Stolen Warriors

by S. Dalambakis

  He turns to the coachman, “Give us a few hours and we’ll meet back here.” The coachman nods.

  Stolas guides me to the market. It makes me almost sad that I didn’t bring the last of my jewels to sell here. I bet I could have made a killing. The first few stalls have fabrics, shoes, plants and fruits. I didn’t see any shoes that I liked. Most of them had heels and if there is a chance I might have to run tomorrow night, I don’t want to do that in heels. Looks like I’ll be wearing my trusty boots. The next stall has jewelry and I pull us to a stop.

  “Can you tell what color my dress is? I need to know so I can get jewelry.”

  “Don’t worry about a necklace. You’re only going to need earrings. Something simple will do.”

  I nod, browsing the table. There is a pair of simple diamond studs. Those will do, plus I can wear them over and over again.

  I point to the pair of earrings. “How much for those?” I ask the seller.

  “200 credits,” she replies. I groan, because I don’t want to spend the money, but I need to.

  “I’ll take them.” I hold out my wrist and she scans the chip in the bracelet I’m wearing. As we’re waiting for the sale to be complete, I spot a three sets of cufflinks. An onyx, a diamond, and a simple gold pair.

  “It went through. I’ll take these and package them. Give me just a moment.”

  She picks up the earrings and turns. The second her back is turned, I grab the cuff links, putting them down the front of my corset, nestling them between my boobs. To make it look like nothing happened, I tap on my bracelet. I scroll through until I reach my money app. Clicking it, I check the last transaction, making sure she only charged me 200 credits. The merchant is done quickly. She turns toward me, holding out a small bag. I peek inside seeing a small box. You’d be surprised how many times merchants try to change what you bought because they know you don’t check. I take it out, opening it, making sure my earrings are in there. They’re also known for giving you empty packages. It’s easier for those who sell smaller items, like jewelry. I learned my lesson a long time ago. So, I double check everything before I leave. There is a strangled coughing noise coming from beside me. I turn and see Stolas trying not to laugh at me.

  “What?”

  He clears his throat then mutters, “Nothing.” It’s then that I realize that he watched me steal. I can’t help the bubble of laughter that comes from me. The irony isn’t lost on me. I just stole from the woman, but here I go checking to make sure I wasn’t swindled.

  “Come on. Let’s go before she notices,” I whisper, grabbing his hand and dragging him away. “Is there anything else that we need while we’re here?”

  “No, but how about we get dinner and have a few drinks. I heard that the fae bar here is excellent.”

  “Of course, you heard that. Is there any other bar around here?”

  “Nope,” he laughs. I roll my eyes.

  “Let’s see what they got.”

  The bar is loud and boisterous. Everyone is having a good time, and I smile. There’s an empty table near the back. I tug on Stolas’ arm, pointing to it. He nods, taking point, making his way through the crowd with a firm grip on my hand. We’re about halfway to the table when I hear someone yell at me.

  “Pinky, is that you?”

  I turn toward the sound, and see Hugh and Daemon sitting at a table near where we’re headed.

  “Hugh, Daemon.” I walk over to the table, Stolas right behind me. “How have you guys been? Have the night off I see.”

  “Have a seat. These men of yours been treating you right? Because if not,” Daemon cracks his knuckles, “I’ll be more than glad to hurt them for you.”

  I laugh. Oh how I’ve missed them. Stolas and I take the empty seats. I sit across from Daemon, Stolas from Hugh. “No need to hurt them.” I glance at Stolas. “Yet. But if I ever need it, I’ll let you know.”

  “You be sure to do that, Pinky.”

  “Hey Red, my friend here needs a drink,” Hugh shouts. A waitress makes her way over. If Red is her nickname, I see why. She’s gorgeous. Long, curly red hair, big, brown eyes, and porcelain skin.

  “I love your outfit,” I tell her. She has on tight, black, leather pants, a matching leather vest, bright red lipstick, and lace wedge heels.

  “Thank you,” her voice is sweet and sugary. I bet she makes a killing with tips. “Where did you get your corset?”

  “At the market in the magic realm.”

  “I’ll have to get one if I ever make it there. Now, what can I get ya?”

  “You got burgers and fries here?”

  “Yup. We carry a little bit of everything on the menu. You want everything on it?”

  “Yea, add bacon and extra pickles. Season the fries too. I’ll take a Jameson on ice.” I’ll put that right in. She turns to walk away, damn her ass. I’m not ashamed. That girl is fine.

  “Hey, what about me?” Stolas exclaims. Red turns around, glancing at Stolas.

  “Sorry, didn’t see you there.”

  She cocks out her hip, clearly not amused by him. She looks at me and winks. I laugh. Hugh and Daemon join me. Stolas gives her his order, and she leaves. A few minutes later she returns with mine and Stolas’ drinks, plus another round for Hugh and Daemon.

  “How are you liking the Winter Court?”

  “It’s beautiful here. A little cold, but it’s been alright.”

  “You going to the ball tomorrow night?” Daemon ask.

  “Yeah. I’m actually really excited about it. I get to see my mates all dressed up. You guys going to be there? I’ll save a dance for you.”

  “Ah, wish we could Pinky, but we’re working. But if we get a break, I’ll take you up on that dance. I’ll show you how we fae do it,” Hugh responds.

  “Oh, you guys do it different than the rest of us?” I laugh.

  “You know it,” he says with a wink.

  Stolas clears his throat. “Could you not flirt with my girl while I’m right here,” he growls.

  “Oh, is the little hellhound getting mad,” Hugh teases.

  Stolas’ eyes flash red, and smoke plumes from his nose. He’s getting angry. I need to defuse the situation. I place a hand on his arm, squeezing it. He looks at me.

  “We’ll stop. It’s okay Stolas. We don’t mean anything by it.” He takes a few deep breaths. His eyes stop flashing, settling on his normal silver ones.

  “I know,” he says, his voice a little gruff. “I’m trying, but my hellhound wants to claim you. We haven’t made you ours yet.”

  “You will. I’m not going anywhere.” He nods, leaning down, placing his nose in the crook of my neck, inhaling deeply.

  “Mine.”

  “Yours.”

  Stolas

  My hellhound has been restless since Verkor and I came back from visiting with King Kellan. We smelled sex in the air and knew Obsidian and Finley bonded, taking their relationship to the next level. My hellhound wants the same. My reasons for bringing her out here and away from the others aren’t exactly altruistic. My hellhound was pushing for it, and I gave in. I’d never force her to do anything that she didn’t want to. I just wanted some alone time with her. Verkor and Obsidian had theirs. I did the one thing that I know both of them would never do. I got her out of the castle, taking her out to have some fun. It’s worth it, seeing Finley laughing with some rough and rowdy fae in a bar, I just shake my head. She’s in her element. The only time I’ve seen her look so happy and carefree is when she plays her violin. Finley turns at that moment. Her eyes are bright, and there is a huge grin spread across her face.

  I cup her face, leaning in close to her. Her hands go around my wrist. Her eyes move rapidly back and forth between mine, and I can’t wait another second. I crush my lips to hers, kissing the shit out of her. I put everything I have into that kiss. I want her to know exactly how I feel about her. In the short amount of time we’ve been together, I’ve fallen so hard and so deep for her. And I can only hope that she feels the sam
e way. It’s only when the need to breathe becomes too much that I pull back. Both of us are breathing heavy.

  “Not that I’m complaining, but what was that for?” Finley ask between breaths.

  “Just because I could.” I peck her cheek. She smiles. “Will you dance with me?”

  I scoot back my chair, holding out my hand. She gently places hers in mine, scooting her chair. I lead her out onto the dance floor. The song is upbeat but I still pull her close. Her body is flush with mine. My hands go to the middle of her back, guiding her into a dip and back up. I put one of my legs between hers. We start to rock from side to side. Slowly, our moves start to turn more sensual. She’s rolling her hips to the rhythm, and I match her movements. It should be a sin the way she moves her body. I shouldn’t be surprised since I saw the way she danced that first night I met her. But, it’s entirely different having her move against my body. I imagine what it would be like to have her move against me like this but naked.

  I lean down, placing my mouth next to her ear. “Will, you go somewhere with me?” I feel her nod. I pull away, grabbing her hand, leading her down a hallway.

  Most bars, no matter what realm they’re in, have rooms in the back where they hold private parties. Some places have those rooms down a hallway. Others have them upstairs. This bar doesn’t have an upper floor, so that only leaves the hallway. The first two doors are the restrooms. There are five more past that. One would be the office, and the rest are the private rooms. I try the knob on the first door finding it locked, but the second door I try, opens. I push open the door, dragging Finley inside. I quickly close and lock it, before pushing her up against it.

  “Stolas.” My name barely a whisper across her lips.

  I grip her waist, lifting her. Her legs automatically wrap around me. Finley’s skirt bunches up, exposing her thighs.

  “I just want a few minutes alone with you. No crowds, no friends, no fae, no Obsidian and Verkor.”

  Claim her, mark her, make her ours. My hellhound screams in my head. He’s pacing back and forth. What are you waiting for? Do it. I can’t. She has to want this too. I will not force her. Just hold on a little longer. I promise she will be ours.

  I kiss her. She gasps, giving me the opening that I need. I plunge my tongue into her mouth. Tasting her, breathing her in. She’s everything I never knew I needed. I want more of her, so much more. I want everything. I make sure I have a good hold on her, before moving her away from the door. I pull back, carrying her over to the lounge chaise on the left side of the room. I bend down, placing her on it, before taking a few steps away from her. I go back over to the door, pacing, trying to calm my hellhound before we do something that we’ll regret. I’ll never do anything to harm her. I hear Finley coming closer.

  “Please, stop. I need a minute.”

  “What’s going on? Talk to me.”

  I shake my head. “I just need to calm my hellhound down.”

  “Why?”

  “Because he wants you, he wants to claim you, to mate with you.”

  “Who said I didn’t want that?”

  My head snaps in her direction. “You can’t tell me that.” My voice coming out harsher than I intended.

  “Why?” she walks closer.

  “If I do this, there will be no turning back. You’ll be mine.”

  “Again, who says I don’t want that?”

  “Fin,” I growl. I stalk the rest of the distant between us. “Are you sure?”

  She gives me an impish smile. “Absolutely.”

  I growl, pulling her close, lifting her enough to walk us back to the chaise. Placing her on her feet, I turn her, untying the ribbon at the bottom of her corset, watching as the corset falls to the floor. There’s a loud thump. I look to see what made the sound, and notice the top of four daggers sticking out the slits in the corset, and a small box. I forgot about the cufflinks she stuffed down her corset. We probably should have left them in the carriage with the earrings. In this moment, I really don’t care. I lift my gaze from the floor to Finley. She’s glancing at me over her shoulder. I smile and shake my head.

  “That’s four weapons so far.” She winks and smirks at me.

  “Take your skirt off.”

  Her thumbs go to the waistband of her skirt. Slowly she pulls it down, bending at her waist, presenting herself to me. I growl. It takes everything I have not to take her right then and there. Finley stands before me in nothing but her boots, lacey panties, lace gloves, and dagger strapped to her thigh.

  “Five weapons.” I step forward, wrapping my arms around her. “You look amazing. So much more than I dreamed.” I use my fingers to trail a path from the top of her breast to the hem of her panties. “It seems that you’re still a little overdressed.” My nails lengthen and I use them to rip the black lace from her body. “Can I touch you, love?”

  “Yes.”

  I trail my fingers of her mound, stopping at her entrance. She’s already wet and ready for me. I push my finger inside, pumping a few times. I add a second and Finley moans. My palm is pressed against her clit. I move it in small circles, and Finley bucks her hips. I rub my hard cock against her ass.

  “Do you want more, love?”

  “Yes, please. I want you.”

  “Lie on your side on the lounge.”

  See the nice thing about this lounge chaise is that it’s made for sex. The back legs are longer than the front and it’s curved. The back curves down and back up at the feet. When you fuck on it, it cradles your bodies, making certain positions easier. Like the one I’m about to put Finley in.

  She does what I ask, and I take the opportunity to remove the rest of my clothing. I stand before her completely naked. I know she likes what she sees. Her pupils dilate, her breathing increases, and she licks her lips. Oh, I’m going to give her something to lick. I walk over to the lounge. Her mouth is just the right height. No words are spoken, but she knows what I want. Finley licks me from root to tip, before enclosing her warm mouth around my cock. My hands go to the back of her head, just resting there. My eyes are glued to watching my cock disappear into her mouth. I’m hypnotized by the bobbing of her head. Her hands go to my ass, digging in, pulling me closer. I groan, letting my head fall back, reveling in the feel of her mouth. Finley hums around me, and I almost lose my seed.

  “Stop.”

  She gives me one more good suck, before letting go of my cock. I move and straddle the chaise. I turn Finley a little more on her side. Lifting her leg, I put it on my shoulder. I eye the dagger still strapped to her thigh, but decide to leave it on. She looks as sexy with the weapon still on her. I scoot forward, lining my cock with her opening. I search her eyes, seeing desire and what I hope is love, shining in them. I surge forward, and we both shiver.

  “So warm, so wet, so tight.” I start to pump, pulling back, before pushing back into her. I run my hands up her leg, to the dip in her side, to her breast. I cup it, squeezing it gently, pinching her nipple.

  “More Stolas,” she moans. I move faster, using my feet on the floor as leverage. “Yes.”

  I lean down, capturing her lips with mine. My movements become more frantic, and I feel my canines lengthen. I grip Finley’s hair, tugging her back, exposing her neck to me. I lick at the pulse point, before sinking my teeth in. Finley screams her release, and I feel her pussy fluttering around me. The sensation of everything is too much and I follow right after her. The force of my climax is unlike anything I’ve ever felt before. The only sound in the room is our labored breathing. Finley gets her wits about her faster than I do.

  “Holy shit. We need one of these chairs.”

  All I do is nod, because I can’t talk yet. I move back, pulling my cock from her body even though I don’t want to. I wait a few more minutes before moving off the lounge. I hold out my hand to Finley, helping her up. My eyes move over every inch of her body, taking in every curve. My cock twitches, ready to go another round.

  “I would love nothing more than to take you a
gain, right here, right now, but it’s getting late, and I know Obsidian and Verkor have to be wondering where we are, if they’re not already out looking for us.”

  “You didn’t tell them that we were leaving?”

  “I did. I just didn’t say where exactly.” I smirk at her before bending down and gathering my clothes. She smiles, shaking her head. She gathers her clothes and the cufflinks. We’re silent as we redress. I hear her sigh. I look at her, seeing if something is wrong. She’s dressed, staring at her ripped, lace panties. “What’s wrong?”

  “Oh, nothing, but you guys are hell on a girl’s underwear.” She dangles the lace from her finger. “This is the second pair, in two days that one of you have ruined.”

  I laugh. “We can always get you more, but I think I’d prefer you without them.” Finley rolls her eyes at me, before walking over and shoving the lace in my pants pocket.

  “We’ll see.” She moves toward the door, but I stop her by placing a hand on her arm. She looks at me. I release her.

  “How’s your neck? I didn’t hurt you did I?” Her hands go to the area where I bit her.

  “It’s a little sore, but other than that I’m fine. It didn’t hurt when you did it either. It actually heightened my orgasm.” I nod, breathing out a sigh.

  “That’s what it’s supposed to do, but it will leave a scar.” She shrugs her shoulders.

  “That’s okay. Everyone hopes to find their mate. I found mine. Why do you think I didn’t fight too hard when you guys first told me?”

  I open mouth my to answer, but there’s a pounding on the door. “Open this door. I know you guys are in there. I can smell Finley.”

  Both Finley and I burst out laughing. “I guess we took too long,” I say.

  “Finley,” Obsidian bellows through the door.

  “We better go face the music,” she says smirking. “I’ll deal with him. Maybe I can calm him down, so he won’t kill you,” she chuckles.