Must Be Magic (7 page)

From his hiding place in the
shrubbery, Tredje had watched the Prince and his intended Princess with
interest. Perhaps the time had come to make a trip to the Thane’s Golden Gate
Bridge and purchase one of his daughters for a wife-slave. The thought of a
Troll maid doing to him what the Prince had done to the human woman—lapping at
her cunt with as much enthusiasm as a cat licking cream—made his cock ache.

He absently rubbed his stiff
member through the silly blue Gnome trousers he still wore as a disguise.
Tredje wondered how much of his cache of gold he’d have to relinquish for one
of the Thane’s daughters. Greedier than most Trolls, the Thane would want
double or triple the going rate for a wife-slave. But to have one of the
Thane’s daughters as his own would raise his status in the Troll community. He
had to weigh the matter carefully.

The
coupling couple floated in the air, about halfway between the bed and the
ceiling, in what Tredje knew to be the ultimate in Pixie pleasure. Levitation
while fucking meant that the Prince had indeed found his Heart Match. Not that
the Faeries doubted he had, but they might reward Tredje for the information.
Who knew what tidbit the Faeries would find valuable?

The
human woman’s back arched. She had reached her peak, crying out her pleasure
noisily while the Prince rammed into her again and again. Tredje stroked his
cock briskly until he brought himself relief with a grunt, spurting his seed
into the blue trousers. The Prince found his as well, and they landed on the
mattress, lightly enough that neither was disturbed.

Tredje sighed. The urgent need to
couple disappeared with his release. As usual, when lecherous thoughts prompted
him to think about paying out good gold for a wife-slave, his own hand proved
to be more than capable of taking care of the problem. No need to dip into his
cache after all.

“We
should go,” the Gnome whispered from the other end of the row of bushes.

“We’re
here because your plan to capture the human woman in the hut failed,” Tredje
reminded him. The Gnome wouldn't dare disagree although they both knew it had
been Tredje's idea. “We have to watch and seize any opportunity that arises to
grab her tonight.”

The
Gnome snorted, then Tredje heard him draw in a deep breath. “The Prince won’t
leave her side until morning.”

“More
than likely, he won’t leave her front.” Tredje sniggered at his own joke. “But,
aye, you’re right. They’ll be at it all night, fucking like rabbits.”

“Aye,”
Gomit agreed. “And a goblet of dandelion wine beside the fire sounds good right
now.”

“That
it does, that it does.” Tredje contemplated the situation. They still had
several days before the Equinox, and the Prince didn’t seem to be in any hurry
to find a way back to the Faerie Realm. Tredje suspected he had to convince the
human woman to go with him first. By the way she seemed to enjoy his fucking,
Tredje didn’t think it would be too difficult for the Prince to talk her into
it.

Tredje
pulled at his beard. He would enjoy watching them fuck again and might even
find relief once more, but the lure of dandelion wine was too great.

“Let’s
go home to me bridge and have some wine. Ye know, that’s the best idea I’ve had
all day,” he said as they left their hiding place and disappeared into the
night.

Chapter Ten

Kerry awoke to the wonder of warm
and protective masculine arms around her just as they’d been when she fell
asleep. Myghal. Just the thought of his name and what it invoked, all the
feelings and sensations it stirred in her from merely one night, filled her
with awe. For a long moment, she couldn’t remember the last time she’d awakened
in the arms of a man. And when she did finally recall the boyfriend from last
year, she could barely remember what he looked like. She had certainly never
felt like this.

It didn’t matter that Myghal
hadn’t told her his last name. It didn’t matter that she’d known him less than
twenty-four hours. None of it mattered because she was falling for Myghal,
falling hard, and nothing he could do or say would change what she felt for
him.

She thought one night would rid
her of the needs of her body, but it was so much more than that. None of it
made sense, but she didn’t think she’d ever get enough of him. While making
love to him, she’d felt as if the mattress had vanished or that she was
floating. A trick of passion, no doubt, but it had actually felt as if they’d risen
into the air. For a few moments, she felt nothing beneath her and a cool rush
of air passing over her back.

Kerry eased out of his arms and
from the bed. He made a sound, a cross between a sigh and a moan and shifted
position, burying his head deeper into the pillow until she could see only one
of his closed eyes. She watched him with a fond smile. His long ash-blond hair
lay in a tangle across his shoulders.

She
reached out to touch him, to run her fingers over his arm, but stopped herself
in time. She shouldn’t wake him. If he woke up and smiled at her and looked at
her with his sleepy bedroom eyes, she’d be too tempted to return to bed.

But
before Kerry withdrew her hand, his eye blinked open and he reached for her,
his fingers wrapping around her wrist. He tugged her toward him as he rolled
onto his back. She resisted only a second because he did smile, and now both
eyes were on her, inviting her. She moved with him until her body lay over his
with only the sheet between them.

“Where are you going?” Myghal
murmured as he planted kisses on her palm and the inside of her wrist.

The touches warmed her all over,
especially the pit of her belly. When her clit began a rhythmic throb, she
almost moaned. Instead, she bit her lip. Hard. A little pain would bring her to
her senses.

“It’s
morning and I have a business to run.”

He shook his head at her, and she
felt his cock grow in length beneath her. She wanted nothing more than to yank
the sheet away from him and repeat what they’d done the night before. Floating
sensation and all.

“I have
something better in mind.”

Kerry
laughed, a throaty sound because of her arousal. “I don’t think it’s your mind that’s
working right now.”

He
smiled again and Kerry melted. Then shook her head.

“Those plants can’t sell
themselves, and I have a loan payment to make.” She kissed him lightly on the
lips and tried to slip away from him, but he held her tightly.

“The plants will wait.” He pulled
her up until she straddled his body, balanced on her knees. “Turn around,
Kerry.”

“Myghal,
I have to open the nursery,” she protested, but her voice sounded weak.

“You will. In a little while,” he
promised. “Now, turn around.”

The simmering heat that
surrounded her clit wouldn’t let her say no again. She did as he said, and
while she was off of his body, he kicked the sheet to the foot of the bed. She
straddled him again, this time facing away from him. In front of her, his cock
stood tall, thick and rigid from its nest of light brown curls. She bent over,
brushing her hair out of the way, and took the engorged head in her mouth.

Myghal’s hands on her thighs
guided her back until his mouth was on her pussy. His fingers slid up to her
cheeks, rubbing and squeezing as he greedily licked and sucked the sensitized
folds of flesh. Kerry pumped her hips, raking her clit against his tongue. How
many times had Myghal brought her to orgasm since he’d walked into her life the
day before? It might as well have been the first time because her body raged
with need.

She lubricated his cock with her
mouth, taking him deep into her throat and still didn’t reach the base. She
wrapped her fingers around his shaft, moving her hands and mouth up and down in
tandem.

By the time they settled into a
matching rhythm, Kerry tripped along the edge of passion and felt Myghal’s cock
grow even harder in her hands. One more stroke for each of them, and Kerry
plummeted over at the same moment Myghal’s hips thrust up hard. They both
groaned with the release, hers a throaty sound because of Myghal’s hot, tangy
semen spilling into her mouth, and their bodies bent with the effort. She
continued to milk his cock while she wriggled against his lips, drawing out the
last bit of pleasure for both of them.

*
* * * *

Lazily,
Myghal watched Kerry enter the bathroom and a few moments later heard the
shower running. He imagined her beneath the running water, her hair drenched,
her breasts and the red-glinted thatch of hair between her legs glistening wet.
The enticing image he conjured made his exhausted cock stir against his thigh.
He was tempted to join her in the shower, bend her over and fuck her from
behind, but by the time he finished playing it out in his mind, the sound of
the shower had stopped. Later, he promised himself.

As his
Princess, she’d never have to worry about such mundane things as currency
again. Her time would be filled with helping him run the princedom and,
eventually, they’d share in raising their children. She could oversee the
palace gardens and work with the plants as much as she liked.

Sitting up, he tried to ignore
the building ache in his balls. If he still had any doubts the spell worked,
this constant state of arousal while near her would have convinced him
otherwise. That they’d levitated while coupling had been proof enough. A Pixie
only levitated during sex without conscious thought when with his Heart Match.

He was already half in love with
her. Just knowing they were destined for one another was enough to open his
heart to her. His first task was to find a way back to the Faerie Realm. After
that, he had to convince her of who he was and what they were to one another.
It wouldn’t be easy. Kerry was too practical, too grounded. And while Myghal
understood the need for practicality and grounding in this magically bereft
Other Realm, she would have to open her mind and imagination to all the
possibilities to even begin to believe in him and his realm.

He had
only a few days to accomplish everything.

When
Kerry sailed through the bedroom, throwing him a smile along with his clean
clothes, Myghal got up. He showered and dressed, but when he walked into the
kitchen and Kerry giggled, he frowned. She kissed him quickly.

“I’m sorry, Myghal. What you’re
wearing was all right for yesterday. Everybody goes a little crazy and expects
to see Leprechauns on St. Patrick’s Day. Especially those of us of Irish
descent.” She poured coffee into two mugs. “But today is back to the real world,
and you’ll get more than a few strange looks if you go out in that get-up.”

Myghal
drew in a deep breath. “I’m not a Leprechaun.”

“Oh.”
The grin fell from her lips as she set a plate holding a muffin in front of
him.

“Well,
then why are you dressed like that?”

“I’m a
Pixie,” he said and carefully watched her reaction.

She
frowned, as if thinking, and handed him a mug. “Are Pixies Irish?”

“No.”

“Ah.
Okay. Uh, sugar and creamer are here on the counter.”

Suddenly,
Myghal wasn’t looking at Kerry. She was spooning tiny white crystals from a
bowl into her coffee, and his attention was focused on the bowl. Could it
possibly be…?

He waited until Kerry had turned
her back before he stepped to the counter. Setting his mug aside, he stuck his
finger into the bowl of precious crystals. He didn’t feel the energy radiating
from the matrices of the crystals, but that could be because he was in the
Other Realm where too many other forms of energy contaminated every inch of
space.

He touched a few of the crystals
to his tongue. Sweetness saturated his taste buds and disappointment flooded
through the rest of him. Although these crystals looked exactly like raw pixie
dust, they weren’t what he needed to return to the Faerie Realm.

“—won’t be gone long,” Kerry was
saying as she walked toward the door. “The mall is just a few miles away. I’ll
be back before you know it with some clothes that won’t get you arrested.”

The door shut behind her and she
was gone. Distracted by the crystals in the bowl, Myghal hadn’t read her
reaction. She could very well be going for help if she thought he was dangerously
deranged.

Myghal poured his coffee down the
drain and rinsed out his cup. They didn’t have coffee in the Faerie Realm. They
drank water, wine, and mead. They didn’t have—what did she call it? Oh, yes.
Sugar. Food in the Faerie Realm was sweetened with honey, but more often than
not was eaten in its natural state.

Thinking
of Kerry’s confusion when he told her he was a Pixie, not a Leprechaun, he
wondered if he should leave the house and stay out of sight until he knew if
she returned alone or brought someone to take him away.

Myghal
finally decided he would trust that the charmed dust knew what it was doing
when it thrust him into Kerry’s life and trust Kerry to recognize the
connection between them even if she didn’t know exactly what it was.

All he
could do was wait and see.

Chapter Eleven

Kerry stood behind some tall
potted plants, pretending to prune them. She wore gardening gloves and held a
pair of shears, but she was really observing Myghal. He was busy rearranging
the flower section and seemed happy doing so.