Fairy Flavor (15 page)

out. Was it bad that her heart shattered? She honestly could have loved him.

What did that say about her love for Carrick? She ran into her fairy man’s open

arms, hugged him close as his wings extended.

“I should kill you for this…” Carrick added furiously to Valen. “The

only reason I spare your life is because the queen is merciful.”

“Take me home, Carrick,” she whispered in his ear, needed to be away

from everything and everyone for a while.

“I’ll always love you, Brook. I will always be here for you. You only

have to call my name.”

She heard Valen’s words as they took off into the sky, the sunrise

blinding her. But that was okay; she didn’t want anyone to see her cry.

****

Kingdom was kiss Carrick. She had to. She hadn’t known she could miss

another human so much in her life.

Then she walked up to their balcony and glanced out at the land. She

missed the view just as much and inhaled the sweet fragrance. He wrapped his

arms around her. Such a difference in warmth, his kisses were gentler, all the

sweeter by the sheer fact that this was her fairy man.

“I thought I lost you.” He pressed his faced against her shoulder.

“Ditto,” she tried her hardest to hold in the tears.

He took a deep breath and held her face in his hands. “Go take a bath,

it’s all set up. Relax, do nothing but enjoy. I’m going to check the perimeter

and, if you’d like, I’ll join you.”

“Mmm…” She placed a kiss on each palm. “Now that sounds like a

wonderful plan.” She wanted desperately to talk about Valen, to explain

everything but he looked too raw, and her heart was a mushy mess. So, she

nodded, waited for him to leave and glanced back out at the sunflowers that

held such wonderful memories.

She’d made the right decision, in her soul. It beamed brighter than the

sun when she was with Carrick. Her smile was fleeting but uplifting. She tore

off her robe and her lingerie. Brook headed right for the mound of bubbles and

warm water.

The room smelt of vanilla and a spring rain. A few rose petals lay

scattered on the ledge; it was a huge porcelain tub with fairies depicted on the

sides as well as several Celtic designs. She stared at them with a smile and

reminded herself to ask Carrick what they meant.

He was her romantic fairy man. She stepped over the rim, her feet

enveloped by warm bliss. Her whole body went limp when it sank beneath the

bubbles. Muscles slackened, her lids closed, she took several deep breaths.

Her mind drifted, she decided the moment the water rushed over her

skin to quit worrying for a while. At the very least until the morning, the last

couple of days had been trying to her heart and head. It would not be a surprise

if she began suffering migraines from all this damn stress. Right now, however,

she was going to nap in warm water and flowery smelling bubbles.

Brook had no idea how long she laid there. Consciousness drifted far

away. She dreamt of her childhood, reliving the good memories and trying to

see her parents face once again. Their image was always distorted without their

picture before her. One moment she was smiling in the bathtub then out like a

light and the next she felt warm arms around her. They shifted under her back

and another under her knees. Her lids fluttered open as water streamed down

her body and a chill washed over her flesh. “Carrick?”

“I’m here, sweet,” he murmured in her ear.

She shifted closer, snuggled as best she could until he laid her on their

bed. Yes, it was theirs now, together, shared by more than lovers. His warm,

bare skin was a treat when he moved beside her. “Carrick, I love you.” It was a

whisper, a dazed conversation she wasn’t sure she’d remember in the morning.

“I love you too, my Brook.” He smiled at that, kissed her forehead and

kept his arms tightly around his queen.

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doors. Brook smiled and then rapidly sat up. “Carrick?” He found her, rescued

her and she left Valen, returned to her home.

“I’m right here, sweet.” He stood by the doors, naked and speaking to

Thame.

Dear Lord, she had forgotten. “Mord! Wick!” She jumped out of bed

and barely hid her curves with the sheet as she ran towards the men. “They

were hurt…”

“We found them…Mord was injured but Wick was badly wounded.

He’s healing and helped us find you from the bed.” Carrick turned to Brook as

she heard Thame flutter away. “He’s a people person, as he says, and knew

where the nearest Gancanagh lived.” He clasped her hand and sat beside her on

the bed, shifted the blanket so he could watch her breasts.

“I don’t understand. What is that? Why would it help find me?” Carrick

opened his mouth, closed it and leaned over to kiss her. Their lips met in an

excited rush and the tenderness nearly brought her to tears. How could she

possibly even think about refusing him? Her heart and soul yearned to be with

him for eternity.

“Did he kiss you?” His words silenced her.

She nodded briefly.

“Brook, I do understand. Valen is a Gancanagh. They are wingless

fairies exiled from the kingdom because of their destructive nature. Their

wings will not develop because they carry toxins in the skin and saliva. It also

makes women…” He looked away. “…addicted to their touch and taste.”

Brook sat there stunned. Well drugs or toxins sure as hell explained

Grace and Bridget’s craziness. Did that also explain why she missed Valen?

Was it only the toxins?

“Because you are no longer touch…” He cleared his throat. “No longer

touching or tasting him you may feel depressed or miserable or unhappy for a

while. It will go away, the toxins will wear off whether you made love to him

or just…”

“No!” She grabbed his hand. “I’m so sorry, Carrick.” She was ready to

tell him everything that happened, maybe not the details but she couldn’t

possibly lie to the man she loved so fiercely.

“It doesn’t matter what you did with him. I love you, and I will always

be at your side.”

Brook placed her hands on his chest. “Carrick, I feel no depression. A

little tired and my back’s a little achy.” The smallest smile crept up his lips. “I

couldn’t be happier than right now. Home, I am finally home with you. You

are my fairy man, and I love you so much. I knew the moment you were at that

door that you’re the one I love like no other. I want to wake up every morning

by your side. I want to spend the rest of our lives in your arms.” A tear slipped

free.

He wiped the stray, salty liquid from her cheek and blinked a few times

to clear his own. “Be mine forever.”

“Your smile would rival the angels.” He glanced at the sheet that

covered her tender flesh. Could he see her hard nipples?

Carrick moved closer, his lips pressed gently against her own and their

tongues swirled together in a mock battle for control. It was a kiss to remember.

Sweet, and a little naughty as his teeth scraped across her lower lip. She

wanted to make this an amazing moment for him but couldn’t possibly give

him a blowjob, which limited her possibilities.

Brook pushed him away, placed her hands on his shoulders until he laid

back. She flung the sheet onto the floor and straddled his muscular body. His

cock was already hard and thick, but she didn’t dare touch such a temptation

yet. His eyes locked onto hers as she lowered. Her hard, pebbled nipples

rasped against his chest. His flushed cock head poked her thigh and her lips

settled onto his neck.

His hands lowered to her ass cheeks and squeezed them. She wanted to

taste every inch of his flesh. It saddened her that she couldn’t savor the one

thing she really wanted. Still, she could drive him wild and spread her legs.

Her tongue traveled along his shoulder. Lips pressed here and there. She

managed to grab his wrists and lug his heavy arms above his head.

“Stay…” she mumbled with a grin. He snorted and then groaned as her

fingernails scraped over his flat nipple. Her kisses remained feathery as they

settled onto his chest. She lowered ever so slowly toward the sensitive bud and

when it was time to lick, she skipped that patch of flesh. He whispered her

name and she smiled as her tongue lapped at his skin. Over and over, she

teased with her wet taste buds all around his small nipple, not once did she

venture toward it.

“Brook!” He stared at her with all the intensity of a starved lion.

She grinned against his flesh and finally licked his nipple. A short,

crude suck, and he gasped; his head fell back to the bed. She continued

downward, his abs were hard knots of flesh that quivered as she ran her tongue

along them.

She followed the edge of every tense muscle, and her teeth scraped his

flesh and her lower lip dragged along to create sensation. Her hands were on

his thighs, her breath against his belly button, that cock was so close; she could

reach out with her tongue and finally taste him. Of course, that would cause

more problems than anything else.

Brook curled her fingers and dragged them down his thick thighs. He

gasped as she scraped and her legs straddled his. Her hot core met his warm

flesh with a burst of pleasure pending. Her tender flesh rubbed; there was no

way to resist that hard thigh against her sensitive core.

His cock increased during her journey, his head looked almost angry as

the thick rod jutted forward, nerves strained for her touch. She inhaled swiftly

and slowly exhaled right on his sensitive head. The reaction was a quick jerk

and a long moan. Her hands landed on his knees. She shifted and spread his

legs then instantly missed the feel of him against her heated pussy.

“Brook…” His voice was breathy, his tone pure lust.

“I may not be able to taste you…but I can still touch you.” She said the

words slowly, deliberately as she let her fingers trail up his leg, over his tense

thigh and caressed his ball sac. It was heavy as she rolled the flesh around her

digits. They were almost symmetrical, one hung slightly lower, and her mouth

watered.

Carrick grabbed the bed with abandonment as her nails scraped and her

breath teased. She gripped his dick and her palm rubbed sensually along the

erection. Each shudder of his member made her grin that much more.

She felt powerful, in control, ruler of Carrick’s dick. What an

amazingly gratifying feeling. He squirmed, gasped, and her other hand landed

at his head. His hole had yet to leak sperm but when her palm circled the head,

she felt the moisture shoot forth. It moistened her skin, and with both hands,

she pumped his cock.

“Brook! Sweet Goddess!”

His shouts were hoarse and hips jerked wildly and his hands ripped the

sheet beneath them. She had no idea if he came the same as human men; never

even got the chance to find out if he would shoot his load between her fingers

or on her nude breasts.

Carrick jerked erect. His white knuckled hands settled on her shoulders

and pushed her to the bed. His mouth met hers in a tangle of tongues and

passion. One hand grabbed the sheet that had gathered between them and

tugged it free. Their bodies met intimately.

Scorching heat wrapped both of them in a world of sensations and love.

His mouth escaped, drifted along her jaw and to her shoulder. His teeth scraped

as hers had done. Only she had a feeling he was truly going to bring her to the

brink of insanity.

His tongue swirled around her nipple, collecting the excited bud in his

mouth and sucked. She nearly came right there. Her back arched, and her body

hummed. That little left nipple was devoured and pleasure replaced her mind

with a lust-obsessed creature. Her hands roamed his back; her thighs flexed

and her hips squirmed. When the bud was red from attention, he turned to the

other neglected one. His lips caressed, his fingers flicked and then he sucked

the life out of her. Well, he could have done just that and she would die with a

smile.

“Open…” he ordered sweetly.

She hadn’t realized her thighs were locked shut and when she parted

them he rewarded her with another mouth-watering kiss.

“I want to watch how wet you become…” His words were another

sweet whisper against her burning flesh.

When both her breasts were properly cared for, his hands dipped lower.

They framed her torso as he placed kisses along her belly. Would he do that if

a child grew there?

The thought jerked her right from their hot embrace. Why was she

thinking about that now? The strange mindset drifted away as his hands bent

her knees and widened her legs. It was his turn to use his breath against her

tender, aching core.

She wanted to scream as his fingertips stroked her thighs, his mouth so

close to her heat she tried lifting her hips. The attempt was a failure, and she

whimpered. It was her last coherent thought to beg for his touch, for the

pleasure he could generate.

Carrick parted her wet folds, exposed her hole and grinned before his

tongue lapped at her weeping liquid. So close, she chanted his name; he kept