Holiday Bundle (Move Me, The Faerie's Honeymoon, Winter's Tale) by Emma Holly

Author:Emma Holly [Holly, Emma]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Paranormal romance anthology
Publisher: Emma Holly
Published: 2014-06-17T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter Three

BELLE and Duvall were so exhausted from the energetic finish to their day of traveling that they slept right through the first night’s parade. They woke up starving, but made love again anyway.

Actually, making love might not have been the right term. It was true they were face-to-face, generally a tender thing for them, but Duvall took her like they hadn’t had sex in months. His expression was somehow anxious as he thrust ever faster inside of her. Considering she came twice before he did, Belle couldn’t complain. She simply had to wonder what was up with him.

When he came, he gripped the fancy electrum headboard and tensed his whole body. Belle was pretty sure he enjoyed it; he shouted and shot a lot. The thing was, he tended to be more abandoned in his release. He’d thrown himself into this one as if racing to beat a deadline.

“You okay?” she asked as they shared a shower afterwards. She was soaping his back, which he usually reveled in like a cat. His wings had a sort of phantom reality outside Faerie, and he enjoyed having the place they’d lie caressed.

This morning, he turned around before she’d barely started massaging his gorgeous wet muscles.

“Are you okay?” he responded, smoothing back her damp hair. “I hope I wasn’t too rough on you.”

“You were good rough,” she assured him. “You just seemed to have something on your mind.”

He flashed his best sexy faerie smile. “You were on my mind, beloved. And my cock. And my fingers. I may, however, have overlooked the full uses of my mouth.”

Redressing this led to a slightly less manic quickie in the shower, after which they truly had to eat. Then, at Belle’s insistence, they left the hotel for sightseeing.

Located across the street, Resurrection’s version of Central Park was rendered doubly magical by a white layer of snow. As Belle admired its collection of naked nymph and satyr statues, Darius—who accompanied them on foot—distracted her. Evidently, his bodyguard service included him carrying an electrified tennis racket to shoo away the park’s resident gnomes. Duvall promised the humanoid-looking pests weren’t any more intelligent than squirrels, but the demon’s unmistakable glee at lobbing them from their path did somewhat undercut her enjoyment of the trip.

She pushed aside her opinion of the gruesome display when they reached the park’s carousel. The carousel animals were all tigers, and they were popular. A snaking line of children waited for turns, bouncing excitedly at the ends of their parents’ arms. Belle noticed some of the kids were pretending to bark like dogs.

“They’re werepups,” Duvall told her, leaning close to her ear. “It’s tradition for the young ones to ‘ride the tigers’ this time of year. Werewolves and weretigers have a friendly rivalry.”

Darius snorted behind them, so Belle supposed the rivalry wasn’t always friendly. “They look like normal kids,” she said.

“They are,” Duvall assured her. “Well, very energetic normal kids. Wolf pups are a handful, I hear. Sadly, the moon isn’t full, and we won’t see any of them change accidentally.

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