“I’d hurt you,” I rasped. Her kisses trailed back to my mouth and she playfully bit my lip. Her green eyes looked at me playfully. She was indeed far too much like Puca. These two were a pair who were going to finally turn my hair gray.

“We can stop if it hurts,” she said, trying not to smile. Her hand trailed over my chest and down my body. Her fingers traced tattoos, some so old they were blue and faded, new tattoos placed on top. My eyes flitted over her own selection of ink. Each one appeared to be related to luck. A wishbone on her ribcage. A shamrock on her shoulder that I pressed my mouth to. My hand spread over her chest where she had a large horseshoe, playing cards, and dice.

“I don’t fuck mortals,” I said. “Especially not my sidhe.” I reached up and cradled her face. She wasn’t small for a woman but she was small compared to me. I was of a different race. Giants compared to humans and so it felt cruel to fuck them. It was also cruel to me. I’d been left alone too many times after watching them age and die.

Lacey wasn’t made for me and I shouldn’t. I really shouldn’t but she looked like she needed me. Her craving matched my own and my will to fight fled. I flicked open my jeans and shoved them down, kicking it all off until we were side by side in the bed with no more clothes between us.

“You’re massive,” she said in awe as her hands roamed over me. I hummed, leaning over and pressing my mouth to hers.

Lacey tasted like old Irish magic, powerful and heady—fierce, wild, and eclectic. It invigorated me as I kissed her deeply, my scarred flesh against her soft skin. My hand found its way between her legs again, pressing inside as her thighs stretched open wide for me. Despite her claims against authority, she was acting submissive, whimpering against my mouth and letting me do as I pleased.

I pulled back from our kiss and saw her eyes aglow, green gemstones sparkling at me with desire and greed.

“I don’t think there’s ever been a creature quite like you,” I said before kissing her again. It was the truth. She was no normal leprechaun. I could feel it in my bones with the same magic that told me her name and how powerful she was.

“But I still won’t fuck you,” I said, pulling her on top of me. She sat up, looking down at the cock beneath her—long, hard, and decorated with metal. Her eyebrows rose in surprise.

“That looks like a weapon,” she said and I laughed, grabbing her hips and moving her up the length. “Oh,” she moaned, shuddering as she was dragged across the piercings of my cock. She sucked in a breath as her eyes went half-lidded. Her cunt ground against me, eliciting a powerful pleasure I hadn’t fully anticipated.