“I know.” Isaac’s voice was low, his tone understanding. He glanced at his watch. “It’s early yet. Wait till morning to make the call.”
I knew he was referring to the time in Dublin. It was two in the morning there, and while I knew a few people who’d be up, it could wait a few more hours.
“Aye.”
Isaac nodded toward the bedrooms. “This won’t take long.”
“Yeah. I’ll sit with her for a bit.”
Isaac moved with purpose, disappearing while I joined Everly in the living room. When I went to sit beside her, the little fairy moved over easily.
“Stand up,” I directed, keeping my voice low, just between the two of us.
She got to her feet, wary eyes scanning my face, probably wondering what I was up to.
“Remove the butterfly,” I told her.
Clearly having figured out the contraption, Everly tucked her hands beneath her skirt, deftly removed the device, setting it on the coffee table behind her.
I patted my lap.
When she turned to sit, I grabbed her arm, shook my head. She stepped forward, straddled my legs.
Unable to resist, I slid my hand beneath her hair, pulled her mouth to mine. I wanted to feel her wrapped around me. I needed her to clear the evil out of my head. Otherwise, I wouldn’t be able to sleep. Nor would she.
When the kiss ignited, I released her head, working to free my cock from my slacks. With minimal movement, I shoved them down my hips, adjusted Everly so she was hovering right where I wanted, then guided her down on my cock.
I groaned as her slick, warm pussy sheathed me.
It was then I realized I wasn’t wearing a condom. And I hadn’t worn one when we were in the pool the other night, either.
Holy shit.
It didn’t matter because I knew she was on birth control, but I’d failed in that regard. I’d taken what ultimately didn’t belong to me. My brother and I had agreed, this was how it would work. Now … I wasn’t sure I could ever go back to having a barrier between us.
Feeling the overwhelming glide of her sex along mine, I got lost in her. Lips and tongues glided together as she rode me, working us both into a frenzy. I practically ripped her shirt from her body, her bra following. I filled my hands with her pert tits, squeezing roughly, inhaling her sighs and moans.
“A chroí…” I held her hips, jerked her down on me. “Fuck…” I dropped my head back, let the pleasure consume me. Her lips brushed over my skin, whisper-soft in response to the soft bites she trailed.
She was everything I’d ever wanted, more than I deserved. And I wanted her with a passion I couldn’t explain. The first thought in my head when I woke up, the last when I went to sleep. She was my heart, my nirvana, my absolute sanity, and in the short time I’d had her, she’d burrowed in deep. So fucking deep.
I wrapped my arm around her, jerked her to me, holding her still. “Fuck me,” I growled in her ear.
Her hips swiveled, trying to give me everything I asked for, but unable to move enough to get there. With a low growl, I grabbed her ass with both hands, lifted her as I stood, then pinned her to the nearest wall before fucking her ruthlessly.
This woman … my little fairy … she was what I needed, and I was tired of pretending otherwise.
Her arms wreathed my neck as she held on tight, urging me on with soft pleas, desperate moans.
“Mine,” I growled against her neck.
“Yours, Ian,” she whispered.
Her acceptance snapped the thread holding me together. My movements became frantic. The overwhelming need to mate, to claim fueled my blood, had me slamming into her as I crushed her to the wall. I nipped her flesh, slightly aware of the bruises that would mar her skin. It only made me hotter.
Her lips pressed to my ear. “May I come?”
“Come for me, a chroí. Fuck yes.”
Her pussy clamped down, milking my cock. My release slammed into me when she cried out my name again and again.
It was then I knew that I would never let her go. Never.
TWENTY-FOUR
Everly
When I woke up the next morning, I took advantage of being alone for a little while.
After brushing my teeth, I showered, letting the warm water pelt over my skin for long minutes. I washed, shampooed, shaved, conditioned, then climbed out. I’d noticed all of my things had been moved into Isaac’s bathroom. The necessities I’d brought with me, as well as a few things he must’ve picked up or ordered online.
My heart swelled, threatened to burst in my chest when I opened the closet door, saw all of my things hanging there. They hadn’t been there last night before we left for the club, which meant sometime in the night or early morning, Isaac had moved them.
