Faery Promises, Part 26

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Part 26:


Lochlan rolled onto his back and drew Maggie to his side. A residual spark of magic tingled wherever her skin touched his.

She sighed and bent one leg, draping it over his thigh. With another sigh she rested her head on his shoulder and sifted her fingers through the hair on his chest.

“Are you all right, dearling?” he asked.

"Well, that certainly took the edge off." Her thumb brushed against his nipple, making it harden. "I don't want to move for a week."

"Then you'd best stop doing that," he muttered, grabbing her hand to still her fingers. He felt her smile against his shoulder.

"Men are so easy."

"Aye. That we are." He brought her hand to his mouth and placed a kiss in her palm. Letting go of her hand, he put his fingers beneath her chin and lifted her face. "How are you faring with...this?" He glanced around the room.

"This?" She frowned. "I'm not crazy about the fact I've been changed into something else against my will. Though I will say it certainly doesn't hurt the sex."

He lifted one brow. "It's magical between the Fae, that's a fact." He drew a deep breath and exhaled slowly. "You can go back to your old life, though things will never be the same. And...I've a desire for you to stay here. With me."

Her lovely eyes darkened. "If I stayed here, Lochlan, what would I do? Who would I be? I have to do more--be more--than just your lover." She shook her head. "I have a life back there--back in the real world. Friends. Family. A job I need to return to."

He grimaced. Damn Birdie for her interference. "It's not that simple, dearling."

"Things rarely are, especially since I met you," she muttered. She sat up, drawing the sheets over her nudity. "So what's the problem?"

He sat up, too, and leaned against the pillows. "For one thing, you'll age differently than humans. For every year they live, you'll age only a fraction of that."

"Hence you being two thousand years old and looking about thirty-five." She crossed her arms. "What else?" She eyed him. "I am assuming there's more."

He nodded. It wasn't a big thing, at least not to him. But it might be to her. "Your sex drive will--has--increased."

Her eyes narrowed. "You mean what I just felt, the burning, the agony, will happen all the time?"

He lifted his shoulders in a sheepish shrug. "Only if you don't have sex. And now that you've coupled with a Fae, you'll only find satisfaction with one of our kind." He paused and corrected himself. "Your kind."


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