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  She’s soft and curvy and tall for a human, which relieved me because, as a tall warrior, I had hoped my queen wouldn’t force me to bend my back in half to kiss her.

  But I would have, for Sandra.

  I’ve seen her so many times in my mind, ever since the dream fae mate vision ceremony.

  Everyone said I was crazy. That she couldn’t exist.

  She does, and she’s everything. And right now, she’s in mating thrall, so even though I know she’s still saying she doesn’t want me, or know me like I know her, I’m going to help her.

  But it’d be lying to say I wasn’t dying to do this as well.

  I’ve been in mating thrall since I laid eyes on her in person. So real and perfect and beautiful that I could hardly believe she was real.

  And she thinks I’m unbelievable.

  What’s unbelievable are the gorgeous noises she’s making as her soft body twists with pleasure beneath me as I kiss her lips and gently pinch her nipple, listening to her moans.

  I let the clouds relax and lower us flat to the ground so we’re on a soft, mattress-like surface with me above her.

  Her breath is heaving, and I’m propped above her, a hand on either side of her head.

  She looks around and then up at me and smiles. “You really are something from a dream, aren’t you?”

  I shake my head. “No. Right now, I’m very real.” My legs are intertwined with hers, one between hers, and I can feel my hardness against her soft thigh.

  She moves up against it, her eyes on mine, urging me, begging me.

  And I can’t resist giving my dream mate what she wants.

  I’ve waited almost a thousand years to do so.

  I can’t give her everything, but I can calm this thrall inside her. This thrall I caused.

  I had no idea she’d react so strongly to the dancing.

  She sweeps me away inside, and I feel utterly lost, when a moment ago, I knew what I was doing.

  I know what I’m doing now. I move down to her button again, waiting for assent. She nods quickly, and I undo the button, then pull the zipper down slowly.

  Everything’s better slow.

  She arches and whines a bit as I drag the zipper down, but then my hand is shoving inside and cupping her hot, wet sex, covering and soothing it, waiting for her to adjust and stop squirming.

  “God, Jerrek, do something—”

  “Not yet,” I say. “I’m savoring this.” I know it will make this better for her also. I want to take the time to know her. To make this the best for both of us. My hand moves up one side of her sex, stroking gently to know her, the shape of her, where she feels things strongest.

  She moans and squirms, and I continue my exploration up the other side, gently tracing her folds. Then I part her lips and gently stroke up the center, keeping myself lazily propped up on one arm over her.

  “Oh!” She bucks slightly, and I withdraw my finger to lick the tip of it.

  I can see her flush as she watches, but then I’m dipping my hand into her pants again, sliding up her center to the place I’ve been waiting to tease, to touch.

  The little bead that’s already straining toward my touch.

  She yelps as I press down on it, but then I lower myself, keeping us close with my hand between us as I murmur into her ear, kissing her neck gently.

  But I continue to stroke gently in a circle around her tiny bead, kissing and keeping us close as I do. Her body is undulating, moving with my movement, as I circle closer, closer. The air around us is practically steaming, and she’s gasping with every breath.

  As I move closer, over her most sensitive spot and off again, then back in little zigzags or up and down motions, I savor every one of her moans.

  Her delicious taste is on my lips. I want more. I need more.

  I move back, pulling my hand away, and she lets out a moan of sheer displeasure, looking up at me like I just committed a crime against her.

  “Shh, soon,” I say, pulling her jeans down and off and then moving to do the same with her shirt, leaving her in her bra. I unclip it, then tear her panties away because I need access to all of her now.

  She looks up at me curiously, but I simply get up on my knees, grab her thighs, and pull her legs up and onto my shoulders.

  She gasps as she dangles helplessly, but I catch her back and move her up so that I’m holding her fully on my shoulders, so she can sit there while I eat her out.

  To me, she weighs practically nothing, so this is convenient.

  Plus, now she can hold on to my hair, which she seems to love.

  She’s wet, and I bury my face in her soaked heat for a moment, just savoring the scent and feel of her. Amazing. Incredible. I will never get enough.

  “Jerrek, Jerrek,” she murmurs as I start to kiss her, first her lips, then parting them as I seek her warm entrance. I thrust my tongue there gently, and she rocks against my face, pressing herself to me. Her hands are almost painfully entangled in my hair, but I love the feel of it.

  I move up to her bead again, pressing the tip of my tongue to it, and she cries out my name again, arching back. I keep my hands on her waist and back, holding her up so she can relax as I just drive her crazy with pleasure.

  She’s getting closer as I swirl and stroke and kiss every part of her wet heat. I could stay here forever. Hear her panting, feel her thighs tightening more and more around my head. Her breaths getting faster.

  “Jerrek, please,” she says as I swirl against her with my tongue roughly, then gently, then roughly again. “I… I can’t—”

  I press down, my whole tongue over her, and she jerks back, going rigid as she comes and release washes over her.

  I hold her tight, kissing her as I feel the rhythmic reverberations of her pleasure, the sweetest taste to my lips.

  All I could ever want.

  “Jerrek, more,” she gasps out, digging in my hair again.

  I answer her with more kisses, making love to her sex with my mouth, my lips, my tongue.

  I just love kissing her, anywhere, showing her how special she is to me. How good I want to make her feel. And when she arches, calling my name, I feel like my life finally has meaning.

  I was never crazy.

  I have a dream mate.

  My training didn’t go to waste.

  Everyone was wrong about me.

  I always knew Sandra was out there, waiting for me. That when we got together, we would be hotter than star fire.

  I’m so glad I waited for her.

  I lick and then kiss her bead and then gently suck it, and she comes again, screaming as she arches back. And I hold her, looking at her beautiful features tight with pleasure, her body caught in the throes of pure love.

  I make her come again, then again, until she’s panting and shaking and no longer begging.

  Then I lower her gently from my shoulders, laying her out beneath me as I come over her to claim her lips in a kiss. She thrusts up against me, still hungry, though barely able to move from everything I’ve done.

  “I want you,” she says, looking up at me with flushed cheeks, eyes bright from pleasure, a mouth swollen from my kisses and glistening with her own desire.

  Just how I want my dream mate.

  “I want you too,” I say, taking her hands in mine and intertwining our fingers as I place them over her head. “But I won’t be irresponsible enough to go further until our mate pursuit.”

  She throws her arms around me and pulls me in against her, still panting. “I never knew it could be like that. If that’s what a mate pursuit is, then I can’t wait.”

  I sigh in pure happiness and just hold her for a moment. “It is, but so much more.”

  We stay like that until things slowly calm down. I just enjoy the feel of her. Stroke her hair until she finally calms, drenched in the afterglow of what we did.

  I pull myself off her, even though it’s almost painful to do so. “I should let you go home. Do you want to?”

  She nod
s, rubbing her arms. “Sorry, but I need to.” Then her expression firms, and the wistfulness is gone, replaced by something resigned and logical. “I don’t know what I was even doing.” She looks around her. “We really are on clouds, aren’t we? You really are a fairy.”

  I nod at her slowly. It’s a little late to doubt my realness now. Not when I can still taste her pleasure.

  “I just…” She shoves a hand through her hair. “I don’t know, Jerrek. That was amazing. Don’t get me wrong.” She rummages around for her clothes, but I simply wave a hand, and they reappear on her body, intact.

  She looks down at herself in shock. “What? How did you—”

  “Fairy,” I say. “So is sending you directly to your home okay? I assume you don’t want to go back to that club.”

  She nods. “I just need to text Jen and Tess. Let them know I’m okay.” She puts a hand to her forehead. “I wonder if they all got carried away like that.”

  “Probably,” I say, folding my arms and summoning a dream pillar to lean against as I watch her pace.

  It’s hard after the closeness we just had, but I can feel her distance now and know that pushing it would only result in defensive behavior.

  “It’s pretty common to feel very strongly about one’s dream mate in general, sexually. But especially after dancing like we did.” I cock my head. “I hope it helped Lorien.”

  She gives me a shaky smile, walking over to me tentatively. “I would think so.” She leans up on tiptoes to kiss my cheek, then gives me a hug, putting her arms around my neck. “Look, I don’t know about this whole mate pursuit thing. Or the fae thing. But no matter what, tonight was amazing. Something I’ll never forget.”

  I want to ask what she means, why she’s acting so distant. But I can sense that’s not up for discussion yet either.

  And I’m in the middle of other missions and can’t give her my full focus. Reve has safety beacons that watch out for her for me, but that’s all the contact we have for now.

  “I’m just saying… it was nice to have this, even if we don’t have more.”

  “We’ll have more,” I say firmly. “You won’t be able to resist.”

  She looks up at me, then sighs. “That’s what I’m afraid of. Jerrek, I don’t want to hurt you. We’re good like this, but I don’t know about this whole ‘mate’ thing.”

  “We’re good like this because of the whole ‘mate’ thing,” I say fiercely. “But I get that we disagree on that for now. I promise, soul bond. I will show you love. I will make it worth it.”

  She gives me a look of doubt, which kills me, but tries to hide it with a smile. “I guess we’ll see.” She shakes her head. “A divorce lawyer and a fairy. That’ll be interesting.”

  I pull back from her, wanting to study her face a little longer before I let her go. “I’ll see you soon, soul bond. I love you.”

  She looks up at me, seeming pained that she can’t say it back. “I’m sorry, Jerrek. It’s just… we’ve barely met.”

  I nod. “One day you’ll understand.” I give her a short bow and step back. “Until then, I’ll be dreaming of you every night.”

  She smiles at that. “Whether this is all real or not, it’s a nice thought. And this was an amazing night. And if I wake up tomorrow and realize this wasn’t all a dream, then all the better. But I don’t know about long term, Jerrek. I don’t think those kinds of things work out.”

  “They work out if we make them work out,” I say firmly.

  She nods, seeing that convincing me is a lost cause. After a thousand years, I won’t be convinced to change course.

  She’s mine.

  “All right.” She rubs her arms, and I rub them for her, but she flushes and steps back. “I should get home, then. Before things get more complicated.”

  All I want is to follow her there, sleep by her side.

  But it’s not time yet.

  “Sweet dreams, Sandra,” I say softly, raising my hand to snap. She smiles at me just as she disappears, and the only thing that comforts me now that I can’t see her is the fact that she’s safe in her home.

  And she’ll hopefully sleep well after getting release.

  But it’s not enough. I want every day with her. Every minute.

  Soon, I tell myself, walking to the edge of the clouds and looking at the tiny world below.

  Soon.

  3

  Jerrek

  Present day…

  The club is crowded, but I know what I’m here for, why I’m here, and I should be in and out.

  My eyes scan the crowded darkness, darting to the dance floor before moving over to the bar.

  When I see Sandra, my eyes narrow.

  She’s seated by the bar, and some human asshole is clearly trying to bother her, even though it’s ladies’ night.

  “Move,” I say, shoving the man away from where he’d been leaning over her.

  She looks up at me, and her gorgeous brown eyes sparkle. “Jerrek.” She grins, and I can tell she’s a bit drunk. “Didn’t feel like being at home tonight.”

  “You know you can always call me.”

  She waves a hand. “I’m a big girl. Handled myself for a lot of years.” She turns back to the bar, ignoring the guy I shoved, who is now angrily storming off. “Thanks for that, though.”

  “I was just protecting what’s mine,” I say sharply.

  She sends me a glance. “Possessive.”

  I grin at her. “You like it.”

  She flushes and turns back to facing forward, and all I can think of is that amazing night weeks ago.

  Holding her in my arms in the clouds.

  I can’t wait to taste her again.

  “So is it time for your mate pursuit?” she asks with a scoff teasing her lips.

  I grin again. “Yes.” Finally.

  Because I’m the last of the three of us to pursue my mate, I’m the most familiar with the human world.

  One thing I like about the human world is that the kind of overprotective, over-possessive behavior that gets me in trouble in the fae world is wholly welcomed here.

  I guess because with so many unpoliced warriors roving around, queens appreciate anyone who stands in their way.

  I wish the queens here were like fae queens, able to defeat warriors if needed with magic since they don’t have similar physical strength in this realm.

  “What are you thinking about?” Sandra asks, turning to me. “You look pensive.”

  I nod. “Just soaking in the human world.”

  She taps her glass, then waves down the bartender to order me a drink.

  “Don’t bother,” I say, snapping and making a red drink appear in front of me. My favorite.

  “Do I even want to know what it is?”

  “Fairy juice,” I say, grinning at her. And that’s all I’ll say.

  “Right,” she says. “Fairy secret?”

  “We have to have some, at least until accepted by our soul bond.”

  “And that’s what you want to do now, be accepted by me? Even though you don’t know me?”

  “I know you,” I say. “I’ve seen you in dreams for a thousand years.”

  She nearly spits out her drink, spinning on her stool to face me. She’s wearing a pretty, curve-hugging pantsuit that looks amazing on her tall frame and compliments her gorgeous skin. “A thousand years? I’ve only been alive thirty.”

  “I haven’t seen your whole life,” I say, waving a hand. “But I’ve been seeing your face. Your expressions. Crying. Laughing.” I smile. “I fell in love with you at first sight, though.”

  She shrugs, then lets out a small huff. Her hair is short and naturally curly today, looking absolutely beautiful.

  She reaches out to touch a lock of my hair. “I’m glad you keep this, even in human form. The others don’t.”

  I rub the back of my neck. “Well, Lorien’s hair is purple and Reve’s is Teal, so it wouldn’t be the easiest thing to hide.”

  “Right.”


  My hair is long and red, tempered with a hint of brown. But to be honest, I’m not the strongest at illusions on my own person, so I’m not sure how effective I’d be at hiding it like Lorien and Reve do.

  I have my own strengths, though. Sandra experienced one the other night, I think with a smirk.

  She looks over at me. “So… fae, are they super monogamous?”

  “Incredibly,” I say, taking the stool next to her. I look around me. “We don’t do things like this. Dating is unheard of.”

  “So how does it work?”

  I spin on my stool so I can keep an eye on the room around me and any threats. “We train, see our soul bonds in a vision, and then find them and prove our worthiness with our skills. How do they do it here?” I squint at the writhing bodies. That can’t possibly be an effective mode of courtship.

  Then again, dancing with Sandra was everything.

  “So what, you just stay together forever after that?” she asks.

  “If the queen is satisfied and feels the warrior is also her soul bond, yes.”

  “What if two men claim to be her soul bond?”

  “Then they duel,” I say. “With whips.” My hand tightens at the thought of anyone challenging me for Sandra, and I have to make a conscious effort to release it. “The size of a fae’s whip is determined by the power of his love.”

  “Look,” Sandra says, turning to me with one prim leg crossed over the other, her feet encased in gorgeous pointed shoes that elongate her legs. “I can let you ‘court’ me, or whatever, but I have to tell you I’m still skeptical about all of this. I’m skeptical of relationships in general.” Her eyes wander over me. “I’m even more skeptical of men who look like that.”

  I grin. “You have nothing to be skeptical of. Tell me what you worry about, and I’ll show you I’m not a risk.”

  She raises an eyebrow. “I mean, I’m assuming you won’t cheat. But I’ve seen men claim to love women forever and leave them at the first sign things are going wrong.”

  “Never,” I say. “We would be bonded forever. Next.”

  “You could change your mind, when you get to know me more.”