Faerykin

by Gia Blue

  I shoved my iPhone back into my purse and went through my shopping list. Roast pork tenderloin with rosemary and garlic for dinner tonight. Mashed potatoes with turnip. Sautéed green beans with almond flakes. And a pound of gummy bear candy I’m so fond of. Jaime gave me spending money and didn’t allow me to get a job. He said it would be illegal on account I was practically a Jane Doe and didn’t have a social security number. I suspected he just wanted to keep me out of the public view until my amnesia case was sorted out. He thought with my appearance everyone would want to take advantage of me. It was actually quite the opposite. I only needed to unshield my charm and any person within my sight would bow before me and do whatever I asked them to do. But I never did that. It would make my life easier, but Prince Valerian and his hunters would be able to spot me in an instant. Graeme had cast a spell that masked me from Valerian’s reach. I couldn’t use my magic, except to hide my wings because of that.

  My phone rang again when I stood in the checkout line. It was Jaime.

  “Where are you?” His voice was urgent.

  What? No hello? “In Strack. I’m shopping.”

  “Don’t go anywhere. Wait for me in the parking lot. Be there in ten minutes.” He hung up.

  I was bewildered. What was going on? I paid for my groceries and waited for him as he told me to. A red sedan lurched from the street and stopped at the curb. The door opened.

  “In,” Jaime ordered.

  I didn’t have the opportunity to put the stuff in the trunk. Luckily, I only had one bag of groceries. Since I don’t drive anymore, I liked to do my shopping every day. Jaime’s house was only four blocks away from the store. I got into the car and set the bag on the floor. Jaime didn’t wait for me to buckle my seatbelt when he hit the gas. Suddenly, I was plagued with an icky feeling.

  When we hit the main road Jaime asked me if I were okay.

  “Of course, I am,” I said. “Something wrong?”

  It took him a few seconds to answer. “I don’t know, Aine. A weird thing happened in the station.”

  My nape pricked. “What weird thing?”

  “Some men were looking for you. Dressed up and carrying swords like those Lord of the Ring movies. Came out of nowhere. Gone like smoke. We thought we were all having hallucinations until we reviewed our security tape. They were real. They were…something. But we couldn’t explain what was going on.” Jaime stole a glance at me. “Aine. Do you know something about this?”

  I felt numb.

  Valerian and his dogs.

  They had caught my trail again. I eluded them in Boston right after I buried Graeme. I’d been constantly on the move until Jaime arrested me for stealing his car. I should have left Hammond. Left Jaime. But I couldn’t. I was in love with him.

  “Aine?”

  I startled. “I don’t know who they are,” I lied. I still couldn’t bring out the truth. “But they’ve been hounding me since I woke up in that hotel room.” I told Jaime that one day I found myself without memory in a crummy motel in Pasadena. No IDs. No clothes. No money. I had to steal some garments from the worker and do whatever I could to survive and try to remember who I was.

  “Are they trying to hurt you?”

  “They brought swords, didn’t they? I never stick around long enough to find out if they intend to use those blades on me or not.”

  Jaime went silent.

  I felt like a dick, lying to him about the true me. He helped me and gave me everything I needed, and how did I repay his kindness? With more lies…

  “How come you didn’t tell me this before?”

  I turned to him. “I don’t want you to think I was crazy. I woke up without a memory and a bunch of people in costumes chasing me around.”

  “Do you know who they are?”

  “I have no clue.”

  “One of them called you Princess Aine. Do you know anything about that?”

  I snorted. “Do I look like a princess to you? I was homeless until I met you.”

  “Aine.” Jaime reached across and gave my hand a reassuring squeeze. “You’ve been through a lot, I can tell. All I want to do is help you, to keep you safe. We’ll figure out this thing together.”

  I went silent. It would be best if I ditched Jamie and ran somewhere. I would put his life in danger if he stayed with me. Prince Valerian’s hunters were fierce fighters. Only a warrior like Graeme could stall and kill them. When he and the hunters fought, I ran as far as I could, hid in a new place, new town. He would find me through the bond spell he had on me once he erased our tracks. Then the endless cycle of running continued.

  But now I was tired of running. I wanted to settle down. Be Jaime’s wife. I wasn’t asking for much. Those were life’s simple wishes. Were they too much to ask for?

  “Aine.”

  He must have seen the dreaded look on my face.

  “Don’t worry. We’ll get through this together. I won’t let anybody or anything harm you.”

  I wanted to believe everything could be that simple. Graeme had promised me the same thing. He’d been a formidable warrior. But he lost his battle, anyway.

  “Trust me, Aine. I’ll keep you safe.”

  I gulped hard and forced a smile. “Where are we going?”

  “I have an aunt who owns a restaurant in Sioux Falls. You should stay with her until I can figure this whole thing out.”

  “I have raw meat in the grocery bag.”

  “We’ll just toss those when we refuel. Gas is kinda low.”

  “Such a waste of perfectly good meat. We can give this to somebody.”

  “Sure, but people will think you’re weird. And I doubt they’ll cook and eat it. Meat isn’t Halloween candy.”

  “That makes sense.” We didn’t have big corporations who produced food on a massive scale in the faery realm. If you wanted meat, you either hunted or raised cattle. Thus, receiving meat as a gift was more appreciated than candies. Sometimes humans didn’t make sense.

  An hour later, Jaime made a stop in a gas station to refuel. That was when he found out he had an engine problem. No wonder the car had stuttered for the last dozen miles. We couldn’t go farther with it in that condition. Jaime decided to check-in to a motel, then drive the car to a nearby auto repairs shop. When he returned to our room, he said it would be ready in the afternoon.

  We had Wendy’s for dinner and went to Walgreens to pick up some essentials. A change of shirts, undies, toothbrush and toothpaste, along with a few other things. He told me to rest while he made some phone calls.

  I took a long, hot shower to clear my head. Would living with his aunt work for me, or should I ditch Jaime for his own sake? I didn’t want to be apart from him.

  We hadn’t even been intimate yet.

  Screw this. I didn’t want to think about what would happen tomorrow. Jaime’s gun wouldn’t do much damage to Valerian’s hunters, unless Jaime used silver bullets. They were weres, true creatures of the night. Thinking about the past that kept coming and hounding me made me irritated. I wanted to forget them all. Tonight I would savor every moment I had with Jaime.

  Tonight I would make him mine.

  I went to Jaime only in a towel. He sat on the edge of the bed, talking with someone on the phone. He disconnected when he saw me. He scowled. I was sure it was intended to scare me off. Tough luck. I knew he wanted me. And I wanted him too. Badly. There was no turning back. I intended to lose my virginity tonight.

  “Put some clothes on,” he chastised. “The new ones I bought you are in the white plastic bags.”

  “No,” I said petulantly. I took his cell phone and tossed it under the bed.

  “Aine…”

  I didn’t give him a chance to reject me. I cupped his face and kissed him hungrily. His objection evaporated midway. “Do you think I’m pretty?”

  He blinked. “Very.” His voice was huskier than usual. “You’re so pretty it’s unreal.”

  I smiled. “Do you want me?”

  Jaime flooded me wi
th his intense gaze. “I do, but…”

  “No buts.” I put a finger on his lips. “You know what your problem is? You think too much. Let me show you how much I want you.” I kissed him again before he could utter a single word. I wanted and needed him as badly as I needed my next breath. His lips felt warm. Inviting. Jaime groaned and returned my kiss with the same heat. His tongue slid in. He tasted me. I tasted him. Cinnamon. Spicy. I couldn’t get enough of him. We mauled each other. My nipples hardened. My pussy ached. I moistened.

  Yes, I was wanton. Needy.

  I broke the kiss. Jaime drew a sharp inhalation, it seemed as if he still wanted to kiss me. While he was transfixed on me, I slowly pulled down the towel and let it drop to my ankles. I saw this type of seduction in one vintage porn clip from the internet. The technique worked. Jaime’s jaw went slack while his gaze feasted on my nakedness. I was sure his brain waged war with his groin right now. I settled on his lap with the grace of a cat and wrapped my arms around his neck. “Jaime,” I whispered breathlessly. “Kiss me.”

  He instinctively slipped a hand on the back of my head and drew me closer. His other arm circled my waist. He kissed me. Greedily. His tongue plunged into my mouth, claiming what I had to offer. I moaned and ground my sex against his groin. He seemed to lose it.

  Jaime groped me. One hand on my ass. The other was on my breast. Morsels of delight burst under my skin. I loved the sensation, the way he fondled me. The way his rough, manly hand swept across my feverish skin. He found my nipple. He pinched, tugged and rolled it between his thumb and forefinger. I flinched. A sharp pang of pleasure shot straight to my sex.

  “God, Aine,” Jaime whispered between the kisses. “You’re unbelievable.”

  I was sure he meant it as compliment. Maybe he liked my kiss. Or the way my skin felt. I didn’t do anything that naughty to earn chastisement. If I were left to my own devices, I’d like to try something kinkier. Like a spank. Or two. Or his handcuffs. Hmm. I bet Jaime never used his on his bedmate. Would he freak out if I suggested that?

  I purred. I brushed my lips against his, then traced the outline of his lower one with the tip of my tongue. I nibbled. He did it back. I giggled. He groaned and squeezed my breast.

  “Oh, Jaime.” My body shuddered in ecstasy. “Harder…”

  He did it again. A heartbeat later, I found my back hitting the mattress and Jaime on top of me. Ooh, even better. I pulled his collar and crushed my lips on his. For a moment, I saw a flash of hesitation in his eyes. I wouldn’t give him the chance. I pushed my tongue into his mouth and kissed him ravenously. He returned my kiss just as hot. I fisted his hair and clawed his scalp. Jaime licked the side of my jaw and down to the hollow of my throat. He kneaded my breasts and took one aching bud into his mouth. I threw my head back and bared my throat. A deep, drawing ecstasy simmered straight to my sex, causing my pussy to clench and turn wet.

  So this was how it felt.

  I’d seen it. Heard it. And now I experienced it. I loved it. Oh my stars, I fucking loved it. Especially when he trapped my nipple between his tongue and the roof of his mouth, and the tip teased the peak of my hardened bud. I burned up from the inside out. He released it and sucked the unmolested one. My spine liquefied. All I felt was his hot mouth and the searing pleasure that paralyzed every fiber of my being. I mumbled incoherently.

  Jaime released me. He kissed my belly. His hands rubbed my thighs. His gaze slid to the juncture of my legs. He seemed fascinated on seeing my pubis.

  “You’re a real blonde,” he remarked.

  Of course I am. Most faerykin had blue eyes and blond hair. We were naturally pretty beings. I spread my thighs wide. “Touch me,” I pleaded shamelessly. I’d been waiting for this moment for so long, since I had reached puberty and became aware of my sexuality.

  Jaime groaned. He stroked my curls and parted my sex lips. He slowly rubbed my wet seam. Some sexual moisture seeped from my entrance. He noticed it, and murmured, “Jesus, Aine.” He circled it before pushing a finger inside me.

  My turn to groan. My pussy clenched around his digit. This also felt way better than I had thought. I had pleasured myself on many occasions, but I always kept my hymen untouched. I had dreamed of it. Imagined it. The day my chosen man would grant me this ultimate pleasure. It felt so intimate, thrilling, being touched like this. My pussy spasmed around his finger as he slicked me with my abundant juices. When he rubbed his thumb on my clitoris and stimulated me in tandem, I gasped like a fish out of water.

  Heaven and stars. The pleasure was damnably nerve-wracking.

  Jaime slid in a second finger, and I was so full. I felt a pinch of pain as he stretched me open. Maybe he tore my hymen, I didn’t know. But the ecstasy overcame the hurt quickly, leaving me wetter and wanting more. He stroked me with short, rapid thrusts, and soon, I was drowned in the abyss of pleasure so deep I forgot my name for a second. He finger fucked me faster and faster. When he curved the digits up and rubbed that one special spot I had heard so much about, the pleasure hit me a thousandfold to the edge and beyond.

  I came so hard, fireworks exploded before my eyes.

  The exquisite ecstasy consumed me whole. My body quivered.

  Jaime pulled out his fingers and licked them. “Damn, Aine. You taste even better than you look.”

  Jaime lowered his head and flicked his tongue on the hood of my sheath. I had to scream. High octane ecstasy surged through me. He licked and sucked as if he tried to get nectar from a forbidden fruit. His lips swept my vulva and his tongue teased across the seam and into my channel. His fingers were fantastic, but his tongue…

  My stars.

  There were no words to describe it. Only maddening pleasure that thickened as he licked me deeper and deeper…

  A second climax ambushed me. Waves of pure ecstasy rippled through me. I shouted. I cried. I was out of my mind, my body nothing but a mass of quivering flesh. When I was able to collect myself, I saw Jaime watched me. Pride was painted on his face. He kept stroking my curls. “Did I do good, sweetheart?”

  I giggled. It was more than good. That was fucktastic.

  “Do you want to come again?”

  “Yes. Umm. No. I want to see you first.” I hoisted myself to a sitting position, reaching for his erection. Least I thought he had one. The bulge at his groin was unmistakable.

  Jaime snatched my hand and kissed it. “How about we focus on your pleasure?”

  That ticked me off. “You got something to hide, Jaime? Are you a post-op?”

  He cursed. “If I let you see me, I might not be able to control myself.”

  “Well, that’s the point.”

  “I don’t have any condoms.”

  Right. Humans were always fussy with protection and stuff. Faerykin weren’t. We didn’t share human illnesses, and procreation with them seldom resulted in pregnancy. Half-bloods were a rarity and coveted among faerykin. I licked my lips. “We’ll take it out before you come.”

  He laughed. “It’s still not safe.”

  I curled my arm around his neck and kissed him on the mouth. There was no way I was letting him chicken out this time. He kissed me back. He tasted of me. Oddly, I liked it very much. I ground my hips against him, letting him know how much I wanted him. “I want to have your baby, Jaime. I think we’ll make pretty children.”

  His eyes widened.

  I groped his erection while continuing to kiss him. His cock jerked inside his thick jeans. I slipped my hand under his belt and down straight to my prize. Jaime sputtered when I grabbed his shaft. Goodness. He was bigger than I thought and hard as a rock. His virile male flesh felt hot and throbbing in my hand. I squeezed him. Jaime choked.

  “Aine…”

  “I want you. Don’t you want me too?”

  He made some gurgling noise in his throat that sounded like “yes”. Or chess. Mess?

  “Well?” With my free hand, I unbuckled his belt and unzipped his fly. Before he could utter a word, I shoved down his briefs and freed his bea
st from its containment. I looked down. His cock looked as gorgeous as the rest of him. His crown was as big as a ripe plum. The slit leaked a droplet of pre-cum. When I brushed my thumb over his opening, his body shuddered madly.

  While I was still hitting all the high points, I went down and gave his tip a lick. Two. A suck.

  Jaime panted. “Jesus, Aine.”

  Silly human. Sometimes I didn’t understand this fascination of calling Jesus’ name in critical moments. I mean, what was Jesus going to do? I restrained my giggle as I lapped on his droplets of pre-cum. So this was how a man tasted. Salty. Like tears, only creamier. I liked it. I choked his shaft and enveloped his cockhead with my mouth. Jaime let out a string of incoherent mumbles when I sucked him as if my life depended on it. Whatever hesitance he had earlier, it seemed to evaporate like ice under a hot sun.

  Jaime seized my arms and suddenly I found myself under him again. He kissed me open-mouthed. “Naughty girl,” he whispered. His voice was dark, dripping with lust. “What am I going to do with you?”

  “You can fuck me,” I suggested.

  “It’s not wise to tempt me, Aine.”

  “You?” I stuck my tongue out. “But you’re a kitty cat.”

  Jaime growled. He kicked his shoes off and shoved down the rest of his jeans and briefs. He shook them off his ankles.

  Oh, goody. Finally.

  He pushed my legs wider and positioned himself on me. His cock pressed against my pussy. His crown nudged my opening. Jaime braced with one elbow next to my head. “I…I just don’t want to hurt you. You’re so tiny and delicate…”

  And slutty, I added in my head. I think I can handle this big man. I wrapped my arms around his neck. “Take me. I want you. So fucking bad.”