Stirrings of Spring

Stirings of Spring Copyright © 2023 by L.K. Shear. All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, businesses, companies, events, or locales is entirely coincidental. Cover Design and interior layout: Miblart.com First, for Richard, for encouraging me to write whatever I wanted without judgement. You helped me become an author. I hope you know that. And for all the readers out there who told me they didn’t want to choose between the princes. Embrace the power of *and*. Content Warnings Your mental health is very important to me! Stirrings of Spring is a little more serious than Touch of Winter, and is still not an overly dark book, but I want to make sure you’re prepared for what you’re going to read here. Stirrings of Spring contains MM scene fated mates explicit language sexually explicit scenes D/s bondage/rope bunny primal play Under-negotiated rough sex MF Anal sex On a non-sexual note, it has themes of jealousy, and some people who really should talk to each other, but won’t. It also has themes of captivity and scenes of fighting/physical violence. I hope you enjoy reading them as much as I enjoyed writing them. If you’d like to know where specifically any of the above are so you can skim over them, reach out to me on facebook or tiktok and I will happily tell you the chapters. Chapter One Dorian Fate had scrawled my name gracefully across the little vixen’s wrist, dark like a tattoo, marking her as mine, and me as hers. The looping letters circled the pale skin, a flaming feather beneath them. I couldn’t keep myself from laying our wrists next to each other. Her name with its fan of fox tails tattooed in the same position, mine on my right hand, and hers on her left, like mirror images. When I took her hand in mine, the letters brushed against each other, making me grin. She was mine. Well, not entirely mine, but Forrest had done nothing since fate had marked him and Mara, and she was here now, with me. I still had trouble believing that I had a fated mate. This was something most Scions only dreamed about. Fate had decided that it was important that I have this woman beside me. That was a scary thing to think about. I finally snapped out of my staring at the marks across both of our skin, tilting my head to look at my little vixen’s face. She was watching me back, an amused grin on her face. I couldn’t keep myself from kissing her again, enjoying the way it turned amusement into affection. I liked it when she looked at me like that, and I was already making plans to keep making her look at me like that as often as I could. “I told you what was going to happen if you kept looking at me like that, little vixen.” I rolled onto my back, taking her with me. Her eyes widened as she ended up straddling me, my wings spread out beneath me across the sheets. With her back scratched up from the tree, I didn’t want to press her against the sheets, even though part of me was crying out to have her beneath me, looking up at me with that saucy little grin on her face. I contented myself with gripping her hips tightly enough to bruise, making sure that my fingers were sitting in the same place as the bruises I had left on her in the woods. The thought of her looking in the mirror and knowing that those were my fingerprints on her skin soothed the possessive part of my soul. Using that grip, I started rocking her against my hardening cock. I hadn’t planned on taking her again this evening, wanting to let her sleep, but she was looking down at me with those pretty hooded bedroom eyes as she took over the rocking, and I could feel the lust in the air swirling around the both of us. “You look so pretty riding me, little vixen.” It was so easy to make Mara blush. It was already painting across her cheeks. Tiernan had spent a lot of time talking about how much he liked her blush. Give Tiernan a chance, and he would talk about Mara for hours. He did nothing by halves, though. Everything that Tiernan felt, he felt, with his whole being. I had been planning on letting her sleep, but the way she was looking at me, it wasn’t going to happen any time soon. My little vixen was soaking my cock as she rocked her hips back and forth. Her lower lip caught between her teeth, eyes hooded, head thrown back as she chased her pleasure. Most other Incubi found their place in the Spring court, and I could see why. Desire was addictive, and dedicating your life to chasing it made more sense than I wanted to admit. I was still more comfortable in the Autumn court. Watching her as she rocked, I couldn’t help but imagine Dominic behind her, his hands cupping her breasts, rocking in time with the way her hips were moving, cock rubbing against her ass as he whispered filthy promises in her ear. The pair of them would look so good together. My perfect damnation. I was going to make it happen. Knowing that my little vixen was my fated mate hadn’t diminished my feelings for my bonded mate. Fate may have decided that I needed Mara by my side, but I had chosen Dominic to walk beside me as