“Julian,” I cried out as I came, dying for him, aching for him to be inside of me again. He was the first man to truly make love to me and there was something to that, a bond, either as a woman or as a fairy, that gave him a piece of my soul I would always need, always long for if he wasn’t with me.
It sounded like bullshit, but I’d read as much in fairy journals. We loved completely and it hurt us more than others when things went wrong. It was why so many fairies weren’t monogamous and played the field. After they were hurt once, it took a long, long time for them to heal.
Some thought it was why we lived so much longer than other supes. I had no idea, but right then, as I felt like I could touch that part of my soul he had forever, I believed it.
“Julian, please,” I begged as he kept licking me.
“I have to taste more of you,” he moaned. “I’ve missed the taste of my sweet fairy. I’ve missed every inch of you.”
It was hard to argue when he was trying to give me another orgasm.
He did, and then he stood, moving his cock against me as he kissed along my neck. “I love you, Tamsin. I love you so bloody much, you don’t even understand it. I cannot live without you.”
That almost made me come to my senses. For a second I hesitated, what he’d said bothering me for some reason I couldn’t figure out past my sex haze. But then he plunged into my body and all I cared about was him—this—us.
“Oh gods, yes, yes, my sweet fairy,” he moaned as he worked his hips. He moved one hand over mine on the wall and the other slid up my stomach and cupped my breast as his arm kept me against him. “I’ve missed you so much.”
I turned my head and kissed him. I’d missed him too. I pushed my hips back against his, the sounds of our bodies coming together the only thing we could hear.
He begged me to hurry as he couldn’t last long. That wasn’t going to be a problem since I was right there with him. I reached back and grabbed onto him as my climax slammed into me, both of us making noises like animals as we finished. He worked his hips to get everything of himself in me. He liked that. I knew that. He loved coming inside of me and having been the one to make me dirty.
We panted as we came down from our orgasms, clinging to each other, our hearts even beating at the same pace. I blinked at the wall as the adrenaline and hormones started to chill.
What have I just done?
He kissed my neck and I jumped, him instantly going on alert. “Love, are you okay?”
“I have to get back,” I whispered as I moved my hand off of him, trying to slide my hand out from under his.
“I know,” he murmured, hugging me to him. “It’s almost halftime. People will worry. We’ll talk after the game, yeah?”
“Um, Darby has…” I closed my eyes and let out a slow breath.
Darby.
Lucca.
I’d just cheated on both of them.
“I have to go.” I yanked away and luckily, he was quicker, grabbing my hips and gently pulling out of me so I didn’t get hurt. The moment I was free of him, I hurried to get my jeans back on, ignoring the mess for the moment. I found my bra and shirt. “I have to go.”
“Love, you’re worrying me,” he muttered and reached for me.
“I can’t leave up the barrier,” I said as I quickly tossed him his shirt as well.
“Right, okay.” He got something was up enough to rush and fixed his jeans, yanking on his shirt just as I finished. The moment he was redressed, I took down the barrier and took off. “Tamsin!”
But I didn’t stop.
Halftime must have started because people were coming into the hallways from the seats in droves. I couldn’t go back to the seats either. I couldn’t go around people who could smell what I’d just done, my shame. I turned and went for the exit, locking gazes with the person I’d just betrayed most.
Darby.
Tears filled my eyes as I looked away and raced for the stairs. It was horrible and… I didn’t know what else to do. What else was there to do?
I just ran.
He caught up to me outside of the arena, snagging me around the waist and making me stop. “What happened?”
“Let me go,” I rasped, hanging my head in shame. “I’m sorry. I have to go. I’m so, so sorry, Darby.”
“Let’s get back to your dorm,” he muttered, not letting me go. He moved his arm around me and tried to hurry me along, but I struggled.
“Stop. Don’t be nice to me. You’re going to hate me.”
“Agra, I could never hate you. Whatever happened, we’ll figure it out.”
I didn’t know how to answer, but I stopped fighting him, letting him get me to my dorm. I couldn’t accept his comfort though.
He would absolutely hate me when he learned what I’d done.
The moment we were inside the room, door locked and barrier up, I pulled away from him. He tried to reach for me, but I shoved his hands away, the tears coming back.
“Stop, just stop,” I choked out.
“Tamsin, tell me what happened!” he demanded.
“I have to wash him off of me,” I begged.
His eyes went wide and held his hands out in surrender. “Who?” He started to worry when I didn’t answer. “Tamsin, did someone hurt you?”
Shit, I hadn’t thought his mind would go there. I wasn’t thinking much at
