Fairy Flavor (12 page)

moved with him.

They began to circle her, little glowing bodies bounced off her check

and back. Barely felt as Valen stepped even closer. Brook froze; she could feel

his breath on her forehead and looked up into his beautiful eyes. She wanted to

kiss him, she intended to press her lips to his and open her body to his touch.

Thank God, that firefly bounced off her nose and broke the lusty spell. She

pushed away, wrinkled her nose and checked the window. “So, there were

trolls?” That meant she was not going home today.

“Yes…” He took a deep breath and turned toward her. “More than I’d

be able to handle. I’m sorry, Brook. If you’d like, I’ll try again in a few days.”

“Of course. I will return home, Valen.” The fireflies left the grumpy

fairy and hovered around her. She smiled at the little devils; they were too cute

to harm.

He nodded. “Just know you always have a home here.” He gently

clasped her hand. “We’re friends now and…I think I may run to you whenever

fireflies bother me…” A grin etched onto his handsome face.

Indeed, they had settled upon her shoulders. Their glowing forms

waited patiently for something. She opened the door, and they swooped right

out. “Deal.” She grinned. Her eyes lingered on the forest, hoping against all

odds her fairy man would appear. He didn’t, the woods remained empty and

Brook closed the door with a sigh.

The day continued to be gloomy, and she spent the majority of her time

in the library. She found several books to read, created a stack on the window

seat and quickly joined them. The seat was big enough for three people so

there was plenty of room to relax.

She had no idea where the evil women, as she liked to think of them, or

Valen had wondered off. That was fine by her, the less time with the man the

better. She heard the distinct rattle of ceramic and turned to see him padding

toward her on bare feet. He looked damn good with his muscles tenses as he

carried the tray.

“I was hungry but didn’t want to eat alone,” he murmured, settled the

tray between them and sat opposite her.

She could use a good snack now that he mentioned it. There were two

cups of tea with milk, a little spoon, container of sugar and cute little cookie

things that smelt sweet.

“Thank you…” She popped one of those chocolate covered squares in

her mouth and had to close her eyes. There was the distinct flavor of coconut

and vanilla with a nice chewy center. It was luscious. She swallowed the

contraption with a moan and opened her eyes to Valen’s stare. “It’s really

yummy…”

****

as he ate a piece. His nod followed a series of slow chews. “Oh yes, that is

good.” She smiled at him, and he couldn’t seem to look away. Her lips parted

and the tea entered her mouth smoothly. He watched her delicately replace the

cup and grab another cookie. “Do you read a lot?” He needed to change the

subject or he would lean over and kiss her.

“As I kid I used to. I never have time now days.” She glanced at the

book in her lap and grinned. “What about you?”

The red sundress he left for her was distracting as hell, he could barely

remember speaking, let alone answering her questions while her cleavage

tempted. “Yes, a good story always captures my attention.”

“What’s your favorite?”

His favorite thing at the moment was how her dress was riding up her

thighs and her tanned skin made his cock stiff. “I can never pick just one.” He

couldn’t think of the title to a single novel. She looked better than anybody he

had ever known in a sundress. A breeze created a sexy chaos to her hair and

she glanced out, inhaling slowly and watched the light sprinkle of rain. “Have

you ever seen the Irish cliffs in the rain?”

She straightened and shook her head.

“Want to?”

With a nod, she stood and he held out his hand as he always did. She

seemed less reluctant to place her palm against his. Their fingers twined and he

led her out the door with a concealed smiled. Carrick would not win this battle.

Valen wanted to keep her for himself. She was too special to let the king of a

dying race mate with her.

****

the cliffs. The wind began to blow faster; the water fell a little harder. She

didn’t notice as she glanced out. It was perfection; the rain trickled into the sea,

the sound was magnificent. Birds fled for cover and here they were holding

hands.

His palm was warm against her skin, her body tingly, and she shifted

her sight toward him. It was a little glimpse, that’s all. He stood beside her

with his chin high, stance wide and eyes on her. She froze as he reached out

and cupped her jaw.

Brook couldn’t possible continue this path. She loved someone else,

didn’t she? Thunder crackled above them and they both flinched out of the

lusty trance. He took off with her in tow toward the house. Beneath the

balcony, she found herself soaked and giggling.

The last time she played in the rain she was a kid, and it had been an

absolute blast then. Valen clasped her jaw and she faced him with wide eyes.

He shifted closer. Lightning burst through the heavens and thunder drifted

passed. Brook kept her eyes open as his lips parted and pressed against hers.

It was a kiss unlike any other. Her skin tingled, her body shivered and

pleasure swarmed her senses. Just from that little kiss and there wasn’t even

any tongue involved. Then his lips parted and that tongue swept her far from

this rainy cliff side. Brook closed her eyes and simply felt the sensations of

kissing this wingless fairy.

He was tender but underneath his gentleness held a wildness she could

not explain. The kiss turned raw, passionate. Their mouths battled, not for

control, but in lust. His hands were on her hips, pressed her closer as their

breaths mingled.

His breath swarmed her flesh, her nipples hardened, her core wept and

she leaned into his body. Her back hit something, not hard, but enough to jar

her and she opened her lids.

These were not Carrick’s big blue eyes but green. It was not Carrick’s

silky, black hair her fingers gripped but dense, red locks. This was not her fairy

man. Brook pulled away, pressed her palms against his chest as he stared at her,

both of them sucked in oxygen loud enough to drown out the rain.

“I’m not sorry, Brook,” he spoke quietly, stepped from her and into the

pouring rain.

She watched him go, walk toward the edge of the cliff and follow the

dangerous path away. Even after her breath returned and her heart stopped

pounding in her chest, Brook stood there. She waited until his figure fully

blurred by the storm and then she sat in a big ass puddle, heedless of the

wetness creeping through her clothes.

What had happened to her quite little life? Thunder rippled around her.

What would her fairy man say if he had seen? How could she let that happen?

Did this mean she no longer loved him? Or was this a slip, a simple

unimportant mistake that lovers make? Unfortunately, no one yelled down

answers to appease her tortured thoughts.

****

Valen felt drained of energy, void of hope and lost to everything around

him. He waited until he was far from her site to sit on the edge of the cliff and

dangle his legs over the crushing waves. She had pushed him away. That had

never happened before, in all his life.

Women, of any species could never resist him, but Brook did. The

woman that made his heart skip a beat and his cock stay hard for hours had

rejected him. This was more than a blow to his ego; it was a stab to his heart.

He waited a while, until the rain drenched his body and then left the

area. The clouds remained and he stood with an exhausted heave. He had two

women to mollify his every need but it was not enough to fill the soul.

Fireflies swarmed him. He simply let them and walked away, even

though they buzzed around his head and shoulders. Valen just didn’t have the

urge to kill them anymore, not since the last encounter with Brook. They had

made her laugh and that memory was a light in his dark thoughts.

The house was silent as he stumbled through the front door. His skin

shivered mercilessly. The lack of attire sometimes had a bad side. Despite the

chill that plagued him, his cock was still pressed tightly against his pants. Well,

at least it would give him a few moments to forget about things. He bumbled

through the library, flung up a hand as his women rushed to his side.

He did not want their willingness right now. All he wanted was silence.

They mumbled protests as he shuffled up the steps and into his bedchamber.

The vibrant greens didn’t distract him, or cause inspirations as they normally

did. He shoved his pants down his legs and they landed with a wet plop.

“Valen, listen, I’m very grateful for your hospitality but I’m new to this

place and a little confused…” She walked in the door he’d forgotten to close

and stopped mid stride. Her mouth shot open and her eyes went wide. That

expression could be one hell of an ego boost. She spun on her bare feet, her

fine backside facing him. “I didn’t know. You left the door open!” she shouted,

threw her hands up and walked away.

It took all her mental strength to force her legs to move away from the

gorgeous man that stood there in nothing. Dear Lord, his cock was beyond

glorious. He was thick and hard and she was not supposed to be thinking about

this. She ran to her room, managed to place her hand on the doorknob when

Valen pushed her against it.

Her breasts pressed against the wood grain and his bare body shifted

behind her. The heat washed through her chilled flesh like lava. “You left your

door open,” she hissed and his hands gripped her hips. His erection pressed

against her back, his lips spread kisses across her neck, and she had no idea

how she would resist someone so tempting.

Her legs opened of their own will, her eyes closed as those nimble

fingers lowered. They spread warmth down her thigh, even as he lifted the

sundress and touched her still wet panties. A single finger slipped past the

material rim and she held her breath without thought. His finger touched her

wet core, entered in a rough thrust that sent a groan past her lips. She wanted

this fairy so badly, her body screamed for his touch, his mouth, his cock and

she wanted it in that order.

“Valen!” A female voice shrieked.

He finger slipped free, his erection no longer dared her senses and she

opened her eyes to a crazed she-beast charging her. Instantly, lust vaporized

and survival kicked in. She shifted, spun into Valen’s arms as the bitch landed

head first on the floor. “Grace!”

“You whore. I’ll kill you!”

She was ready to do some ass kicking or at least the girly hair pulling

fight, but he pushed her behind him. “What are you doing?” His voice roared

as he shoved her backward, right onto her ass.

“I will not let that bitch take you from me.” Her voice was dark and

low, her blue eyes never left Valen.

“I am not yours, woman! You will not make threats in my home again.

Do you understand me?” Every word was an angry step toward Grace. By the

time he asked the question, he’d grabbed Grace by her dumb blonde hair. “Do

you understand me? I will touch who I please.”

The blonde nodded reluctantly.

“Get out of my sight.” No sooner had he finished the sentence, she ran

back through the hall and disappeared down the steps.

Brook was already in the bedroom door, and closing it with a thud. She

listened closely, heard Valen sigh and footsteps led off into his room. After

taking a deep breath and flopped onto the bed. Why did everything have to be

so complicated, and where the hell was Carrick?

****

Whisper had long since entered in the cover of darkness. There was no need to

place anyone in danger, he was skilled enough to kill those who knew nothing

and detain those who might.

The only problem was, Whisper had issues with trolls, and he would

kill everyone without thought to the plan or saving his queen. That’s why

Thame accompanied him. Together his two fairy warriors disappeared inside

the lair while the rest of the fairies stood guard. There was nothing out here but

stars. Flance was keeping an eye by sky.

His patience was seriously wearing thin. Every troll seemed to know

about the kidnap attempt but none about the actually process. Most didn’t even

know what Brook looked like or where they would keep such a treasure. His

treasure, Carrick glanced up at the full moon that glared down on their

midnight chase and begged the Goddess to watch over their queen until she

was once again in his arms. Thame kicked two trolls into the cool air, and he

turned to greet the enemy. “Do you know why we’re here?”

“Course we do…” one hissed. “Troll king say you think we stole your

woman. We didn’t. Let us go.”