Their Fairy Princess (Office Intrigue Book 7)

by Nicole Edwards

  “I’ll stay, Sir.”

  My breath raced out, my lungs instantly filled. I was breathing harder than I should’ve been, anticipation overwhelming my system.

  And then there was movement.

  No words as Isaac leaned over, his lips grazing my knee, sliding down the inside of my thigh. He licked and kissed, tormenting me until I was practically begging. Heaven’s hands were squeezing mine, soft moans escaping her. I wanted to see, but I couldn’t. Not only because they weren’t in my line of sight but also because I was blinded by the pleasure.

  And when Isaac’s tongue slid through my slit, I cried out, my back bowing off the table.

  His warm hands settled on my hips, holding me in place as he feasted on me, flicking my clit, tonguing my pussy, driving me closer and closer to the edge before he slowed, bringing me back down.

  Then Ian was between my legs, doing the same thing, his skillful tongue making me cry out, beg, plead.

  It was the first time he’d given me any real attention since I arrived at their house and I couldn’t help it, I nearly cried from the intensity. I’d wanted this for so long, wishing for something but not sure what. And here he was. Had it not been for Heaven holding my hands, I would’ve reached for his head, run my fingers through his soft hair, held him to me.

  “Oh, God,” Heaven hissed. “Please don’t stop. Isaac … please!”

  The thought of Isaac’s tongue on Heaven’s pussy had my insides quivering. I thought for a moment I would come, but Ian stopped just shy of sending me over. They certainly knew what they were doing.

  I was panting, tears streaming out of my eyes, though I wasn’t going to look too deep into why they were there. I was blaming it on the exquisite torture, the slow burn they were forcing me to endure.

  “Please,” I whimpered. “I need to come.”

  More movement, and then warm hands settled on my thighs, sliding lower. I watched as Dante’s blond head shifted lower, his mouth trailing kisses over my skin.

  “Dante … please…”

  “Tell him, little fairy,” Isaac urged, leaning over from the side of the table and pressing his lips to mine. “Tell him what you need.”

  “Dante, lick me…” I moaned when he trailed his tongue just shy of where I needed him.

  He chuckled and I groaned.

  And then I was completely lost. Dante’s mouth was divine, his tongue doing wicked things, licking, suckling. He flicked my clit ruthlessly and I crested, my entire being soaring as the most exquisite orgasm of my life pummeled me.

  Dante kissed the inside of my thigh before disappearing from view. Isaac helped me to my feet, but spun me around, allowing me to watch as Ian finished with Heaven, his head between her legs, his mouth feasting on her pussy as she writhed and moaned, Dante watching from the sidelines.

  “You want him to make her come?” Isaac whispered.

  I nodded, raptly watching as Ian worked his tongue over her pussy. There was a strange flicker inside me, something close to jealousy. I suddenly wished that was me, that Ian’s head was between my legs, his full attention on making me come.

  Heaven cried out Ian’s name, her back bowed, muscles tightening. She was beautiful like that, in the throes of orgasm.

  Ian helped Heaven to her feet, held her close. She was boneless, more so than I was.

  “May I thank him, my Liege?” I asked, tilting my head back to look up at Isaac.

  “Of course.”

  I walked over to Dante, went up on my toes, and pressed my lips to his. I could taste myself on his tongue as he kissed me back. I wrapped my arms around him, almost desperate to get closer. He was the one who held me back, his hands firmly on my hips.

  “You’re so sweet,” he whispered, nuzzling my neck. “My sweet girl.”

  When he pulled away, I let him go. He glanced at Isaac, who nodded.

  I stared after him when he darted out of the room, and I couldn’t help but wonder whether that had just changed everything.

  And not in the way I’d been hoping for.

  ELEVEN

  IAN

  Wednesday, May 29, 2019

  “He’s in the wind,” I muttered, unable to keep the blistering frustration from my words.

  It was ten o’clock and I’d been watching the feed from Inferno for the past three hours, waiting to see Roger Cherlish, or whatever the fuck his name was, appear.

  As it was, we hadn’t caught a trail of him since Sunday, when he went by Dante’s house twice.

  “Maybe he’s lying low until the heat dies down,” Isaac said, his face buried in his own laptop screen.

  “What heat? He attacked a woman, and no one knows about it.”

  “He doesn’t know that.”

  He probably did, but I didn’t need to tell Isaac that. For most of the day, we’d been calling in favors, trying to figure out who this asshole was. I’d talked to Dante for a few minutes, tried to find out if he knew the guy by another name. When I brought him up, Dante seemed to shrink in on himself, which only pissed me off more.

  Not at Dante. Never at him.

  At this bastard who had hurt him.

  I still didn’t know the lengths to which he’d gone. I had managed to hack into Inferno’s feed but had yet to locate their archived records. While Dichotomy respected the rights and privacy of its members, I’d already realized Inferno didn’t operate with the same code of conduct.

  “They can’t keep calling in to work,” I told Isaac.

  He leaned back in his chair, sighed. “I know.”

  “How do we handle that? There’s three of them, only two of us.”

  “Yeah.” He leaned his head back, closed his eyes. “Everly works mornings, Heaven works morning and afternoon, Dante afternoon and evening.”

  “They overlap.” Not that I thought we could sit around on our asses at their places of business. I doubted their employers would be keen on the idea. Not to mention, Isaac and I had jobs of our own and we’d asked for extended time off for a reason. Made more sense to solve the problem than babysit.

  “I’m going to suggest Everly quit her job,” Isaac stated, his eyes still closed.

  I turned in my chair, facing him. “What? Seriously?”

  “I want her here. With me.”

  “She’s not Rapunzel, Isaac. You can’t lock her away in the castle.”

  His head snapped up. “That’s not what I’m doing.”

  “Are you sure about that?”

  “Yes.” He got to his feet.

  Before he could fly past me, I grabbed his arm. “Let’s talk this out.”

  He paused but turned back, flopped in his chair. He was hardheaded at times, stubborn always. And unlike me, Isaac didn’t like to open up. He certainly wasn’t fond of my constant interrogation. But this was serious.

  I could see where he was coming from. Mostly. However, we’d never had a submissive we’d taken on full-time, much less a … what did we call Everly, anyway? Girlfriend? That seemed too vanilla. And yet, it suited the situation.

  “I know we don’t need her income,” I said, keeping my voice low, reasonable. “But that’s not the point. This is moving fast, Isaac. Even you can see that.”

  “Six months, Ian. I’ve been holding back for six months with her.”

  “I know.”

  I had been, too. Ever since the first night we scened with her at Dichotomy, we’d both been holding out. Me more than him, but that was due to my caution. I wasn’t sure Isaac was prepared to know the depths of what I felt for the woman. We’d always intended to find a submissive of our own and I’d ruined that, falling for the same one my brother had.

  “I’m ready for this,” Isaac said, not looking me in the eye. “I want this. Her.” He sighed, then spoke in our native tongue “I’m falling for her. Fast.”

  Yep, that was what I was afraid of. He loved her even if he opted to say it in a different way.

  And if I was being completely honest, I loved her, too.

  “Does
she feel the same?”

  He shrugged.

  “Have you told her?”

  “Not in so many words, no.”

  “Don’t you think this is a discussion you should have with her? Maybe before you waltz up there and ask her to quit her job and be a stay home submissive?”

  My phone buzzed, Isaac’s two seconds behind it. I grabbed mine off the desk. It was an alert. One of the motion-sensor cameras at Dante’s house had been activated.

  My fingers flew over the keyboard as I pulled up the image on my laptop.

  “Who is this jackoff?” I muttered, watching as a guy walked into Dante’s like he owned the place.

  “Not Roger Cherlish,” Isaac noted, leaning over my shoulder to watch the screen.

  “No. Not him.”

  We watched as the familiar frat-boy moved through the house. I’d seen him somewhere, but I couldn’t place him.

  He went to the kitchen first, then down the hall.

  “That’s Heaven’s room,” I told him. I’d gone in there yesterday to grab a few of her things that she’d asked me to get.

  The camera was only in the hall, so I couldn’t see what he was doing in the bedroom. Since I hadn’t expected anyone to be rummaging through her things, I hadn’t bothered to wire her room. Only Dante’s. In the hopes I’d catch the bastard coming back.

  “Maybe the ex-boyfriend,” Isaac mused.

  “Aye.” That was exactly who it was. The fucker who didn’t deserve Heaven.

  “He must have a key to the house.”

  I continued to watch the screen, waiting for the douchebag to come out of her room. A minute turned to two, then to thirty before worry started to set in.

  “Keep an eye on that,” I instructed my brother. “I need to talk to Heaven.”

  I took the stairs two at a time, stomping through the kitchen, the living room, then down the hall to the bedrooms. I found Heaven sitting on her bed, her laptop in front of her. She looked up, smiled.

  “I was just watching a movie.”

  I skipped the pleasantries and went right for the heart of the matter. “Did you talk to your ex today?”

  Her chin jutted out just slightly. “He … uh … he texted me. Why?”

  “What did he say?”

  She reached over to get her cell phone from the nightstand, typed in the code to unlock the phone, then passed it over to me.

  Danny: Hey, babe. I miss you. Wanted to come see you.

  She hadn’t responded to the message.

  Two hours later, another text came in.

  Danny: Heaven, don’t do this, babe. You know it’s stupid to pretend you don’t love me.

  Again, she had ignored his text.

  Danny: Playing hard to get won’t work this time, babe. I already know you like to put out. Since you haven’t gotten your fill lately, I’m gonna stop by. Show you how much I love you.

  I looked up. “You didn’t text him back.”

  She shrugged. “What exactly do I say to that shit?”

  I grinned. She had a backbone, that was for sure.

  “It’s not like I’m home,” she continued, “so he can go there all day and night for all I care.”

  “He’s there now,” I informed her.

  “What?”

  “Does he have a key?”

  She shook her head, glowered. “No. I never gave him one. Respect for Dante and Everly.”

  “Hey, Ian!”

  I tipped backward to peer out of the room, glanced down the hall to see Isaac jogging toward me. “We’ve got a problem.”

  He held up his phone to show he had transferred the video image to his mobile device.

  “The Sadist just got there.”

  “Shit.” No way could we make it to the house to catch the bastard. I went back in the room. “I need you to call your ex.”

  Heaven did not look happy about that. “Why?”

  I passed her phone back to her. “Call him. Tell him if he’s smart, he’ll get out of there. Fast.”

  She was dialing, probably spurred on by my urgency.

  “I called the police,” Isaac said. “Anonymous. Told them I saw someone suspicious lurking around the house.”

  “Hey, Danny. No. Shut up. Listen to me. Get out of my house. Go. Now. Don’t ask questions, just—”

  Her eyes shot up to me, the phone still to her ear. The color drained from her face.

  “He’s there,” she whispered.

  I reached for the phone, but by the time I got it, the call had disconnected.

  “What’s he going to do?” Heaven asked, her voice trembling as she got to her knees.

  Everly came into the room, her face soft from sleep. “What’s wrong?”

  Isaac pulled her to him, kissed the top of her head. “Nothing. Go back to sleep.”

  Clearly, she wasn’t buying it, especially after she set her sights on the pale and trembling Heaven.

  She slipped past me, crawled up into the bed with Heaven, knelt beside her. “What’s wrong?”

  “Danny … he broke in. Now that … that asshole’s there.”

  Everly’s gaze flew up, locking on me, then Isaac.

  “The police are on the way,” Isaac informed her.

  “Do you think …” Heaven gripped the comforter. “Will he hurt him?”

  Probably. However, I didn’t respond. Couldn’t. I hated the pain and fear etched on her face, didn’t want to add to it.

  “The Sadist’s leaving,” Isaac muttered, his eyes glued to his phone. “Alone.”

  “Foc.” I grabbed my brother’s arm, steered him out of the room. “Come on. Let’s go.”

  Everly

  “I don’t know what just happened,” Heaven whispered, her voice frantic even as I tried to calm her down.

  When Ian and Isaac split, tearing out of there like their asses were on fire, I’d convinced Heaven to join me in the kitchen for a drink.

  It was my thing. RumChata and Fireball had a way of soothing the most frantic of friends.

  “Aren’t you supposed to be force-feeding me warm milk?” she asked, though I could tell her mind was elsewhere.

  I merely smiled. Sweetly. “Same difference. Only this really makes you feel better.”

  As we were sitting at the island, Dante walked in. He didn’t appear as though he’d been asleep. Then again, he never did. The man would disappear into his room for what felt like days, but I never actually saw him sleep. Not unless he was curled up on the sofa with me. When he did that, he was usually out like a light though he rarely admitted it.

  “Why’re you up?” He glanced between us, then went to the cupboard and pulled out another glass. He passed it over to me, and I did the honors of making his nightcap, too. The man was vegan, so he passed on the RumChata and stuck with the Fireball.

  “Danny’s at the house,” Heaven told him. “That Sadist guy … he must’ve seen someone go in. Probably thought it was you. Broke in.”

  I expected to see concern on his face, but there was … nothing. Absolutely nothing. As though he couldn’t care less that the man who was hunting him had broken in.

  “Ian put up cameras,” Dante noted, sipping his drink and grimacing. He walked to the freezer, grabbed a few ice cubes, and dropped them in his glass. He pointed toward me with his glass. “I still don’t understand how you can drink that.”

  “It does the trick.”

  He nodded, grimaced as he took another sip.

  “He only put cameras in the main areas, the hallway, and your room. Danny went to my room,” Heaven rambled.

  “So did Roger?” Dante inquired.

  Okay, there it was. That glimmer of fear I was familiar with. It flashed quickly in his eyes and I had the sudden urge to throw my arms around him. I didn’t know what that asshole had done to Dante, but it had been bad.

  “Yeah. Then Roger left. Danny hasn’t come out.”

  “Are the police there?”

  I nodded. “They called them, anyway.”

  I
felt so useless. And though I wasn’t Danny’s biggest fan, thought he was a world-class dickhead, I didn’t want some crazy bastard to hurt him. The concern on Heaven’s face said she felt the same.

  “I’m sure it’s fine,” Dante said, clearly trying to dismiss the situation, but not quite accomplishing that goal when his eyes wouldn’t make contact with ours. “Probably realized Danny wasn’t me, left.”

  I reached over, touched Dante’s arm. “He knew I wasn’t you.”

  Dante pulled away, his face crumbling as though the reminder ripped him to shreds.

  “I’m so sorry,” he whispered.

  I shot to my feet, threw my arms around him. As I’d hoped he would, he set his glass down, enveloped me in his arms. I wasn’t sure who got more comfort between us, but physical contact never failed to settle us both. I think it was how we’d gotten so close over the years, gravitating toward one another when there was no one else.

  “Why don’t we watch TV,” I suggested as I unlatched the fierce grip I had on him. “I can make popcorn if you’d like.”

  “No popcorn,” Dante muttered, his thumb brushing over the fading bruise under my eye.

  “But you’ll watch TV with me?”

  “Of course.”

  “Come on.” I reached for Heaven’s arm as I passed.

  Heaven tossed back what was left of her drink, grimaced, then followed us. She snagged two throw blankets from the storage ottoman and passed the remote over to Dante.

  As we did at home, Dante took one end, sitting up. Heaven placed a throw pillow on the opposite end, propped up on it, her feet tucking behind Dante. I settled in front of her, my feet near her face. She pulled me into her, spooning so I wouldn’t fall to the floor. Dante spread the blankets over us, his arm stretched out, hand on my hip.

  I wasn’t sure when we’d begun the tradition, but it had stuck. Most of the time it was me and Dante, him spooning behind me. I preferred those moments, but only because I cherished every minute I got to spend with Dante. But whenever Heaven was on the outs with Danny, this was how we spent our evenings, camped out like this in the living room. At some point, Dante would relax, but he didn’t sleep. He only did that when it was the two of us.

  Heaven reached up, clicked off the small table lamp.