By Fairy Means or Foul: A Starfig Investigations Novel(35)



“You do realize we don’t have to sleep together, right? You could have just told me what was up at the beginning and avoided all this drama.”

“I was taken off guard. It’s not every day my dragon urges me to mate someone. It’s never happened before.” Did I sound a tad defensive? Yeah, well, it was true. It’d really thrown me.

His eyes went soft, giving me a look I wasn’t used to receiving, and my chest suddenly felt constricted.

“I shouldn’t have teased you about it.”

I grumbled a little. He seemed to know it was all for show. His palm slid to my cheek and I couldn’t resist. I leaned in, enjoying his touch. I’d never felt this urge with anyone before, so you think I’d be freaked out. And I was. Except it felt so good, his hand warm and smooth against the scritch of my stubble. My eyes squeezed shut from the sheer pleasure. I hadn’t even realized touch could be so amazing. Considering the number of bed partners I had in the past, I wasn’t sure whether it was astounding or pathetic. Probably both.

“You’re so gorgeous inside and out. I’d be lucky to be mated to you, Twig.”

My eyes snapped open and I tensed. I didn’t need a mate, especially one taken because of some fucked up unicorn magic gone awry.

“Uh, not that I want that,” Quinn stammered. “I-I just meant . . . I mean, I was trying to compliment you.” His cheeks flamed red again.

I liked when he blushed. It made him look so young and innocent. Not that Quinn was old or anything. And he certainly wasn’t any more debauched than any other fairy, fae, or sprite I’d met. Why a contract made a difference in that regard seemed silly, but that could be my no nonsense dragon half speaking. Besides, I was kind of diggin’ on humans. Or one human, to be exact.

A laugh rumbled in my chest and against my better judgment I settled him onto my lap with his back to me, my chin resting on the top of his head, my arms around his middle. He snuggled in, but not before gently elbowing me in the stomach.

“It’s not funny,” he groused.

“It is.”

We stayed like that until his body relaxed and sleep claimed him. I couldn’t help but admire his trusting expression as I laid him down on the bed. He didn’t stir other than to turn into me. Should I sleep on the floor? It would be safer for us both.

Fuck it.

I lay next to him, with as much room as possible between us. As long as we weren’t touching I was sure it would be fine. My dragon rumbled in agreement. Whatever fairy I had in me also seemed pleased.





12





The last time I woke to a blowjob, I’d been attending an incubus party in the demon realm. At the time, I was annoyed to be jostled from sleep, my dick chapped from all the sex the night before.

Incubi and succubi were reasonably okay as far as demons went. Other than sucking out all your vital essence until you were nothing but a dry husk of yourself, that is. But evidently, half-dragons had a lot of essence to give. And I sure gave it freely that night. Blinking my eyes open, I tried to remember that particular incubus’s face—since they were demons they’d refused to give names as that would give me power over them—but there’d been too many that evening for any of them to have stood out.

Not so this morning. I knew exactly whose lips wrapped around my cock and I heartily approved. My legs spread farther apart to better accommodate Quinn and his magical mouth. I groaned and forced the sleep from my eyes.

Quinn sealed his lips tight over my dick as he slid up and down in a maddening rhythm. When our eyes met, he hummed around my cock, his lips stretched over my substantial girth, and I almost came right there. Debauched, he was the most beautiful creature I’d ever seen.

My fingers slid through his hair, tugging, but not controlling his movements in any way. Keeping my hips still was more of a challenge, the urge to thrust into his hot mouth a temptation I could barely resist.

Quinn boasted a talented mouth, his gag reflex almost non-existent. Still, he couldn’t take me all the way, though he gave it a good try. A hand wrapped around my spit-slick base, moving in time with his mouth, the stimulation maddening. A tingling spread through my limbs and my balls drew tight to my body, aching for release. I didn’t want it to be over so quickly.

When Quinn pulled off with a pop, he grinned, confident in his skills. He swirled his agile tongue around my tip and flicked my slit. My breath stuttered. Swollen lips, a wicked smile, and an attitude to match were not bad things to wake up to in the morning.

As he slowly slid back down, I growled. He hummed in response, the vibrations going straight to my balls. My heart thrummed with each caress of his tongue and I struggled to draw enough breath, his touch licking my body with fire.

“Quinn, I’m going to come.” Only fair I warn him if he wanted to pull off. Tugging lightly at his hair, I stiffened, trying to hold back, the blood pounding through my veins and pooling in my groin.

Instead of releasing my prick, he sunk down as low as he was able and swallowed. His throat squeezing around my cockhead sent me over the edge. My vision whited out as my hips thrust into his wet heat. I cried out, my body convulsing as pleasure like I’d never experienced zinged under my skin and sunk into my bones. Shuddering, I unloaded in his mouth.

Quinn swallowed several times, his eyes growing comically wide with the amount. A small trail of come dribbled down his chin and was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen.

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