by Marilynn Fae
“Yesterday-” I start and lick my dry lips, trying to find the right words. I jolt in surprise when he finds a cup out of nowhere and presses the opening to my mouth.
“Drink first,” he says.
“Thank you,” I say and drink half the cup of water, letting the cool liquid wet my throat. “I ache everywhere,” I whine suddenly and is rewarded with his hearty laugh.
“You are terribly small, even for a fae,” he comments.
“You said that yesterday too,” I say, finding my first question. “Fae,” I repeat. “What do you mean?” I ask, leaning back and resting my head on his chest.
“It’s what you are.”
“I’m not- I’m Delilah,” I find myself saying even though I feel a bit silly for saying it like that.
“Hello, Delilah,” he smiles, charming. “You’re a fae, though it appears your bloodline isn’t pure. Perhaps that’s why your heritage has been kept for you. All the same, it makes you special.”
“You still- you still haven’t explained what that means yet,” I say, feeling a annoyed for being left out of the loop.
“Fairy-kind,” he says. “There is a little bit of magic in you. Something small, perhaps, since you haven’t even noticed it on your own. Has anything peculiar ever happened around you?”
I try to think of anything magical I’ve done and draw a blank.
“How about your mother?”
I shake my head again. “Maybe you’re wrong.”
“I can assure you that you’re as human as I am.”
“You’re a vampire,” I say, unable to keep from sounding incredulous. “You’re a vampire,” I repeat because the words are so ridiculous. “And I’m a fairy.” It’s possible I’ve hit my head sometime earlier and this is all a fever dream.
“A descendant of one, at least,” he says. “Tell me, do you have werewolves near you?”
“Werewolves aren’t real,” I say automatically.
He shakes his head. “You can accept that vampires exist, but werewolves are where you draw the line?”
When he puts it that way… “I suppose that’s not too impossible,” I admit softly.
“Stubborn,” he responds with a fond kiss on the top of my head. “You say you’re on the way to find a doctor?”
“Yes,” I say.
His expression is steely and unreadable as he cups my face in his warm hands. “I’ll come with you.” He kisses me and I feel certain that he means more than just to find the doctor.
For some inexplicable reason, I do not mind being trapped by him at all.
Chapter Seven: Exhibitionism & Voyeurism
Charles can’t believe how lucky he is to have found his mate in a train, of all things. He had been close to death, closer than he had ever gotten. He doesn’t remember why he had gotten on the
The little fae looks good, if a little wary. She knows better than to let him in straight away, but he only needs to be a little persuasive for her to change her mind. Naive, little thing. She’s lucky, really, that he is the one who found her first. He would mate her and take good care of her. Others would have simply taken her virginity and be done with it.
He starts with an offering because that’s the way courting works for fae. He finds her a necklace that is probably worth more than her house and she is immediately charmed by it. Once she accepts the gift, it will be hard for her to deny him.
She is nervous, fighting back a little at first, but he is patient with her, endlessly so, and soon, the young woman’s anxieties sooth and she is smiling at him, relaxed as he strips her down until she is wholly naked. It does not take long for him to take her after that, filling her with his seed whilst drinking from her veins. He is careful not to suck too hard.
Her blood is exquisite, and he feels as though he is going to be drunk on it if he is not careful. He feels the fairy blood in her veins coursing through his body and is immediately invigorated. Not only is her blood healing him, it is making him better. More alive than ever before.
If he was a better man, someone more proper and reserved, he would stay away. She is so young that no one has taught her that she is magic and he is positively a relic compared to her. He can’t bring himself to mind terribly that she is inexperienced. He can teach her and he does.
“What are you thinking about?” she asks from where she is making breakfast. She has a sweet smile for him, turning around in only the apron. There are bruises all over her body, even now.
He likes keeping her naked but she is a shy thing and he indulges in her need for clothing. He catches the werewolf neighbor looking in at her sometimes. The young werewolf covets her but is too proper to do anything about it. He likes to put on a show for him, fuck her out in the balcony where he knows the werewolf will be able to see them.
Delilah knows the young werewolf fancies her and if she had feelings for him before, she never shows it. Such a good little mate. He might reward her sometime and let the werewolf fuck her too. He’s not terribly possessive and he enjoys being a voyeur as much as he does being an exhibitionist.
The windows are open today. It is hot outside, and he can see the young werewolf minding the garden, occasionally looking up to glance into the window, where he can see clearly her exposed bottom and perky nipples over the thin apron.
“Charles?” she ask timidly, brushing hair from her eyes. “You’re looking very serious,” she says from where she is rinsing the plates at the sink. After he told her about her heritage, she has been planting more herbs and vegetables in the garden. He has an agreement with a seller in the town who collects her harvest every other day in exchange for money. He has a small fortune of his own by now, but she enjoys earning her own keep and would rather not use his money.
“Merely thinking about our future together,” he says. He grins and reaches out, cupping her neck and reeling her in, letting her lean against him. She’s such a small thing, barely reaching his chin. She tilts her head to the side, offering him her neck. He had already fed from her the night before and isn’t feeling particularly hungry, but he sees the werewolf boy looking at them and decides to give him a show.
He bows and runs his lips along her neck, fingers working on undoing the tie keeping her apron up to render her naked. She gasps and wraps her arms around herself. “Someone might see,” she says.
“Let them see how lovely you are. My lovely little mate.” He closes his fingers over her breasts and pinches her nipples, drawing sharp gasps from her lush lips that makes him do it again and again to hear her soft moans. She makes such lovely little noises for him, the innocent thing. She doesn’t know any better, really. No one’s ever taught her to keep her lewd noises to herself so she offers them readily, crying out when he twists her nipples.
“Hurts, Charles!” she whimpers and he eases his grip on her nipples, positioning his hold a little lower to pinch just beneath her perky nipples.
“You’ll look lovelier with child, darling,” he says. It is a sore subject for them, at times. He is a vampire and therefore incapable of siring any children with her. Still, the idea of her pregnant appeals to him. “Your breasts will fill with milk. I wonder if it would be as sweet as the rest of you,” he murmurs, licking up the side of her neck. She trembles meekly in his grasp, leaning back and trusting him entirely to keep her safe, even exposed as she is like this.
The scent of arousal fills the air. Somewhere in the garden next to theirs, he hears the werewolf groaning as he touches himself at the stolen view of her exposed breasts. He decides to be generous. “Really, darling, you shouldn’t be embarrassed,” he says, picking her up and lifting her up the counter.
She is flexible enough that he is able to stretch her legs to do a split up on the counter top. She gasps, covering her wet pussy lips immediately. “Charles!” she gasps, outraged by what he is doing. She tilts her head back to look up at him, eyes dilated and very much aroused despite her protests.
He pries her hands away easily, uncovering her. “You are so
wet, darling,” he says. “You like this, don’t you? Like exposing yourself like this. What a dirty little slut you are, my little mate. What would the neighbors think of you?”
“Charles,” she whines, face flushed prettily as he keeps her legs spread and her pussy lips exposed.
He pinches her pussy lips with both hands and spread them open, letting cool air brush against her small opening. Already, he sees slick building up between them, dripping slowly down her slit. “Perhaps I would allow that one day, have Liam come in and watch while I fuck you, hmm?” he whispers in her ear and his suggestion is rewarded with an even brighter blush. He notes that she doesn’t protest the suggestion.
Perhaps he will tell her about her werewolf stalker one day, but not today. He would rather enjoy her for himself for a long time before sharing her.
That’s not to say he can’t talk about it. “Have you fantasized about that? About letting Liam fuck your pussy? I would let him breed you, fill you up with his pups so we can have children in the house. Wouldn’t you like that, little love?” Poor thing doesn’t know the proper answer to the question, eyes filling with tears at the thought. “You would look so lovely with cubs, darling, your belly round and filled with life.”
He hears the werewolf grunt, and then the tell-tale sign of him reaching his orgasm as the scent of cum fills the air. Eager werewolf, so young that just the sight of her pussy is enough for him. Oh, he will have so many things to teach him.
“Wouldn’t you like that? Having his cock inside you?” He wonders if the werewolf would knot her. She’s such a delicate thing and the werewolf is so much bigger than her already even though he’s not fully grown. She would need to be stretched even more. “We could have both our cocks inside you. One for each hole.” He fucks her anally sometimes, but he prefers fucking her pussy a lot more. “Do you want that, darling?”
She shakes her head. “Only you,” she breathes and he can’t help himself, turning her around so he can kiss her.
Such a sweet little thing. He’s lucky to have found her. He presses his mouth to hers and enjoys the girl melting into the contact, so trusting and willing. It’s both treasured and worrying. It is how he managed to steal her heart in the first place. He worries about someone coming in and stealing her while he’s gone. Already, he has had to kill that dirty old man who lives in the house down the street. He doesn’t like the way he looks at her.
“I love you,” she says, timid and shy even now.
“I love you too, little fae,” he says. “Now, tell me about the fantasies you’ve had.” He enjoys teasing her. She blushes so prettily, cheeks red and eyes averted in embarrassment.
“Just- just you, touching me,” she says.
“Here?” he asks, pinching her nipples again. He has a fascination for them. They’re so receptive to him that they perk up even from him staring at them too hard, like the pink nubs have a mind of their own.
“Yes,” she cries out, leaning in to steal a kiss. A chaste little thing. That won’t do. He cups a hand on the back of her head and draws her in to deepen the kiss.
She trembles, curling into his chest, pressing her naked body to his clothed one. She’s so warm. He doesn’t think he will ever get used to how warm she feels against him, how perfect she fits. When they part for breathe, they are still connected by a string of saliva that drips onto her chest. “Where else?” he prompts.
Her brows furrow for a second as she struggles to recall his question, and then she’s blushing again. “And um… you know…” she looks away.
“Here?” he asks, one hand cupping her between her legs, swiping over her wet heat.
“Yes…” she flushes red, eyes half-lidded in an endearing image of embarrassment.
“Did you touch yourself?” he asks.
She makes an abortive sound and jerks her head down.
“Dirty little thing.” He slides his finger into her hole and revels in the soft noise that she makes. “You should do it for me sometimes,” he says. “Finger yourself open and let me watch. There are toys I can get for you from the city, sex toys that you can use on you own when I’m not around.”
Her brows furrow again. “Are you leaving?” she asks and her heartbeat begins to rise as she lets her imagination get away from her.
“I’ll always be around,” he reassures her. “But I do have business in the city,” he explains, pressing kisses on her face to distract her. It is a big reason why he had been thinking of letting the werewolf join their relationship. He knows the wolf would never let anything happen to her. He has responsibilities elsewhere. He distracts her by curving his fingers inside her, touching the places inside her that he knows is able to throw her attention off entirely. “I’d like you to show off for me,” he rumbles and she looks flustered. “I do enjoy watching you, darling.”
He doesn’t add that there is someone else who enjoys watching her too, a certain werewolf who wants nothing more than to mate her, knot her and mark her as his own. He slides his finger from her tight heat and circles his arms around her to lift her up, tired of sharing his view with the wolf.
“A bed would be much more comfortable. Don’t you agree?”
She squeaks an affirmative and buries her face in his neck.
Chapter Eight: Domination and Bondage
Liam should not have waited for as long as he did. He knows from when he first knew about mates and sex that he wants Delilah as his. She smells perfect, like the morning right after a heavy rain and home and safety all rolled in one. She feels like the sun and the moon, calling out for him whenever she is. Ever since they were children, he knew he was going to marry her some day. He would take such good care of her, love her and give her everything she could ever want.
Unfortunately, it is also painfully obvious that she only thinks of him as a brother. There is never the scent of arousal from her, not like the other girls he meets in the town. He thinks that could be part of the appeal, chasing after someone who has no idea how much he wants her. He’s a werewolf. They’re very much into chasing after what they want.
So, when his entire family moves away after his parents went into the forest to live out the rest of their lives as wolves, he opts to stay so he can court her properly.
It is harder than it sounds. She is busy helping her mother. It is worse that she doesn’t know anything about the supernatural, so he has to hide what he is from her. It is a little ridiculous that her mother has chosen to hide such an important part of Delilah from herself, but she’s her mother and it is not in his place to question her decisions.
When her mother falls sick, he has the perfect opening. He will show her that he can be a good caretaker.
The older woman is delirious in her sickness but is becomes painfully clear to him that she isn’t going to make it. She is an old fae and is very old when she finally had Delilah. It isn’t a sickness that has taken her. Merely old age. It also becomes clear why she had kept her heritage hidden. It isn’t just because creatures like them are hunted, it’s because the fairy blood in her is weak from many generations of marrying humans.
Delilah is more human than fae and doesn’t have any magical capabilities to speak of. It explains why she is so protective of her, but that protectiveness isn’t going to do her any good. The community had let her mother raise her the way she deemed fit out of respect, even if the way means keeping her in the dark about the world she belongs in.
Liam realizes his mistake in being patient with revealing his feelings for the Delilah when her mother passes a day before Delilah returns. He buries her out in the garden and carves a tombstone. Some of the villagers pay their last respect as he buries the fae. He doesn’t wait for Delilah to come home to do it because the older woman has more fae blood in her veins and needs to be returned to nature before she is claimed. It’s never a pretty sight when that happens.
He hopes she understands.
He is afraid of how she would react when she comes home to the news that her mother has pa
ssed away in her absence and is altogether unprepared for her to come home in the arms of another man. Not just his arms too, she is covered from head to toe in his scent, as though he had deliberately licked and rubbed himself on every inch of her.
She cries when he tells her the news and sobs into her lover’s chest. Liam sends the doctor on his way back and watches in anger as the love of his life is swept off her feet by the vampire.
…
The vampire is taunting him, showing off all the way he has her. He isn’t even trying to be discreet about it, fucking her against the bedroom window, pressing her breasts on the glass until he can see the pink nipples on the glass panel, filling her up against the kitchen counter right beside the window, stripping her naked and making her walk through her house and doing her chores, and one several memorable occasions, fucking her in the garden.
And Liam… Liam is too weak to look away.
She is so beautiful, even as she is being defiled by the vampire. Her skin is lovely and so pale that all the love bites are featured prominently from a distance and she makes the loveliest noises, little moans and whimpers that go straight to his cock.
The vampire has been teaching her perverse things, doing things to her that makes his cock hard. He shouldn’t be listening in on them as they make love, but he can’t help himself.
It’s not like he doesn’t know what sex is, but the way they go about it is insane. Sometimes, they fuck almost ten times a day.
He almost panics when he scents how fertile she is one day, but as the days pass and it becomes clear that she’s not carrying the vampire’s child, he begins to relax and have other thoughts. Some vampires are so ancient that they are no longer capable of siring offspring. It’s a small trade-off for immortality.
The first time he finds himself being a voyeur is entirely coincidental. He had been walking home from a long shift at work when he sees light from his neighbor’s place. The door is opened, allowing the firelight to illuminate them. Even without it, he is able to see them clearly with his night vision.
