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Chosen By The Fae
(Alana Church)

Delia's hands burned him, cold as ice, as she set them on his hips. He swallowed nervously. "What are you doing? What do you want?"



"I hunger, Tobias." Her eyes were wide, her chest rising and falling. Through the narrow band of leather that crossed her chest, Toby could see the twin indentations of Delia's nipples. "Do you remember, mortal, the day we first met? Have you forgotten that you owe me a favor?"



"No." Stunned and reeling from his crossing into Faerie, willing to pay any price to avoid being sent back to the mortal world, ecstatic at his healing, Toby had foolishly pledged his word that he owed Delia a favor, unaware that in the Summerlands, Delia had no right to demand favors of him at all.



But once given, his word could not be taken back. Not here, where one's word was all but sacred. "What do you want?"



"Isn't it obvious?" She put her hand on his groin, testing. Almost immediately, his cock sprang roaring to life. Her lips curled in a small, predatory smile. "I want you, mortal.



"We crave it," she continued in a whisper. She was close now, close enough for hm to feel her frigid breath. Her leather-cased hips swung back and forth, teasing his crotch with the feel of her cold, white skin. "We need it. The warmth of life.



"Have you ever wondered, mortal, why?" He groaned as Delia undid the buttons of his breeches. "Why Winter does not attack Summer with all its might? We are colder than they. Crueler. Stronger in war."



Toby gasped as her fingers wrapped around his erection. "Aurora said something once about...balance."



"Indeed." She leaned close, sniffing at his neck. "Oh, I can smell her on you. Skrella. She is a woman who understands. A man's seed should not be given to one woman. Or a woman's legs open for only one man." She reached behind her back, undoing the knot that held her leather wrap closed. Her breasts, Tobie saw through the thundering in his blood, were small but lovely, with pale pink nipples. The right one was pierced by a silver barbell.



"I don't love you," he said as she pushed his breeches down. Though he did want her, badly. There was something about the Winter Lady. Something that affected him on a level below reason, below even thought. The mere touch of her fingers on his chest as she reached under his tunic made him want to throw her down on the floor and take her from behind, grinding her body into the stone floor of the shop.



"I don't want your love," she whispered. Her palm circled the underside of his rod, rubbing him slowly, maddeningly. "I want your cock. I want your lovely mortal heat. I want the feeling as you cum inside me, as you feed me."



"There's no bed," he croaked.



The Winter Lady's frozen-berry lips curled as she shimmied out of her leather breeches. Her mound was hairless, and her body enough to make Toby feel like a dirty old man drooling over high school girls. But her eyes were wise, and he knew that she had enough power to kill him on the spot if she wanted.



"We don't need one."