Garon laid his sleeping mate down on his bed and stood back to drink her in. Her short copper hair waved carelessly across her forehead gleaming with shadows of deep gold. Little brown spots humans called freckles, dotted her alabaster skin. He ached to press his lips to each one. Her full pink lips and creamy neck led him down to her lush full breasts completely covered by a slim fitting t-shirt that allowed a faint outline of her taut nipples. Unlike Fae women she possessed a full rounded body coveted among his people. He could imagine his rope wrapped around her limbs and torso pressing into her ample flesh. His cock twitched and lengthened in anticipation. He would be lucky if he didn’t go off like a rocket the first time he spread her full thighs.   

It was time for her to wake up. He pressed his lips to the small patch of bare skin between her t-shirt and breeches. She stirred only a little. Her lips parted just enough to allow a small sigh to escape. He didn’t want to scare her but damnit he had to see more. Needed to explore his fated mate’s body.

Mate. I still can’t believe I have a mate. Briefly his thoughts wandered back to Kian as he wondered where his friend was hiding. He was anxious to show her to him, but not until he buried his own cock into her tight, wet cunt.

He sat on the edge of the bed at her waist and reached up to touch her cheek. “Come on, Little Fire, it’s time to wake up.” Her lips parted further as his rough fingers traced their fullness. Her quiet murmurs grew deeper and she woke.

Her lids fluttered open and he stared into her sky blue eyes. She jolted from his touch as she sat forward.

Her gaze darted about the room before landing back on his face. “What the hell happened? Where am I?” she threw her hands over her face and rubbed furiously. “I thought I was having a dream, but I wasn’t was I? You’ve kidnapped me.” Her statement angered him as he had every right to claim her.

“I haven’t kidnapped you darling, just accepted your invitation and claimed you as my intended mate by bringing you to my home.”

Her cheeks flushed and she lowered her head as his gaze wandered from her eyes to the gentle curve of her neck.

“And where exactly is this home? I remember you used the word Fae, but I must have misunderstood.”

“No, you heard me correctly. I am Garon of the Seelie Fae, warrior for my people.” Her head jerked up at his words, nailing him with her intense eyes.

“Wait. Are you telling me that you’re a real Faery?” The look on her face indicated she thought he was full of bullshit.

“I’ve heard it’s sometimes hard for humans to accept when they first find out, but only humans can open the veil between our worlds and seek a fae mate.” She twisted her hands together in anguish and plucked at the edge of her shirt..

“But that’s not what I did. I merely did a reading for myself, saw some cards that made me a little uneasy. So I cast a spell to ease the trouble headed my way. Which obviously didn’t work. But I definitely didn’t ask for this.” She waved her hands gesturing around his home and himself.

“Aah, Little Fire, but you did do this. You called for your mate and I answered. Now you are mine.” He brushed the back of his hand across her cloth covered breasts and smiled when her nipples hardened at his touch.

“Stop that. And stop calling me Little Fire. My name is Faith.” Despite her words he continued to caress her breasts. His heart rate increased and his breathing grew choppy.

“Faith. That name suits you. I don’t want to stop touching you. In fact you need to remove this shirt for me so that I can properly admire your breasts.”

“I will not. I don’t even know you.”

He brought his mouth down to her breast and nipped it through the cloth. Despite her claims of resistance, her voice broke on her statement and Garon clearly heard the desire in her voice.

She rewarded him with a sharp intake of breath as her bottom squirmed into the bed.

“Have it your way then.” Garon crossed the room and rummaged through a drawer. He pulled out a length of what looked like silken rope and turned back toward her.

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