Read Fantasyland 01 Wildest Dreams Online
Authors: Kristen Ashley
And I did too. Hesitant, I explored his
thick, soft hair and the muscles of his shoulders and back. All the
while I explored his mouth, his tongue, tasted his lips and he
explored me.
I liked what I discovered. It was
freaking
fantastic
.
Finally, his big hand roved over the cheek
of my ass and feeling it, feeling him so hard and warm pressed
against me, his mouth so generous, his skin so silky sleek, fire
suddenly shot between my legs, my hips pressed into his and I made
a soft noise in his mouth.
Frey broke our kiss but his lips still
touched mine and his fingers cupped my ass. “My wife likes this,”
he whispered.
“Yes,” I whispered back because it was
true.
Unhurried, his fingers pulled the material
of my nightie up and I stared in his eyes, my body warm and still,
my mind focusing on everything all at once, the feel of him, the
smell of him, his lips so close, his eyes so gorgeous, his
eyelashes so thick, the room lit with candlelight, my lips feeling
bruised, my mouth wanting his back, the brilliant feel of my
breasts pressed hard against his chest, the better feel of his hard
cock pressed against me – he finally got the material up and
slowly, like he had all the time in the world, as I held my breath,
his fingers slid back down inside my panties.
Fire seared through me.
Oh my God.
Why was that so, unbelievably,
phenomenal?
I didn’t know. I didn’t care. I just knew I
wanted more.
So the instant I felt him skin against skin,
my eyes drifted closed, another noise escaped my throat, I pressed
tight to him, everywhere I could get and slow was a memory.
His hand clenched my ass, his torso pushed
my back to the bed, his mouth slammed down on mine, not slow, not
making out, not generous but hot, wet, hungry and
amazing
.
He shoved a knee between my legs but he
didn’t have to. I opened them and bent my knee, pressing the inside
of my thigh to the side of his hip as I arched my back to connect
with him, tightened my arms to pull him into me and I moaned into
his mouth.
He kissed me hard and deep then his mouth
went from mine, down my cheek to my ear and I pressed into him, my
fingernails grazing the skin of his back, I pushed my foot into the
bed so I could shove my hips against his.
“You want me,” he growled in my ear.
My head turned so I could touch the tip of
my tongue to his earlobe, my brain and other parts of me noting I
liked the taste of him, then I whispered, “Yes, Frey.”
His hand left my ass, trailing around
swiftly, it was suddenly between my legs over my panties, the touch
light but definitely there and unbelievably enticing and his head
came up, his eyes locking on mine.
“Gods, you want me,” he repeated, his voice
thick and I knew he felt the damp evidence that proved this between
my legs.
“Yes,” I breathed, moving my hips to grind
down on his hand and he instantly cupped my sex and took my mouth
in another hard, wet kiss.
I whimpered as he kissed me while his hand
slid up, fingers pressing in, God, so freaking awesome, then up to
my belly, I could feel the tip of his middle finger pressing in
just above my panties, preparing, he was going to go skin to skin
and I could
not
wait.
I drew in a deep breath of heady
anticipation, sucking his tongue deeper in my mouth and then his
entire body froze.
Then his head came up and I blinked as I
watched it turn just a little like he was listening.
Then he growled, deep and low and
seriously freaking pissed off, “Gods
damn it.
”
I blinked again.
Oh no.
What did I do?
He pulled away.
Oh God!
What did I do?
“Frey?” I called as he maneuvered his big
body over mine.
“Stay here,” he ordered. “I’ll return.”
I turned with him as he quickly moved to the
overhang of the loft, not the ladder. He wasn’t going to waste
time, he was going to drop down which was crazy but I was stuck
back thirty seconds ago.
“But…” I whispered, eyes on him, voice
trembling with disappointment, “what did I do?”
His body arrested at my tone and his eyes
came to me. They took me in quickly and then he was right there,
his hand cupping the back of my head, his face all I could see.
“Nothing, Finnie, everything is fine. Stay
up here. Don’t leave this space. I’ll return as soon as I can.
Promise, wife.”
I stared into his eyes, he must have seen
what he needed to see for he moved to touch his mouth to mine then
he shifted swiftly and disappeared under the curtain, throwing his
big body over the side of the loft.
I heard him land on his feet and I stared at
the flickering candlelight on the curtain. Still staring at the
curtain, I heard the front door open and close.
What just happened?
Did my husband in an alternate universe
who I barely knew just turn me on more than I ever had been
in my life
then take off for what seemed
like no reason, throwing himself off the side of a loft?
Then it hit me that
he
was turned on too. I could see it in his eyes,
hell, I could
feel
it pressed
against me. He wanted me. Bad.
Then he was gone.
He’d heard something.
Oh God.
He’d heard something.
Did Raiders have enemies?
Oh God!
Of course they did! I read the stories.
Maybe they
weren’t
romanticized. Maybe the sea was filled with perils. Maybe
he’d looted and pillaged and now it was payback time.
And he was out there in nothing but
breeches!
I rushed across the bed, threw back the
curtain and then went feet and ass first out of the loft to the
ladder. Foot by foot, hand by hand, I quickly descended the ladder,
rushed to the dark kitchen and went directly to the knives. Pulling
out the biggest, scariest, sharpest one, I ran to the front
door.
I heard his voice, not what he was saying,
but he sounded pissed.
Shit!
I couldn’t rush outside in a nightie
without knowing what I was rushing into
and
what Frey was facing.
Crap.
I went to the window, quickly pushed the
heavy curtain aside and looked out.
Then I froze.
Then I stared.
Then I fought against passing out.
Then the teeny, little man with pointy ears
and an upturned nose wearing a strange dark blue hat that looked
like a cap with a straight white feather poked in the side and
whose whole body was weirdly glowing ice blue turned to look at
me.
Then I heard him say to Frey, “Your Ice
Bride has seen us, Frey Drakkar.”
My eyes shot to Frey standing out in the
freezing cold in nothing but breeches but the teeny little man
didn’t have to tell Frey that. Frey was staring at me and shaking
his head.
Then he moved to the door.
I jerked from behind the curtains and
hyperventilated.
The door opened and I turned to face my
husband.
Eyes on me, he said softly, “I asked you to
stay in the loft, Finnie.”
“There are little fairies outside,” I
breathed, forcing out the words through quick breaths.
His brows drew together in a way that wasn’t
scary but, instead, surprised and he replied, “Those aren’t
fairies, wife, those are elves.”
Elves?
Elves.
Holy moly!
My head slowly turned to the curtained
window I could no longer see out of but my mind conjured the vision
of what was essentially our front yard that I’d seen littered with
about a dozen, maybe more, teeny men and women glowing ice
blue.
Elves!
Oh my God!
How cool! This world had elves!
I looked back at Frey and whispered,
“How
cool!
”
He held my eyes and told me his mind was not
on elves when he asked quietly, “Can you explain why you hold a
knife?”
“
You’re a Raider,” I said without
hesitation, wanting to get my explanation over with so we could
talk about Elves, “you probably have enemies. I thought, with the
way you took off, that they’d found you, it was payback time, you
were unarmed so I wanted to see if I could help.” His face again
registered surprise for an instant before it softened but I didn’t
really notice mainly because my mind was on the elves outside so I
asked, “Are those really
elves?
”
He moved toward me and my head tipped back
as he did. When he got close, his hand carefully came to mine, took
control of the knife then, when he had it, his torso twisted
slightly and he tossed it so it landed with a soft
funph
on the couch.
With free hands, I lifted them and curled
my fingers on his shoulders, shaking him a little to get his
attention and when he turned back to me, I leaned close, went up on
my toes and whispered excitedly, “Frey! Seriously! Are those
really
elves?
”
His hands settled on my hips and he peered
down at my face, one side of his mouth hitching up before he said,
“Yes, Finnie, it’s been centuries but they have returned.”
I instantly pressed in deeper, chest to
chest, fingers digging in his shoulders as I felt my eyes go wide,
a big smile split my face and I cried, “How
cool!
”
He grinned then he said, “I must go with
them.”
I blinked. Then I asked, “What? Why?”
“They have come to me with a message. It is
important. I must go to the adela tree.”
Whoa. Wow. Cool again!
I
totally
wanted to see an adela tree. Not to mention, hang with
elves.
I pressed closer and asked through my still
bright smile, “Can I go?”
He kept grinning into my face but shook his
head as his fingers gave me a squeeze, “No, wife.”
I felt my mouth turn down and asked,
“Why?”
“They have a message for me, not you or us.
And it is only me they expect at the adela tree.”
“But –”
“So it will only be me at the adela
tree.”
Hmm. Bummer.
As was my way, when adventure was afoot, I
didn’t give up.
“
Can you go out there and maybe…
ask
if it was cool if I came with
you? I could stand out of earshot,” I offered and he gave a short
chuckle but shook his head.
“It must only be me.”
“
But you’re big and scary and they’re teeny
and not scary and you can stomp on them with your feet if you had a
mind to. Maybe you can just
tell
them I’m coming.”
His brows drew slightly together again and
his hands slid from my hips to the small of my back as his head
dipped to mine and his voice went low.
“Finnie, it is true, I am their lord, but
this is not their only form. They have awesome power and I command
them but only because they have returned to the surface. They can
retreat and I do not wish them to do so. If they want only me, as
their lord, I should hear what they have to say and decide, during
ensuing meetings, if I will take my winter bride.”
I was staring up with him with what I knew
were big eyes when I breathed, “You’re their
lord?
”
He studied me then said, “Finnie, you know
that, everyone does. The Frey of the line of Drakkar always
commands the elves.”
Ho boy. I
didn’t
know and Sjofn hadn’t seen fit to share
that
tasty morsel in her note.
“They await, wife,” he prompted me on a
slight squeeze of his arms.
“Right,” I nodded, “of course.”
I started to push back and then realized my
hands on his shoulders and body pressed to his were not
encountering cold. He’d been inside for awhile but it wasn’t like
we had central heating. It was always a wee bit nippy, even with
the fires blazing.
And his skin wasn’t cold. Not even a little
bit.
I dropped my head to stare at his chest then
it shot back and I stared at him.
Then I whispered, “Why aren’t you cold?”
His head tipped slightly to the side for a
second before he quickly righted it and replied, “I do not suffer
the cold, Finnie, this you also know because everyone knows it. I
do not suffer in heat either.”
Uh.
Wow!
And.
What?
Unfortunately, I couldn’t ask because
clearly I was supposed to know. And also unfortunately I had to
cover.
“Right,” I said quickly. “I forgot.”
He examined my face while repeating, “You
forgot,” in a way that said he didn’t believe me and in a way that
said he either thought I was slightly unhinged or highly
untrustworthy (or both).
“Uh…” I started to cover further, “I’m kinda
freaking out about the elves being back after centuries, Frey. It
slipped my mind.”
He stared at me. Then he whispered,
“Right.”
Totally didn’t believe me.
So I covered more by smiling at him and I
did it big. That worked. His eyes dropped to my mouth, his arms
convulsed and the tension went out of his big frame.
I gave him a light push with my hands and
said, “You better go. The cool-as-shit elves are waiting.”
That got me another hitch of one side of his
mouth then he nodded and let me go.
When he did, I turned and looked around the
room, saw his stuff tossed on a trunk and hurried to it.