The Ravaged Fairy (14 page)

“She just looked so familiar.”

Her skirt lifted. The cool air drifted
across her heated tender flesh. “Who?”

“Thame’s woman.”

“Breena...is not a concern right now.”

His tongue found the perfect spot to lap.
Her body shivered. A finger penetrated her weeping hole. Thinking was becoming
an annoying task right now, what with the hot, sexy guy currently licking her.
Brook’s head fell back. Pleasure swarmed as he found her extended bud and
suckled.

The orgasm tore through her system,
streams of intense pleasure swarmed and she could only feel as the moment
slowly passed. She gasped when the pleasure faded. How lucky was she to wake up
every morning to him? Damned lucky that’s for sure. Despite the rocky start and
her occasional thought on Valen. The wingless fairy that kidnapped her and
wiggled into the darkest parts of her heart. She was a woman in heaven. That
sneaky, skillful tongue entered her body and she gasped, struck by the sheer,
erotic sight. The king of all the fairies was on his knees with his head between
her legs. A face passed through her vision. A memory. “Holy shit!”

“What?” Carrick was instantly on his
feet, his thick cock tenting the loincloth that barely covered his erection.

The image had just come to her; she
instantly recognized the similarities in the two women. “I think I know who
Breena’s mother is...”

He frowned, adjusted his cock and took a
firm stance before her. “Well...”

“Grace.”

“Who?”

Ah, hell, she’d never wanted to mention
Valen’s name in front of Carrick again. After their last encounter, it should
have been a sin to ruin this perfectly hot moment. The truth sometimes sucked. “A
woman that was...with...Valen. She looked young but maybe with the whole fairy
age thing...Grace could be Breena’s mother.” When a human staid with a fairy
and exchanged bodily fluids the aging process was slowed which was one of the pros
about staying here. If that was true for the wingless fairies than Thame’s
woman really could be part fairy and even Valen’s daughter. Brook’s mouth
popped open at the thought. Did Valen even know he might have a daughter? This
was about to get a whole lot of crazy. She glanced at Carrick.

His demeanor changed at the name, his
lips pressed firmly together and the sexually excited man turned into that
jealous glare. He had every right, too, which is what killed her heart. She had
nearly fallen for Valen when those fucking trolls had kidnapped her and he
saved her.

Finding out that Valen was a wingless
fairy with toxins in his skin was the only thing that brought her out of her
confused stupor. Even now, she was ashamed when she occasionally thought of him.
She loved Carrick with all her heart and every bit of her soul, but Valen had
also nudged his way in there. If they would just get along and share, but that
would be unfair to everyone but her. She was no longer a lawyer from America,
she was Queen now and she had to act like one. “I’m guessing that rub down is
out of the question...”

Carrick lifted her dress to cover her breasts.
“No, it’s not a question. It’s rescheduled for later.”

Brook couldn’t fight the excited shiver
despite the situation.

“I have to talk to the others...”

“I am going to go with you.” He shook his
head and she was ready to protest when he placed a finger against her lips.

“If you go, I’ll only think about laying
you on the table and fucking you. Brook, I am not in the mood to share you.”

With another shiver, she opened her mouth
and nibbled on his fingertip. “Fine, I’ll be on the bed waiting...” She turned
around and moved to their bedroom door. Brook lifted the dress right over her
head. Her ass sashayed and she knew without a doubt his eyes followed. “...and
naked.”

Chapter Nine

Breena dreamt of fairies, little ones
that buzzed like mosquitoes as they flew by her ears. There was a forest,
loaded with creepy shadows that opened up to a world unlike any other. Castles
and giant trees looked like they giggled when the wind blew. She knew it wasn’t
real, but the warmth here was.

As content as she felt wrapped in a world
of fairytales, the slow edges of the real world began to bleed through. The
birds stopped chirping, a few voices sounded but she couldn’t make out what
they said. The fairies disappeared and the magical world slowly pulled apart
until an empty space remained. It was like they were sucked away by some
invisible twister. Would she ever see them again? She turned back to the forest
but it was no longer there. Instead she walked right over a hill and fell to
the ground. It seemed to take forever for the ground to catch her and then her
lids opened.

She was in a room, not a forest. Strong
white and green tones were everywhere. The walls were spring green with a
floral print right out of the 1800’s. She took a deep breath and knew that
musky fragrance. Breena glanced at Thame as he lay beside her. His arms
outstretched, one resting on her hip and the other cradled beneath her head. He
looked so peaceful.

His hair was loose and scattered along
his shoulders. There was an overwhelming desire to lean forward and press her
lips against his. Then her eyes fell upon his wings and her mouth opened. She
wasn’t dreaming anymore. This was real. Thame was lying in bed with her with
wings sticking from his back. She popped up.

“Don’t fall off the bed.” His lips moved
but his eyes remained closed. “I know how clumsy you can get.”

“There’s no food around,” she mumbled,
and his lips lifted in a small grin.

Breena smiled too and didn’t protest when
he pulled her back down to the soft, pale green sheets. His lids lifted and
those intense eyes focused solely on her.

She wanted to say something, needed
answers to all the craziness from yesterday but at this moment with his body so
close and his eyes so feral, she couldn’t speak. Thame leaned forward and
pressed his lips to hers. She didn’t want to protest but couldn’t quite kiss
back. The man had wings , for crying out loud. He must have sensed her
hesitation because he pulled back. His expression said it all. She had hurt him
by the rejection. That was quickly replaced by a stone expression as if nothing
could penetrate his heart. “So, you’re a fairy.”

He nodded. “And a man.”

She was aware of that fact. He was
shirtless and no man had ever looked better without that useless garment. He
had the body of some ancient warrior, Achilles or Hercules, muscle under tanned
skin. He was created to be drooled over, to save helpless maidens and Breena
had him all to herself. She bit her lips and asked, “Can I see them?”

Thame lifted a brow, nodded and moved to
his stomach.

“That’s why you didn’t want me to check
your back.” The thought dawned as those magnificent wings were before her.
Could anything look more delicate? It was such a contradiction to his muscular
frame. They were gold like his hair with a slight red tint along the very edge.

“I didn’t know how to tell you I wasn’t
human.”

“I understand that. Apparently I’m not
either.” The words were bitter but forgotten as she reached out and swept her
fingertips across Thame’s wings. It was so soft and warm.. Holy hell, the
fantasies running through her head would make a whore blush. Gran would surely
call this wandering. Breena leaned closer, her legs pressing against his as she
knelt and ran her palm along the length. They were exactly where those wounds
had been. “How did you lose them?” When they met, he was essentially wingless.

“Trolls.” He grunted the words. “They cut
them off.”

She couldn’t stop the wince. How could
anyone destroy something so beautiful? She pulled the sheets lower, her hand
shifting to his lower back. Her palm rubbed along his hot flesh. He was normal
everywhere else. She smiled when she saw the top of those blue jeans. “They’re
magnificent.” She sounded a little awed but couldn’t prevent it. Didn’t it
figure she’d fall for a man with wings.

Thame shifted to his side and sat up to
face her. He kissed her jaw, a light touch then traveled down her neck.
Breena’s eyes closed involuntarily. His hands gathered her hair and the tie
that held the wild locks at bay snapped. Her eyes popped open as he ran his
fingers through them. “I wanted to see your hair down.”

She bit her lip as nerves began to pummel
her senses. Was this it? Was she about to spread her legs and let this fairy
make love to her? Fear began to grow in the back of her mind. It was
accompanied by the familiar thought; it wasn’t so bad being a virgin. She could
live without a man’s touch, but he was no ordinary man. He was a fairy. “Thame...”
Was she really going to protest? It was on the tip of her tongue when he
pressed his finger to her lips.

“I just want to see you. I need to taste
you.”

Okay now that sounded delicious. The t-shirt
was over her head a moment later. She watched it fly from his fingertips to the
floor. Here she was, sitting in her bra in front of the man that seemed to say
and do all the right things. She wasn’t this lucky.

There was a soft knock at the door and
she jerked her hands to her covered breasts. D
ear God, please don’t let it
be Gran.
She was scattering back, ready to hide under the bed if she had to
when she slid right off the bed and onto her ass. The thump sent the air right
from her lungs and her head fell back to the carpet. She lay there as the door
opened and the King popped his head through the opening. Now this was the real scramble.
She shoved her feet beneath her so fast she couldn’t control the downward spiral
of events. Her foot caught in the shirt previously discarded, her back slid
against the small wooden side table beside the bed, which made the snaps in her
bra pop open. Her mouth jerked open to gasp as she tried desperately to end the
torture.

Brenna ended up on her front with her wad
of loose black hair covering her face. There was a growl, a few words and the
King quickly shut the door. Thame was now staring at her from the bed with a
big, foolish grin. Holding her bra in place, she shifted to her back and glared
up at him.

“I told you not to fall off the bed.”

“I don’t follow orders well, just ask
Gran,” she mumbled and shook her head. Brenna closed her eyes as the
embarrassment hit and a flush crept into her cheeks. There was a loud flutter,
wisps of hair shifted from her face with the breeze and when she opened her
eyes Thame was above her. He was floating; well not really, his wings were
rapidly moving without making much of a sound. It was amazing and a smile
spread her lips. When he grinned back, she leaned up and pressed her lips
against his. Fear be damned.

His kiss was a gentle persuasion; his
lips swept hers into a whirlwind of passion as his tongue cautiously invaded
her mouth. It was unreal. His tongue was in her mouth and the feeling was a
rush of primitive sensations. She simply lay there and followed his slow, sweet
progress. His arms wrapped behind her neck and around her hip. Slowly, he lifted
her off the green rug and back onto the bed.

When she landed, Thame laid atop her. His
weight wasn’t like time his unconscious body fell on her. He held most of his
weight on his forearms as his lips left hers and began to travel down her neck.
The need to scream was on the tip of her lips. Pleasure swirled but never quite
reached any heights as he took his time with her breasts. He pulled the bra
away to reveal her creamy globes. Would she have another orgasm simply from his
lips on her peaks? Breena was awfully excited to find out.

Thame’s tongue swirled around her nipple.
His teeth grazed her flesh and the teasing made her blood boil. When he finally
took that excited bud into his mouth, delight burst through her body. Her back
arched and her knees fell open. His hips quickly took the available space and
he pressed his thick erection against the crotch of her jeans. They both wore
them but she could still feel the pressure against her tender folds.

He made love to her nipples. It was the
only way to explain the long exquisite process. His mouth took the right peak and
turned it red from attention, his teeth, tongue, sucking and then he moved to
the other. Her hand rose from the bed and locked onto his shoulders as her body
hummed with desire.

He kept sucking and tugging. Her body
shivered as her hips pressed higher into him. She moaned, couldn’t hold it back
and he growled. Her heartbeat tripled at the dominant sexual sound. “Thame.” His
name was a whisper, a silent plea on her lips but he must have heard. He
shifted off her, and she cried out. Her nipples puckered violently as the cool
air hit them.

“Hush,” he murmured and pressed her knees
further apart with his hand.

Thame was close enough to nibble on her
left nipple and he did so. The bud screamed in satisfaction as his hand slid
down her flat torso and to the top of her jeans.

Was this really happening? Thame was
about to expose her. He was about to see the skin no one had seen since she was
a babe. The button popped open, his mouth his working on her breast and the
sound of the zipper lowering was like thunder in the quite room. Her breath was
erratic; she squeezed her hands into fists and pressed her eyes firmly shut.