Unicorn Craving

Blurb

Gillian Darby took a ride in the country to pick apples for a pie. She never expected to end up dropped in a whole other realm, apparently as the birthday gift for a unicorn prince. Gillian is an adventurous girl and takes up the offer of the sexy man with the thick white tail as his only adornment, to become his consort for the day in exchange for a basket of magical fruit. Being a chef with an eye toward fame, she was certain she was on her way and had made a very shrewd deal. Or was she? The handcuffs and the matching white tail accessory he present to her--might be another matter entirely.

Excerpt

Evangelo stroked the side of her face. It reminded her of someone trying to get a nervous filly to calm down. "No one is going to do anything you won't enjoy, if you just allow yourself to submit to the pleasure. And nothing will be done to you that can't be undone at some point. It's not every human woman who is allowed to enter our world and to participate in my birthday festivities."

Gillian looked at him suspiciously. She found herself leaning into his touch, wanting more of it, want to pressing against him. She wanted him to kiss her. "Exactly what do you have in mind?"

His eyes fastened onto her lips, almost as though he had read her mind. His mouth curved into a smile as he brushed his thumb over her lips.

"You admitted that you enjoyed watching our little gambol earlier. And that you'd like to join us. You are here to act as my consort for the day and attend me at my party. Wouldn't you like to attend a faerie ball, with a unicorn prince?" He pressed his thumb against the seam of her lips and involuntarily they parted and he slid it inside. Her tongue swirled over his digit, her eyes fastened to him. She saw his pupils darken, his expression grow heavy, as he released his thumb from her mouth. A protest almost escaped her, but instead she inhaled the shuddering breath and swallowed the denial. Yet she couldn't help licking her lips trying to hold onto his musky taste, savoring it like the last drops of a fine wine. "I have to say, you don't act much like a unicorn. And you don't look like one."

He turned and pointed his buttocks toward her, indicating his full white tail positioned just above his crack. "This doesn't tell you anything?" She had to admit, it wasn't every man she met that sported a gorgeous tail. One she wanted to touch and fondle with lingering appreciation. She nodded toward Hamlin. "What about him? He has hooves, but you don't."

Evangelo smiled. "It's my birthday. I wanted him to keep the hooves. I find them very sexy. Especially on naughty Hamlin. They suit him."

What could she say to that, for heaven's sake? "Ummm, I see.

"At my birthday, those who attend the festivities dress as I dictate. It is at my discretion that you are chosen to be a member of my personal entourage. That means everyone now includes you, if you so choose, and you must be outfitted as befits my consort—the position I have chosen for you."

She looked over at Vannora. "And her?"

"Ah, Vannora. Such a naughty minx. Vannora is a fire faery who attends the court."

"She serves me," Hamlin said roughly.

"Yes, that's true. Right now her bond belongs to Hamlin."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"She's made a deal with the satyr and now she must serve him for a set period of time until she pays off her bargain. But today, she's dressed the way I want her dressed."

He turned back to Gillian. "So, pretty human, will you join my entourage as my consort?