Fae- Beginnings

by Eva Blackwing

  Fae: Beginnings

  Lost Royal Book 2

  Eva Blackwing

  Fae: Beginnings

  © 2020 Eva Blackwing

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  Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Afterword

  Chapter 1

  Mor

  Mor stared blankly at the three Fae kneeling before her. They didn’t move, keeping their heads bowed. Ben was staring at her, his jaw hanging open as he glanced from her to Atreyu’s family. “Why are ya’ll kneeling?”

  Michael looked up. “You’re the last of the royal family.”

  “Noooo. Nope. I know John was saying that, but here is no fucking way that could be true. He’s insane.” Mor looked at Ben, the panic she had been holding in starting to burst out of her.

  Ben pulled her into his arms. “Maybe you all could stand up now.” Isabella, Michael, and Cassandra stood but didn’t move further than that.

  Mor’s gaze flitted over the clearing, landing on where Sebastian was laying on the ground. With a gasp, Mor broke from Ben’s arms and hurried back over to Max and Atreyu. “Can we move him?”

  Max sighed and sat back, eyes still on Atreyu. “Yeah, let’s get him and - “ He looked up at Mor. “Holy fuck.” He blinked once, and then cleared his throat before continuing. “So. Um. Right. We need to get Atreyu and Sebastian back to the house. They need to sleep it off. And we need to figure out all the other…stuff.”

  Mor looked around at the others. They just stood there, staring at her. She frowned at them. “Well? Let’s get them in!” she snapped. Fuck. She still couldn’t control herself. Something else to add to the list. Mor closed her eyes and took a deep breath. It wouldn’t help Sebastian and Atreyu if she lost it now. When she opened her eyes again, she saw Atreyu being lifted by Michael and Sebastian by Ben. Max wrapped an arm around Mor’s shoulders and steered her toward the wards. She jumped a little when she felt a wet nose shove into her hands. “Fuck! Faelan.” Mor said with a gasp, and then smiled as she sank her hand into the fur of Faelan’s head. “I’m so glad you’re ok.”

  They got to the edge of the wards and Mor stopped. “Wait! Where’s Adair?”

  Cassandra turned back toward Mor. “He was blown back with us when John hit us. He decided to try and follow him.” She glanced worriedly in the direction John had run.

  “He’ll be fine, love. He’s the best at what he does.” Michael adjusted Atreyu a little bit before continuing to walk toward the house.

  When they got to the house, Michael and Ben went to lay Atreyu and Sebastian on their oversized bed in Mor’s room. “Mor, stay here with them? I think they’ll rest easier with you next to them.” Ben nudged her toward the bed. “I’ll be back to check on you in a little while.”

  Mor started to strip down and then grimaced as her body started to ache. She groaned and made her way into the bathroom for a quick shower. Mor stood in the hot water for longer than she intended, letting the heat soothe her muscles. Throwing on her standard tank top and shorts, Mor went back into the room and then crawled onto the bed. Snuggling with her guys, even if they were passed out, sounded like the perfect way to avoid everything right now. As soon as she was between them, Atreyu and Sebastian rolled over and pressed into her. With a sigh, Mor drifted off into sleep.

  * * *

  When Mor finally opened her eyes, the sun was peeking through the curtains of her room. She grimaced and tried to sit up, only to be held down by two sets of arms. Looking to her sides, Mor saw Sebastian and Ben wrapped around her. Their eyes slowly opened and their arms tightened around her. “How are you feeling, Sebastian?”

  He grinned lazily at her. “Rather well. Max came in just a little while ago and healed my headache.”

  “Why didn’t he heal you before?” Mor frowned.

  “Well, it wouldn’t have been safe until I had woken up. It’s tricky, messing with the brain.” He kissed her forehead. “I hear that we have a new queen.” His eyes darkened as he looked down at Mor.

  “I guess? Atreyu’s parents seemed to think so….”

  “And John, from what I gathered.”

  “Him too.” Mor tried to pull away from Ben and Sebastian. “I don’t know, though. He’s crazy.”

  “Now, Mor. We’ve known you were special from the moment we all met you.” She felt Ben pull her into him. “It makes sense. You have amazing powers, and we’re your mates. Of course you’re not just human.” He started dropping kisses down her neck.

  “What do you mean?” Mor whispered, shivering at the feel of his lips on her skin.

  “A human has never been a mate to a Fae, darling. And I never really thought it made sense that your magic would be suppressed like Isabella suggested.” Sebastian nuzzled her neck as Ben continued to kiss down her shoulders.

  “I believe we promised to make something up to you on your birthday. And it’s your birthday.” Sebastian’s hand slipped underneath Mor’s shirt and gently tweaked her nipple.

  Mor’s gasp turned into a moan as Ben claimed her mouth. Hands pulled her tight against Ben and Mor shuddered as his hard length pressed into her stomach. He broke away from her, staring at her for a moment before saying, “If we start this, we’re going to finish it, Mor. You’re our mate.”

  “What do you mean?” Mor shifted restlessly, thighs pressing together to try and fight the building heat. She ran her hands over Ben’s shirt-covered muscles, wanting to feel skin.

  Ben’s eyes darkened. Mor shivered as Sebastian trailed kisses up her neck. His lips brushed her ear as he whispered, “He means we’re going to claim you, Mor.” Nipping her ear, his lips brushed down her neck before he bit down where her shoulder met her neck.

  Mor arched into them. Ben slipped a hand under her shirt, stopping just under her breast. “Do you agree, Mor? Will you let us claim you?”

  “Yes.” Her voice was breathless as she tried to move closer to them both. Which was impossible. Both Fa
e groaned and pressed into her. Ben’s hands swept up her sides, pushing Mor’s shirt up with them. Sebastian tugged it over head and then tossed it to the side. Ben kissed down her neck to her breast. When he latched on to her nipple, Sebastian gripped Mor by the hair and tugged her head back, claiming her mouth in a kiss. His tongue swept into her mouth, dominating her and holding her helpless. Ben moved to the other breast, tugging on it with his teeth and making Mor’s hips roll, seeking some sort of friction.

  Sebastian pulled back with a dark laugh. “I do believe our darling is needing something.”

  Ben came off of Mor with a pop. “I think we should make her wait a little bit.”

  “What? No!” Her eyes widened.

  Sebastian’s voice was a whisper across her skin. “I promise you’ll enjoy it, love. But if you’re going to take both of us, we need to make sure you’re ready.”

  “B-both of you? At once? I’ve never…” Mor looked back at him, unsure.

  Sebastian’s smile was pure sin as he looked down at her. “We’ll take care of you. And if you ever want to stop, you know all you have to do is tell us.” He looked at her seriously.

  Ben slid down her body, looking up at her as he gripped the top of her shorts. “Do you trust us to take care of you?”

  She hesitated only a moment before saying, “Yes.”

  Ben smiled and pulled her shorts and panties off at once. Sebastian reached down and pulled Mor’s top leg over his, holding it in place and keeping her open for them to look at. She squirmed, trying to close her legs. “Stay still. Let us look,” Ben growled at her.

  Mor flushed but stilled, letting them stare. “I need a taste.” Ben pushed his shoulders between her legs, forcing them farther open, and took a long lick of her slit. Mor gasped, hips tilting forward. Ben pulled away from her. “I told you to stay still, Mor.”

  Sebastian chuckled darkly and wrapped his arm around her hips, pinning her hips while Ben held her legs in place. Sebastian’s other hand slipped up from where Mor was laying on it and gently gripped her neck. Turning her head to the side he said, “Mor. Mor. Mor. Our naughty little queen.” Sebastian bit her bottom lip before claiming her mouth in a demanding kiss.

  Ben was still between her legs. Mor gasped as he went back down on her, licking her slit from top to bottom and then flicking her clit with his tongue. Mor strained to move, but the guys had her locked down. Sebastian released her mouth and moved his hand to her breast, tugging on the nipple and rolling it between his fingers. “I - I… ”

  “What do you need, darling?” Sebastian tugged on her ear lobe, voice purring across her skin.

  Mor moaned as Ben slipped one finger inside of her, then another. “I need - I need… ”

  Sebastian moved her neck, nipping and sucking at it. “What do you need, my queen?”

  “I need to come!” Mor could barely get the words out past her moans as they worked her body like they had known it for years instead of weeks.

  “Then come,” Sebastian ordered. “Let me see you come.”

  Ben sucked on her clit, hard, tipping Mor over the edge. She screamed as she went over the edge, body pulsing around Ben’s fingers. He didn’t stop, drawing out her orgasm with his mouth and fingers. As her body started to come down, she felt Ben’s fingers leave her pussy and slip back. “Wh-what are you doing?”

  Sebastian pulled her leg back more firmly, keeping her spread for them. Ben looked at her, his shoulders still wedged between her legs. “We’re getting you ready to take us, my queen.” Mor felt heat flush through her, gathering between her legs at his words. Ben chuckled and glanced up at Sebastian. “I think she likes being called that.”

  “We’ll have to call her that more often then. We need to make sure our queen is always happy.” Sebastian moved his hand down to cup Mor’s pussy. His fingers traced lightly over her folds as Ben pressed gently against her ass. Her eyes widened as Ben gently pushed his finger inside her and Sebastian mirrored his actions and slipped a finger in her. Sebastian claimed her mouth, swallowing her moans and distracting her as Ben pushed in a second finger.

  Sebastian added another finger, grinding the heel of his hand against her clit. “Are you ready to come again, my queen?” Ben nipped at her hip bone and pushed a third finger into her, pumping and stretching her. Sebastian growled into her mouth and pressed down hard on her clit. Mor gasped into his mouth, body writhing against Sebastian and Ben as she came harder than she ever had.

  Sebastian let her go as he pulled his fingers out of her and brought them to his mouth, sucking them clean. “Still my favorite dessert.”

  Ben slid up her body, trailing biting kisses up as he moved before kissing her hard. His tongue slipped into her mouth, demanding and rough. “That’s three times I’ve felt you come. Now it’s time to feel you come on my cock, my queen.”

  Mor nodded breathlessly. She wanted it, needed it. Mor rolled her hips, desperately moving against the hard rolls of their cocks. Ben nudged the head of his cock against her entrance, teasing her. “Ben. Stop teasing me. I need you.”

  Ben groaned and thrust up, filling her in one motion and making Mor gasp with pleasure and pain. He stopped then, waiting for Mor to adjust to the feel of him. When her hips started flexing, she felt Sebastian press up against her ass. “Ready for both of us, my queen?” His breath whispered over her skin before he latched on to her neck. Mor started to tense as Sebastian pressed against her.

  Ben rocked his hips into her, hitting her deep and making her gasp. As soon as she relaxed, Sebastian pressed into her, groaning as he pushed past her ring. Ben kept rocking his hips as Sebastian pushed slowly into her until his groin pressed against her ass. “Fuck, Mor. You feel so good.” Sebastian tugged her head back and kissed her, his tongue thrusting into her mouth as he pulled slowly back and then thrust back in.

  Ben rocked his hips back and Mor whimpered. He thrust back in and his hand dropped to her breast, squeezing gently and tweaking her nipple. Sebastian and Ben picked up their pace. Mor pulled away from Sebastian’s mouth. “Oh god! Ben!” Sebastian’s hand dropped to her clit. “Sebastian! Please!”

  “What do you need, my queen?”

  “More! I need more!” She flexed her hips, moving with them.

  Her Fae growled and started thrusting into her harder. Mor’s breath hitched and she couldn’t hold back her screams now. She didn’t care who heard her, she just wanted to feel. Mor was babbling, loosing herself in them. “Time to come for us.” Sebastian pressed down on her clit, sending her over the edge with a scream. Ben and Sebastian groaned, thrusting faster before slamming into her and stilling as her body squeezed around them. “Fuuuuck.” Sebastian kissed her. Mor moaned into his mouth as she felt their cocks pulsing inside of her.

  Ben kissed her neck. “So much better than I thought it would be.” None of them moved, still locked together. “Happy birthday, love.”

  * * *

  Eventually Mor, Ben, and Sebastian untangled themselves and took a long shower. They got distracted - again - but finally emerged with a relaxed and happy queen. They had made her dress in a sleeveless red dress with a scoop neck and an asymmetrical hemline. It made her feel royal when it swished around her feet. Ben swept her into his arms and carried her giggling down the stairs. “I can walk.”

  “Oh no. After what we put you through, you must be feeling weak.” Ben bent down and kissed her. “Plus, I like being able to do this whenever I want.”

  Mor was laughing as they went into the kitchen and then out to the patio. Atreyu and Max were lounging on the chairs, serious expressions on their faces. When they looked up to see Ben, Mor, and Sebastian, their faces lightened. Atreyu held his hands out. “My turn, Ben. You got all that lovin’ and I’m feeling left out.”

  Ben dropped Mor in his arms with a smirk. “Not going to apologize. Sebastian and I had a promise to fulfill.” He dropped into the chair next to them and picked up Mor’s hand, kissing it before lacing his fingers with hers.

  “So, b
eautiful, are you ready for your birthday party?” Atreyu kissed her forehead.

  “What party?”

  Max smiled at her. “We’re going to take you to Fae. You’re our mate - and queen. We can’t risk staying here.”

  “Sooo we thought we’d have a little party! Just a small one. My family, Sebastian’s family. And maybe some friends from Earth Realm.” Atreyu grinned. “We do have eight cakes, so we needed enough people to eat all that cake.”

  Mor’s eyes narrowed. “Uh huh.”

  “Also, maybe we wanted to show you off.”

  Unable to help herself, Mor snickered. “Show me off? Ya’ll are ridiculous.”

  “What’s not to show off, darling?” Sebastian raised an eyebrow at Mor.

  “I’m just me. I don’t even think your parents are right. There’s no way I’m a queen.” She shrugged. “I’m just weird.”

  “You require proof?” Isabella’s voice was sharp behind Atreyu. “As soon as we arrive at our home, I will be able to provide you with proof. I have a picture of your mother and fathers. There is no doubting the resemblance, Your Majesty.”

  Cassandra slipped up next to Isabella and took her hand. “There’s also the purple eyes. Only the Royal House has those.”

  “Oh. Well. I guess I can’t argue?” Mor shrugged helplessly.

  Before she could say anything else, Max stood with a stretch. “We need to get going if we’re going to make it in time for the party. Trisha will kick our asses if we miss it.” He smiled and pulled Mor out of Atreyu’s arms and into his own. “Ready to start meeting your people? And try eight kinds of cakes?”

  “Cake, yes. People, no.” Her breathing quickened and her hair started to float. Why the fuck couldn’t she keep it together?