The Ravaged Fairy (3 page)

Of course, this had to be the best spot
for one of her bad luck moments. He was heavy but not in a bad way. She closed
her eyes and gave her torso the barest of wiggles. His erection hadn’t dissipated
and she felt it long and hard against her stomach. She had never really felt one
before. This man
—
the stranger with the soul melting eyes—she would love
to peek at his good bits.

Breena opened her eyes and glanced at him.
His hair was feathered over them both and she brushed her finger through a few
locks. She pushed them back, away from his handsome face to stare at his
features. He looked rough like a warrior, a few lines around his mouth,
probably from frowning. Those lips were plump though and his jaw chiseled. She
found herself wondering about his kiss. Would it be gentle or intense like his
eyes?

“Iníon?”

Oh yes, that just made everything so much
worse. Gran’s voice echoed through the house and the wave of cold air
accompanied the closing of the front door.

“I forgot to tell you about...Iníon?
Where are you?”

She banged her head against the floor. It
couldn’t have been a neighbor or a robber or even God himself at this point.
Anybody would be better to walk through that door than her Gran. Of course, she
had that sort of crappy luck and a gasp echoed.

“What is going on in here!” her tone
switched to panic. “Get off her. I’ll kill you. Get off of me baby!”

“Gran!” Breena yelled as Gran swung a
closed umbrella at the unconscious man atop her. Gran’s sight lacked and she
missed them all together. She lost her balanced and landed on her rear beside them.
Her weapon slammed into the chair. The leg splintered and the bowl of broth
landed right in her face. Breena sputtered, coughed and struggled against the
dead weight to no avail. Then Gran’s giggle broke the steady drip of broth from
her head to the floor. Now that she was laughing and broth had drenched her
head, she prayed that he hadn’t woken up. She took a deep breath and glared
down. No, thank God, his eyes were still closed. Seeing her like this would
have ruined the whole trying to be sexy thing.

“You have the worst luck, Iníon.” Gran
stated the fact as her laughter died down.

“Don’t I know it.”

It took nearly half an hour and help from
their neighbor before he was once again on the bed. They simply broke the other
side so it was somewhat even. The thing was still broken but at least it no
longer tossed him to the floor. Breena finished lifting his heavy legs onto the
mattress before she stood and went for a shower. She needed one now that there
was broth in her hair and her forearms ached. With a frustrated growl she
grabbed a new sweater and another pair of jeans. She stuffed black panties and
a black bra in the bundle. Rolled them up and locked herself in the bathroom.

****

They had seen him, Thame’s thoughts were
fuzzy but that single one was loud and clear. Someone had seen him. He wasn’t
alone on the side of the road, the trolls hadn’t found him, and the woman who
tried save him had the deep gray eyes of true beauty. There was no way to
forget the feel of that warm flesh beneath him or that pretty face staring up.
She had these wide eyes and small facial features, her black hair was such a
contrast to her pale skin. Who was she? His mind searched for an answer and
came up with a name. Yes, that’s right she said her name, Breena, Fairy Palace
in Irish. This meant there was a good chance he was still in Ireland.

He willed his weak muscles to move, but
they refused. Even his lids wouldn’t part to reveal a slither of that warm sunlight
that drenched him. The stitches pulled and made his back ache like flames
licking at his skin. The image of his wings flashed before him, but they were
gone now. Who knew what color would replace them? The trauma could turn them a
shade lighter, darker or give him a red tint. He was rather fond of their
golden tones but at least they would grow back. He felt the bone still there, the
area stung immensely but that meant it remained intact.

His wings would one day grow and sore him
into the sky. That thought alone, the knowledge he was not permanently
handicapped was such a relief he wanted to sigh. Being unable to move, he could
do no such thing.

His mind shifted to the fairy kingdom.
The others would no doubt be looking for him and it was highly unlikely they’d
find him. He was their best tracker; therefore, it was up to him to fight this
strong urge to sleep. There was no time to rest, he argued with himself, but
his thoughts slipped further into a dark void. He had to get up and get to the
king. What if the trolls attacked while he was gone? What if one of them was
injured or taken? He should be there beside them, helping. Not in a bed unable
to defend his own back. Darkness slipped passed his control and the thoughts
faded. Sleep captured his strong will.

There was no way to tell how long he’d
slept. It must have been hours, as the sun no longer warmed his skin. His back
felt better, the jabbing knife pain had faded to a thousand bee stings. Maybe
this time his eyes would obey and he would get to see those beautiful gray eyes.
They haunted his dreams, along with a sweet, willing mouth. The fantasy had
changed, it was usually a beautiful fairy tied to a sunflower and teased until
they were both consumed with passion. This dream, the woman was the same dark
haired female that saved him. Thame concentrated slowly on his eyelids, forcing
them to open and wishing she was before him. Since he was wishing, he would
like her to be naked, too. He wanted to see those hard nipples that had pressed
into his chest.

Thame’s eyes opened, the blurred image
revealed nothing but smears of color and the feel of a soft cushion beneath him.
Where was she? What happened to Breena?

“Ah, so he finally wakes.”

A gravely female voice spoke softly, and
he shifted his eyes to see the figure that approached. This was definitely not
his mystery woman. This one was older, she walked with a slight hunch or maybe
it was his angle. His vision still did not return to normal even as the woman
bent and placed her face inches from his. “Breena?” Where had the other one
gone? He craved her voice. What would Breena look like laughing? Would her eyes
light up? Would she ever smile at him? The older woman leaned closer. He
focused on her wrinkled skin and the way her lips pressed together in a frown.

“I know what you are...” she whispered.

Thame felt a distinct shiver down his
spine. He was defenseless as a baby and her eyes were malicious toward him.

“Fairy...” she spit the word out like a
disease. “The fact that me Iníon can see you...” She shook her head, the rage
evaporated and concern saturated her features. “Don’t you dare crush her heart.
Do you hear me? She’s all I have left, and I will not let you hurt her. She’s
me angel. Not literally an angel but a sweet, good, innocent girl.”

How did this woman know about fairies?
Who was she? He wanted to speak, to ask questions and demand answers, but his
lips would not move. The colors began to blur again, the image of the woman
fading in and out of his vision. Darkness began to sweep through and his eyelids
became too arduous to hold up.

“Heed me words, fairy, or you will pay
for every tear she sheds with a slice to your manhood.”

The words echoed, whispered, then Thame
grit his teeth as he fell back into sleep.

Chapter Three

His sleep did not last long. By the time
the warm wash of sun rushed over his skin he opened his eyes. He wasn’t alone,
and this time it wasn’t the threatening human but his gray eyed girl. She was
pretty from behind, a mass of black hair tucked into a bun. A curvy ass called
to his hands, and her hips made his mouth water. He could easily hold them
still while he pumped inside her.

Why had his libido suddenly burst into
action? He hadn’t seen a human female until recently and that was Queen Brook.
Thame held his breath. Maybe this one was his. He opened his lips; wet them
with his tongue before forcing his voice box to work. “Breena?” Was that
scratchy voice his?

She jerked, startled and his dinner in
her hands flew to the floor. Glass shattered around her feet, some hot liquid
splashed at her legs and she turned around muttering.

“Shite, why does food always fall on me?”

Her eyes shifted on his open ones. She
was more beautiful then he remembered. Her breasts were surely a gift from the
Goddess, they loomed over a flat stomach and her lips curved into a nervous
smile.

“Hi...”

The word slipped between her plump lips.
She seemed to freeze in place. Was she afraid of him? Did she know what he was?
Thame shifted and gasped in pain.

“Don’t move!” She rushed to his side and
knelt beside him. “Your back is messed up...”

That was right. Those fucking Trolls took
his wings. Wait, how did the old woman know what he was?

“I’ve been cleaning it up, but it’ll take
time to heal.”

“Thank you.” he murmured and lost himself
in her gaze. “Breena...” he tried her name once more, the way it sounded as it
rolled from his cords, was erotic. Hopefully, she’d hear it the same way.

“Yes?”

His cock was rock hard beneath his body
and he wanted to shift, to decrease the space between them. That’s when his
ankle screamed at the movement. He closed his eyes, slammed a fist into the
rickety bed and focused on his breath. “Apparently my ankle is...messed up as
well.” He used her words, but when he glanced back she was standing. Had he
frightened her? “I’m sorry...” His words began to slur, his throat dry with
lack of use. What happen to his sensual whispers? He wanted to sweet talk her
right into a mouth-watering kiss. Then his thoughts cleared and his mind
shifted to reality. It didn’t matter if he wanted to kiss her. With all the
life left in his body, he wanted to back her to a wall and make love to her
mouth. That did not mean she wanted to touch him, or the fact that he was still
a fairy and she a human. His need for this woman did not change the fact that
the fairy kingdom was short one warrior and still on the verge of extinction.

“What’s wrong with your ankle?” Her voice
broke into his thoughts.

“I believe a bone is fractured...” he
spoke softly, slowly as not to spook her again. It must have worked because she
shifted closer and knelt at the foot of the bed. Her hands were delicate and
warm as they pressed the quilt away from his bare legs and lay on his skin.

He suppressed a groan, the last time a
woman had touch him was nearly a hundred years ago and only once before had he
bothered with a human. She pressed into the swollen ankle. Why did she affect
him so? He wasn’t a fan of humans, despite liking their human queen. After witnessing
the aftermath of Keyn’s torture by the species, he refused to bed a female of
the breed, but Breena was different. She made his heart race and his body burn
with desire. Her touch was gentle and kind.

“It does look broken...”

He glanced over to see her frown and the
slight nibble of her bottom lip. She seemed to nod to herself before standing
and returning to the shattered remnants of what smelt like broth. Her hands disappeared
into a bundle of cloth that lay on a wooden chair and lifted with clean ace
bandage.

“This will have to do until Gran returns.”

He grunted as she slipped the thin brown
cloth over his swollen lump of an ankle and tightly wrapped it around. The pain
was slight, a sting of a blade tip was worse than her small fingers teasing his
sore flesh. “Thank you...” he spoke in a whisper and tilted to better see her. “...
for saving me.” She nodded and focused more intently on his ankle. Most women
would swoon and stare at his golden hair or...he frowned, he no longer had
those big, golden wings. “Where are we?” He needed to return to the kingdom.

“Ireland...” she spoke as she finished
with his ankle.

Thank the Goddess; the trolls hadn’t
dragged him off to Scotland or some other distant shore. He could be close to
home, indeed.

“You’re on the Aran Islands, Inis Mór .”

“What? How did I get here?” They had
taken him to another shore, the damn islands on the west coast. His forehead
fell forward and sunk into the white pillow beneath his head.

“You don’t remember?” Breena stood and
rubbed her palms on her thighs.

It made Thame aware of how close she stood.
Blue trousers hugged the V in her thighs and his thoughts went right to her core.
How hot would she be? How sweet would she taste? What was wrong with him? He
should be thinking of the King and Queen, not some human woman. “I need to
return home, I need to go back...”

A dark figure filled the doorway. “You be
going nowhere until you heal.” The old woman that threatened his dick now stood
with a scowl on her face and her eyes on his exposed legs.

“I think he broke his ankle, Gran.”

“I see he’s also awake and talking, she
said stiffly before stepping into the room. “Go fetch me a pot of hot water.”

Breena nodded and left him in the room
with the cock slicer. “How do you know what I am?”