, more forceful, a little out of control. His size made each reentry a delicious mix of pleasure and pain—stretching, burning, rubbing. Her clit throbbed like it was on fire and another climax hit her when she wasn’t expecting it, making her cry out.

  He groaned as her fingernails dug into his back but he kept pumping into her until she felt his cock jerk inside her. The strength of his orgasm caused his back to bow and his hips to smash into hers one last time.

  His cock continued to jerk and release his hot seed for several seconds before he finally collapsed on top of her. His head dropped onto the pillow next to hers, facing away.

  She didn’t know how long they lay there, their chests rising and falling in unison, their skin fused together with sweat. It wasn’t uncomfortable. Just the opposite.

  He felt right laying on top of her. Like she’d been missing something for years.

  No, that wasn’t right. Couldn’t be right. She’d been missing nothing.

  This had been a huge mistake. She needed to leave.

  She should’ve left the second she’d realized her magic hadn’t worked on him. She shouldn’t have stayed for the sex, although the sex had been amazing.

  Which was totally not the point.

  Tinia’s teat, what if he discovered who she was? What she was? What if—

  He shifted and sighed, turned his head and nuzzled his nose into her neck and her every nerve ending wanted to dance in delight.

  “I’ve never had a dream as real as this one before. But I’m gonna be sleeping a lot more now if you show up again.”

  Then he slid to her side, threw a leg over her thighs and an arm over her chest, one hand cupping her left breast. He toyed with the nipple while she lay there, trying to figure out what to do next.

  She should kill him now. Make it quick and easy. She’d had her fun and he…well, he’d given her more pleasure than she’d found in the last three hundred years.

  It’d be a shame to get rid of him so soon. She could—

  Her breath caught in her throat as his hand slid from her breast to her stomach to her hips and finally to her mound, where he tangled his fingers in her short curls.

  How easy it would be to let him please her again.

  So why not keep him, just for a few days?

  Well, for one thing, her magic hadn’t worked on him.

  Hmm. Maybe she’d simply been too distracted to weave the spell correctly.

  It was worth another try, especially if it meant she could have him again.

  Closing her eyes, she began a binding spell, muttering words in a long-forgotten language. It was hard to concentrate with his fingers moving in ever-widening circles on her mound. They brushed her clit then swept away. Came close the next time but didn’t touch.

  She had to start the spell twice before she got it right. She knew she’d been successful when his hand froze in mid-sweep.

  “What the—”

  A smile curved her lips as she rose from the bed, slipping from his now-stiff arms. When she stood, he follow her with his eyes. Beautiful blue eyes, now filled with uncertainty as he tried but couldn’t move his body.

  And when she unfurled her wings behind her and shook her hair over her shoulders, his eyes widened until she was afraid they might fall out of their sockets.

  Now he was truly awake.

  Chapter Three

  Justin came to two realizations at the same time.

  He was definitely awake. And he was in a shitload of trouble.

  The second didn’t sink in until the woman—creature?—standing before him unfurled pink wings behind her back.

  Holy shit. Dad was right.

  He’d found exactly what he’d been searching for all these years.

  And she was in no way happy he’d done so.

  He tried to get off the bed, to stand—and found he couldn’t move a muscle. He tried to speak but couldn’t force his mouth to form the words. Fear began to edge out the leftover endorphins from the incredible sex.

  Holy hell, did I really have sex with a fairy?

  Oh hell, had he been any good?

  Damn, now that was a sobering thought.

  Standing by the side of the bed, the woman’s expression held a mix of haughtiness and anger. With the exception of those wings, she looked exactly like a pissed-off human female. She really did resemble a young Sophia Loren with that deep auburn hair that fell nearly to her waist in rumpled waves, huge green eyes and full lips.

  But she wasn’t built like that bombshell. This woman was slim as a boy, her breasts no bigger than a B-cup. Still, she was the most seductive creature he’d ever seen.

  And those pink wings…

  No. No, someone must be playing a joke on him. One of the other researchers must have slipped in here last night and shot him full of something. Something that impaired his movement. Then they’d paid a prostitute to slide into bed with him, fuck him then put on those wings to screw with his head.

  The nerds he worked with in the lab were known for their practical jokes and were smart enough to get away with them. And everyone knew about his belief in fairies.

  They all thought he was nuts. But in his soul, he knew, even without his father’s research, that creatures of myth did live among humans. He hadn’t needed to see one with his own eyes to know for sure.

  What he didn’t believe was that this
fairy had willingly climbed into his bed and had sex with him. Really fucking amazing sex.

  The woman blinked once and crossed her arms over her breasts. She didn’t seem bothered by her nudity and he certainly wasn’t. She could stand there naked for hours.

  But her sharp glare made his balls shrivel.

  Would she hurt him?

  No, if she’d wanted to do that, she’d had plenty of opportunity already.

  As if she’d read his mind, a smile broke across her full lips.

  Oh hell. He knew enough about women to be worried about that smile.

  “Worried yet, human? You should be. I could kill you now and no one would be the wiser. Did you think I wouldn’t realize what you were doing out here? What you’ve been looking for with your camera and your gadgets?”

  Shock zipped through his still-paralyzed body. No one knew why he was really here. Even though his colleagues knew he believed in things beyond accepted science, he hadn’t told anyone of his personal research. Not even his boss knew why he’d been so eager to get this assignment. He fought to make his mouth do his bidding but couldn’t get any words out.

  “What I’d like to know,” she continued as she paced at the foot of the bed, “is how you discovered where to look. Not that you would have seen me if I hadn’t allowed it, but I’m curious. I’ve lived in these woods for many years. Tell me how you came to detect my presence. You may speak now if you choose. Or I can kill you.”

  Frankly he preferred that she continue to talk. Her voice held an accent he couldn’t place although it sounded faintly Italian. Her English was flawless but, by the way she formed her words, it seemed as if the language was almost alien to her. It was the sexiest thing he’d ever heard.

  Still, the expression on her face left no room for doubt. Either he answered or she’d hurt him. So he lied.

  “With our new technology, we can pick up trace signatures of paranormal activity. Your signature—”

  She slashed her hand through the air and he snapped his mouth shut.

  “Don’t bother to lie. Your aura just lit up as if you’d been struck by lightning. Of course, if you truly knew what you were dealing with, you would know I am able to tell you are lying. I refuse to believe you just happened to come here to do your research. I do not believe in such luck.”

  Neither did he, but then he hadn’t picked the site. His company had. BD Enterprises had a hell of a lot of money riding on the results of Justin’s legitimate research. Daniel Bonnini, owner of BD Enterprises, wanted proof that the top-secret research facility BD Enterprises wanted to build only a few miles from here would have no impact on the Hawk Mountain Sanctuary environment.

  Justin’s assignment was supposed to be covert. Bonnini wanted proof on hand that their facility would not be a threat to the sanctuary if local government gave them hassle about zoning.

  He’d be damned if he breached his ironclad confidentiality agreement and spilled his guts. He liked his job too much.

  So he kept his mouth shut.

  With a disgusted sound, she flapped her wings as if in annoyance. The movement looking so…real, it derailed every other thought in his head.

  How did they work?

  The obvious answer had to be her hands but right now her hands were on her hips. She must have strings attached. He tried to crane his head to the side to see behind her but still couldn’t move one muscle of his body. That worried him more than anything else.

  Still, his dad had always told him he could talk a little old lady out of her Social Security check.

  “Hey, I’m willing to be trade secrets, if you are. You tell me who you’re working for and what you want and I’ll try to give you as many answers as I can.”

  Well, not really, but it was worth a shot. Besides, he didn’t really believe she could tell when he was lying. He’d become a damn good liar.

  Her wings flapped again several times and he couldn’t help but ask, “How are you doing that? They look so real, it’s amazing.”

  She huffed. “That’s because they are real, ceffo. I thought you knew what you were doing out here. Don’t tell me I’ve wasted two months worrying about a New Age dimwit with a few toys and—”

  Whoa, wait a second. New Age dimwit? Those were definitely fighting words. “Who the hell are you, lady?”

  Her beautiful green eyes widened at his harsh tone but he was beginning to think maybe he’d never woken from his dream. Because he’d be damned if those wings weren’t real.

  Holy shit. “You really are a fairy, aren’t you?”

  Pretty lips pursed, she huffed again. “I’m just about at the end of my patience with you, etera. Do not offend me by calling me ‘fairy’.” Her back straightened and she looked regal enough to be a queen. A gorgeous, naked fairy queen. “I am a folletta of the Etruscan Fata. I am not one of those English pansies who frighten children and dance in the forest.

  “I was born in the hills of Toscana, ran free in the ancient forests of Etruria. For centuries, my people have watched yours destroy the Earth. You’ve poisoned the water, decimated the forests, forced us into hiding.” The tips of her wings curled over as if pointing at him. “You’ve polluted the air with chemicals and created weapons that mutate the natural order of life.

  “And now,” she practically spat the words out of her mouth, “you want to capture me like a mouse in a trap. Make me a pet or a lab experiment. Well, I can tell you, it’s not going to happen.”

  Holy hell, she was even more beautiful when she was angry.

  But angry didn’t quite cover it. She was royally pissed. Because he’d called her a fairy and happened to be human.

  What the serious fuck?

  Folletta. She’d called herself folletta. He racked through the copious amount of arcane lore he’d amassed over the years and dug out all the information he had. A spirit associated with air from Italian folklore. Nothing he remembered made him think she was dangerous, although Italian folktales were way bloodier than the English.

  “Jesus, you’re beautiful.”

  The words were out before he could stop them. Not that he didn’t believe them completely, but he didn’t think compliments would make her trust him any more than she already did. Which was nil.

  Her mouth dropped open a second before she spoke.

  “Are you an idiot? I didn’t think so until this minute but now I have to wonder. I could snap your neck with my fingers, tear your heart out of your chest with my hand.” Her eyes narrowed as her hands moved in the air, acting out her words. “Or would you like me to turn you into the dog you really are?”

  The part of him that loved women—and she was a woman, no matter that she had wings—couldn’t help but smile at her rage.

  Yeah, he was an idiot.

  Because, despite the fear that she could do any of those things to him, he still wanted her. She was the most gorgeous woman he’d ever met and she had wings. She was the embodiment of every fantasy he’d had as a teenage geek, obsessing over Dungeons and Dragons and The Lord of the Rings.

  And he realized not every part of his body was paralyzed. He had a rock-hard erection.

  Since he was probably already a dead man, he let his gaze drop to her breasts. He wanted to suck those peach-colored nipples into his mouth and bite into them until she screamed with pleasure.

  She was absolutely gorgeous.

  He sat up and reached for her before he remembered he couldn’t—and discovered he could.

  Her eyes widened and her mouth dropped open as he reached for her, cupping her breasts in his hands.

  “Maybe we could wait on the dog thing until a little later,” he said. “Unless you like it like that and then I’m all for it, babe.”

  He sealed her lips with his before she could say anything else, forced his tongue into her warm mouth and slid one arm around her waist so she couldn’t get away. Then he indulged his curiosity and let his free hand stroke her wings. They were soft, like the finest leather, but petal-thin. He was afrai
d he’d puncture them with his fingers if he was too rough.

  She stood there, frozen, as he kissed her, grinding his erection into the soft, cool skin of her belly. Jesus, if he rubbed any more he’d come all over her stomach. And he definitely didn’t want to do that. He wanted to be in her again when he came.

  She started to squirm about the time he grabbed her hips in both hands and twisted his body until he had her under him on the bed.

  Scarlata hit the bed, still not giving the man much of a fight.

  But the second she felt the cool sheets under her, she began to struggle with everything in her, more out of fury than fear.

  Her spells didn’t work on him. Why? Was he countering her spells with his own magic? If so, why hadn’t she recognized him as a magical creature?

  She tried to buck him off but he had to weigh nearly seventy pounds more than she did and he stood at least six inches taller. He held her down easily, trailing kisses from her neck to her breasts. With her arms stretched over her head, her wrists held in one of his huge hands, he used his other to hold her hips.

  His erection pressed against her stomach, the heat of it nearly scalding her skin. Involuntarily, her hips rose to that heat and then… Her next thought was only how to make him hurry and enter her.

  No! By the Goddess, she wasn’t that easy. This etera could not be allowed to have the upper hand.

  Still, his mouth and his hands worked together to flood her body with desire. He’d trailed his lips to her breasts, laving the left nipple with his tongue while the hand that’d been on her hip fondled her right breast. The rough texture of his tongue felt like sandpaper against her sensitive flesh and she arched into him, uncaring that he smiled against her skin before sucking the nipple into his mouth and biting down just hard enough to make her moan with pleasure.

  He made her moan again when he transferred his mouth to her other nipple.

  Then he moved lower.

  Panting, she only realized her hands were free when she fastened them to his broad shoulders and pushed him down farther, until his breath disturbed the curls between her legs. Her eyes opened and she looked down to see him staring up at her.