I tease her clit with my cock a few times just to see her tremble, and then slide past her hot wet folds. I enter her, inch by excruciating inch, taking my time even though it nearly kills me. But hearing my girl whimper and watching her squirm makes me want to tease her for all eternity.
“Leith!” Wynter wraps her legs around my waist and pulls me the rest of the way in. And feeling her around my throbbing cock is enough to make me lose control.
I pump into her, hard. Fast. Watch her throw her head back in pure ecstasy, her lips parted, her eyes slammed shut. She moans with every thrust, and the pleasure on her face makes me want to give her more.
I shift into a Yeti, and she gasps. Cries out. For a second I worry I pucked up, but she tightens her legs around me and urges me on.
So I try again and shift into a troll. And let me tell you, their cocks? Thick as puck.
“Oh yes, just like that,” she moans, and I feel her stretching around me to accommodate my swelling cock. “Oh, Leith.”
And hearing my name on her lips sends me over the edge. I go hard. Fast. Forget where we are. Forget who I am, though there isn’t a second that goes by that I’m not aware that I’m fucking Wynter.
And then she squeezes around me, milking me as she comes and screams my name. So loud that if anyone’s outside, they know. Puck yeah, they know.
But all I know is that I made my girl come. And with one final pump, I let myself explode inside her.
Chapter Seventeen
Zoe
I run into Eirwen on my way back to the bleachers. The petite blonde is new in town and is slowly becoming a friend. A slightly odd friend who’s currently holding a vulgarly large corndog that’s got a small dollop of ketchup, just on the tip.
“What happened to you, Zoe? You look very… ummm… crumpled?” she says, falling into step next to me.
“Crumpled?” I snort at her odd choice of words. Then realize I probably look like I just snuck off to hook up with one of my mates… which I definitely did just do.
“Oh Goddess, were you bedded?” she asks as I finger comb my hair and straighten my clothes.
“Bedded?” As far as odd choices of words go, that one throws ‘crumpled’ out of the park. Or skating rink, as the case may be. It also reminds me that there was no bed involved in what Leith and I just did, which only made it ten times hotter.
“You did! With whom?” She looks around, her eyes scanning the crowd. “You must tell me everything. What was it like? Was it as good as they say? Is he yours, or may I take a turn?”
“Mine! Definitely mine.” I feel a stab of jealousy and have to remind myself that Eirwen doesn’t have her eyes on my mate. “Wait, are you telling me you’ve never done it before?”
“No, I should think not. Being a roya…” She trails off, looking flustered. “My family wouldn’t tolerate such things. I was arranged to marry a man before I left. We would have mated for heir-making purposes, not for pleasure.”
“Oh,” I say, a bit at a loss for words. “Well, it’s a good thing you moved to Silver Springs. Good thing I moved here, too.”
I may not have a job by the end of the week, but I can be myself here. And it’s where I met two amazing men who both want me… and who are my mates. Yes, Ghost is in town too, but hopefully he got the hint, packed his bags, and left. Because I’m tired of hurting this much every time I think of him.
“So…” Eirwen interrupts my quickly spiraling thoughts. “Tell me! What was it like?”
I can’t help the dreamy sigh that slips past my lips. “Amazing.”
“Wow…” She sighs too and looks wistfully ahead, clearly lost in her own thoughts. “I would very much like to do that. To fuck, as you call it. How do I find a man to fuck me?”
I barely hold back a snort. “Um… maybe try Club Vee?”
We agree to have a girls’ night with Riley and Ember sometime soon, and then part ways as we head to our seats. Xavi’s already settled in his, and my pulse spikes as our eyes meet.
“I take it that went well?” he teases as I take my seat.
My cheeks flush, and then his cheeks flush, and then we’re both blushing as he hands me a salted caramel cupcake and another cup of hot cider.
“Um… do you… that is, should I…” I flush as I try to figure out how much of what just happened with Leith I should share. On the one hand, he’s my mate, so he deserves to know. But does he need a play-by-play?
Maybe I should just tell him that Leith and I were alone in the skate rental shack and leave it at that? Or add that we fucked? Or maybe admit that he shifted while he went down on me, and again when he was inside me, and that I loved every second? Because when I looked at him, I still saw Leith, but I felt… so much more.
And suddenly, I’m burning up, even though it’s cold out. The wind does nothing to cool me off, and I take a quick sip of my drink. Then yelp, because the cider is scalding hot.
“Careful.” Xavi covers my hand with his and leans closer.
For a second, I think about dragging him to the skate rental shack. Just thinking about all those skates has me wet. And grimacing. Because that isn’t a normal way to react to skates. And I’ll forever blame Leith that I was staring at them when I had the best orgasm of my life.
Then I realize I’m thinking about having an orgasm on Leith’s tongue while sitting next to Xavi, and my cheeks flush.
“So, earlier… um…” I can feel myself growing redder by the second.
“You don’t have to tell me, Zoe. In fact, please don’t. You can have alone time with Leith—or me—without having to explain.”
“Alone time,” I whisper, my eyes locked on his. I’m about to lean in for a kiss, when there’s a commotion down below.
“Wyn!” Ghost shouts as he flies over the ice rink, levitating with that invisible magic of his.
Just seeing him makes my heart hurt, and I instinctively lean into Xavi, who pulls me into his side. And hold my breath as Ghost lands in front of the bleachers, facing the crowd.
“I love you, Wyn,” he shouts. “I never stopped loving you.”
I gasp. Because Ghost just said the words I’d longed to hear after he broke my heart. Every night, I’d sob into my pillow, wishing, hoping… and now he’s here, shouting his love so the entire rink can hear.
“Is that Ghost?” Xavi asks, giving me another squeeze.
I nod, swallow hard, and find myself unable to form words.
“Do you want me to talk to him?” Xavi gets to his feet. “You stay here. I’ll take care of everything.”
“N-no.” I shake my head and pull him back down into his seat. “Thanks, Xavi, but he’s my problem.” And it’s time for me to exorcise a Ghost. For good.
I give Xavi a quick, reassuring kiss, and make my way out of the bleachers. My stomach churns and a part of me wants to run, but I have to do this. I have to face Ghost.
And then he’s there, reaching for me, and I start backing away.
“Give me a chance,” he pleads. “Please, Wyn? I know I have nothing to offer you. But I need you like I need air.”