by
Layla Fae
Intro
In the flickering fire of the torches, he looked impossible: his legs covered with fur, his hooves. And between his legs…
The fire surged, intensified by a gust of wind or magic, and I could see him clearly in its golden light. He was so much more than I had bargained for.
He was real.
Afraid to speak, afraid to even breathe, I tore my eyes away from his cock and looked up, not even flinching at the sight of long, sharp horns, gracefully curving up and away from his head. Pan grinned at me with wild, savage joy.
“I will fill you with music.”
Chapter 1
The Summer Solstice
“I will NOT fuck a stranger,” I said for the umpteenth time that day.
Dora didn’t even look at me. She climbed our upward path with the sure-footed grace of a goat, and I clambered after her, mind preoccupied.
“I will not,” I said, sounding surly even to my own ears.
Dora stopped and turned to me. Her hands went to her slender, jean-clad hips, and I took a step back, sending a flurry of small stones down the path.
“You will shut up and enjoy the view, Jane,” she said in her best governess voice, the one she used on her perpetually misbehaving nephews. “And after you’ve looked around, you will thank me for bringing you here.” When I kept looking up at her, Dora pointed her finger at me. “Now!”
“All right, all right!”
As I looked around, I had to admit the view was splendid. Long grasses swayed in the wind, tired bees buzzed among the wild flowers, and the tree line further up the slope looked dark in the blazing sunset.
And up ahead, on each side of the path, glistening like colorful jewels…
“No way! Lanterns? So it’s here! We made it!”
Dora cleared her throat meaningfully, and I gave her a jostling hug.
“Thank you for bringing me to your witchy pagan thing so I can finally get Edward the Wanker out of my system,” I said.
She patted me on the arm, her eyes glinting.
“Please reconsider your stance on fucking strangers. After the sun sets, this place will brim with magic—real magic. It makes sex so much better. I am going to spend the Revel lying naked on the grass with my legs over my head and one beast or another plowing between them.”
“Wait, Dora. Magic? Beast? Is that some code for party drugs or…”
But she kept walking up the path, beckoning me to follow. I frowned at the sun glimmering over the horizon. It had almost entirely set.
A shiver ran through me and I walked faster to catch up with Dora, who was already by the trees, entering the forest between two purple lanterns. I hadn’t counted on this secret party in the woods being so eerie—so frightening.
The tree canopies over the path were so thick, they stole most of the remaining light. In the gloom, lanterns hung from the branches glowed even brighter: purple, pink, red, yellow, green… They looked like real fire, and I almost stopped to admire the effect. But Dora walked on, so I hurried after her.
We walked deeper into the wood, and the air cooled. No one walked the path apart from us, and I felt decidedly strange. She had promised me a big, exclusive party with an international crowd.
Yet, here we were. Alone.
“Dora? Are we too early?”