Seduced by the Fae

by Laxmi Hariharan

  I feel him extend, feel his knot harden and flex inside of me, and then he locks it in behind my pelvic bone and I gasp.

  He drags his palms up and over my spine to the nape of my neck. Grabbing it, he yanks me back, exposing my neck. "You are mine. Never forget that, Red."

  Then he rears up and sinks his teeth into my neck.

  The pain sweeps over me—hot, biting. It screeches over my nerves and slams into my chest.

  Something inside me jolts opens.

  Sparks of blue and green explode and I rear back. My back is on fire and streaks of white pain roll down my spine. I open my mouth and scream, then snap back my head. The orgasm rolls up from my groin, radiating outwards screeching toward my extremities.

  Gusts of psychic breeze buffet me. I squeeze my eyes shut and the waves overtake me. My hair snaps back and I am sure I am flying in real time.

  "Alice."

  His voice is filled with wonder, surprise, and something else. Awe?

  Huh? I crack my eyelids open.

  A shudder ripples down my spine and I gasp.

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  Doc

  With the sound of flesh ripping from bone, the wings unfold from her back.

  "Beautiful."

  The trembling feathers snap out behind her—painted in hues of green and blue and delicate enough for the light to filter through. Sparks of gold dot the flesh between the feathers.

  "What...what is it?" She gulps.

  "You. You are the most gorgeous creature I have ever seen."

  Her pussy clamps around my throbbing dick. My balls draw up and I can't stop the orgasm that crashes over me. Her body arches back, her head thrown back to expose the curve of her throat. Drops of blood stream down her neck.

  Her wings snap back and her feathers light up, her body tenses, every muscle coiled, and the orgasm breaks over her.

  A moan spills from her lips and she grips my arms, clamps her pussy around my dick, and I let her ride me. Her wings flap again and she rises up in the air, taking me with her. For a second, we stay suspended above the bed.

  Another tremor races up her body; her wings snap back, the sparks flare up, lighting up the space, then subside.

  Her body shudders and she falls over.

  Her wings pull back into the notches on her back. She slumps against my chest and I hold her as I hit the bed with a light thump.

  My throat is tight, a tear rolls down my cheek. Fuck me, am I crying? Truth be told, that was the most beautiful sight I have ever seen.

  She transformed completely, and just at the moment of our union. Warmth fills my chest and I squeeze my arms around her. The ridges on her back bump against my hand and I run my fingers lightly over the grooves. She moans and cuddles closer.

  "Did that hurt, Red?"

  "Not exactly...I think I dropped into myself fully, for the first time."

  "Mating you began the change, and now, when I claimed you again, it completed the transformation."

  "What does it mean?" She peers up at me with those big green eyes.

  "It means you are both Fae and human with a tinge of dragon." I grip her curvy hips and squeeze. "Enough to give you a pair of very special wings." I hum my approval.

  She blushes, her pussy clenches and uh... that's an interesting reaction.

  "Your wings are the lightest, most exquisite I have ever seen." I growl, and this time moisture trickles down from between her legs. So I wasn't mistaken. Red's even more responsive to me than before. I. Am. Fucked, is what I am.

  "Do you think it will happen every time we... ah...?"

  "Fuck?"

  "Yeah," She pushes herself up to rest her chin on her arms, then flutters her eyelashes. "You know what they say? Once you go Fae, you never stray."

  "So you like it when I knot you?" I can't stop the smirk from tugging at my lips.

  "Um... yeah." She frowns.

  "You enjoy it when I fuck you?" I ask only because I want to hear her say it.

  "Let me think..." She tilts her head and I thrust my hips just a little. My still erect dick throbs inside of her. She gasps.

  "That's a yes, I take it?"

  She nods.

  "You love it when I..." I bring her down for a kiss and her wings flutter. It's a physical manifestation of her desire, not that she was able to hide her reaction to me earlier, but clearly the wings are a dead giveaway. Poor Red, she has no idea how difficult it is going to be for her to hide anything from me.

  I trail my fingertips over her back, over the ridges of her newly transformed wings and she shivers.

  "So sensitive." I whisper against her lips.

  Her muscles twitch. Her pussy clenches and my knot throbs again.

  "You want more when I spank you?"

  She hums and this time I don't need to ask her if that's a yes.

  I drag my fingers over her shoulder then wrap my fingers around her throat. "And when I choke you...?"

  She gulps, I feel the vibrations caress my fingers.

  "I fear it...but it leads to the most spectacular of orgasms." Color flushes her cheeks. "I hope I never get used to it."

  Me too, Red. Me too.

  I loosen my grasp, only to sink my fingers into her hair and coil the glossy strands around my fist.

  I tug her head back, exposing her throat.

  "You belong to me, Red." I glare at her. "You are mine to knot, to take, to fly with over the wind currents. You are mine because you give me the choice to own you, break you, and put you back together in a form that mirrors every single aching pulsing cell in my body."

  She squeezes her inner muscles around my dick and her wings snap out.

  The light shines on the delicate feathers, lighting them up again. I am sure my life has changed forever.

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  Alice

  I race up the beach, and snap my wings out. They stretch behind me, the air currents seethe under them, and I lift off, just a few inches from the ground, only to land back with a thump.

  My knees bow and I manage to take the weight of my body, i.e. I manage not to stumble and fall... again.

  I set my lips in a pout. It's not that easy to fly, so why do birds and dragons make it seem so effortless.

  Of course, none of the other Fae in this city have wings.

  I am the first to exhibit this particular trait, thanks to Nolan's dragon blood. Not only do I fit in with my people...I have something many of them covet. And I am not only talking about my wings. I snicker to myself.

  "Red."

  I turn around to see the object of my thoughts materialize near me.

  My heart begins to race faster, the blood thudding at my veins. "I wish you wouldn't do that." I scold him.

  "What?" The outline of his body fades in and out, then solidifies. He stalks toward me.

  The breath leaves my lungs, and surely, it's because of the mechanics of teleportation, eh? It has nothing to do with the harshness of his jaw, the way his nose hooks, the way his thin upper lip stretches even as that obscenely thick lower lip juts out in the resemblance of a sexy pout. I want to lean in and sink my teeth into that beautiful flesh. On cue, my gums tingle, my canines stretch and try to break through the surface.

  Pain twinges across the surface, moving down my throat to meet the ball of heat in my chest that thuds steadily. Steady. He reaches me and his gorgeous features light up. One side of his mouth curls. That wicked smirk of his...liquid lust squeezes my belly. He leans over me, all seven feet of his big body. My breath catches.

  "Answer me," He glares and I shiver.

  My pussy melts and I all but throw myself at that broad chest and climb him right then.

  "What...what was the question?" I wave my hand in the air and his fingers wrap around my wrist. Those thick warm fingers of his dwarf my smaller bones.

  To think he'd once been a small boy, vulnerable and hurting from what his father had done to him. When Nolan had revealed what he'd been through, something had clicked. A boy who'd faced so much pain, en
ough to put him off of relationships, any kind of intimacy, he'd needed the same edge of pain to peel away the walls he'd built around himself, to expose the sensitive soul inside who'd do anything for the one he loved. Me.

  It made sense in a warped kind of way.

  Not that Nolan would accept it. He wasn't using the excuse of his childhood experiences to justify his kinky tastes. He says it's who he is. A sadist. I say that he is mine. Any which way.

  "Do I still make you nervous?"

  "Yeah." I wheeze out a breath.

  He leans in closer and that dark scent of his flows over me, mixed with the salt of the sea breeze and a tang of something else. Desire? Lust? A heady cocktail that makes my head spin. My knees buckle and I stumble, only to fall against that hard chest.

  His arms come around me, holding me close. "You okay, babe?"

  "I am now." I rub my cheek against the strip of skin bared by the collar of his shirt. The thud-thud of his heart sinks into my blood and mirrors the pulse that flutters in my belly. My belly?

  My shoulders tense.

  "What is it?"

  I can't answer. All thought goes out of my head. I drop into myself and reach inside, to the source of the emotions coursing through me. Love. Possessiveness. Mine. Something that belongs to me and to him. The child we created. When did that happen? Probably one of the many times he knotted me, over the past week.

  But it's too early to tell, isn't it?

  Or is it my heightened senses that confirm that it's true? It is. I am carrying his child. I swallow and a tremble shivers over my skin.

  "What's wrong, Red?"

  I shake my head. Heat flushes my cheeks and I squeeze my eyes shut.

  "Tell me." A blue energy reaches out from him through the bond, flooding my veins, heading straight for my womb. He guessed it. Is that possible? I lean back in the circle of his arms.

  "Is it what I think it is?" His face pales.

  I burrow closer and he scoops me up in his arms. I squeak. "I was trying to figure out how to fly."

  "Not until the baby is born." His arms tighten around me and I gasp.

  "How...how do you know?"

  "I see you, Red. I sense you even when you're not with me. We are bonded in more ways than one. Don't you sense that?" He raises me until I am at eye level with him.

  “Of course I do.” But still, this level of connection, where he can sense what I am thinking, feel what's happening to me, maybe even before I know? "So... you're okay with my falling pregnant?"

  His jaw goes solid.

  Okay, not that we'd discussed babies or even the future together. With Doc... the best form of communication is on the physical level.

  When he touches me, I know he wants me.

  When he spanks me, it’s a sign that he cares for me.

  When he makes me orgasm over and over again...? I know he wants to give me the world.

  But when he stares at me with those blazing blue eyes, fixing me with his complete attention, my heart flutters. Goosebumps rise on my skin. "You still didn't say how you feel about..."

  He comes to a halt so fast that my breath catches in my throat.

  He raises me up until he's holding me up and my belly is at level with his face and he peers up into my face with a strange look. His iris’ flash vertically and I shudder.

  When he does that... the intensity of what he's feeling is writ large on his face. The bond in my chest lights up and blue and gold bleeds down our shared connection.

  He hauls me in close, then presses his lips to my womb. Sweet. So sweet. So not what I expected. Yet so Doc. Harsh and soft at the same time. Dominant and possessive, yet so caring. He doesn't need to say it aloud; I can sense what he's feeling and it's... beautiful.

  He tips his head up, "The child is mine. You are mine. I love you both, Red."

  A tear trickles down my cheek. The words wrap around me, cocooning me as he rights me in his arms and wraps me closer.

  He starts walking up the beach. "A mating bond goes both ways, so you can sense the unsaid with me too."

  "It's pretty hot, I admit, being so in sync."

  "There's no way I can let you out of my sight, you know that, right?"

  I gnaw on my lower lip. Not that he had been easy before. I had barely managed to convince him to let me go for a walk... had been hoping to fly and surprise him...instead the kind of surprise inside me had floored me completely. Huh?

  "Where are you taking me?"

  "The Fae Corps are catching up to decide about Gabe."

  I haven't seen him since the Dare between him and Doc. Not only because we needed time together to come to grips with everything that had happened between us, but also because Doc is way too possessive; he doesn't care that Gabe's my brother. As far as he is concerned, no male is allowed to see me. Not unless it's in Doc's presence.

  He walks up the path leading away from the beach, to the courtyard in the center of the Fae Corps headquarters.

  His steps slow and I look up to find Hawke approaching us. "You're late."

  He jerks his chin at Doc. Nolan doesn’t answer. He simply walks around Hawke and toward the center where the rest are milling around. "You okay, Doc? You look shaken."

  "Speak for yourself," Doc tosses a glance over his shoulder, then keeps walking. His arms tighten; nervous tension spirals off of him. I don't need to look up to know what I'll find. "Gabriel."

  He sidles across the courtyard to come to a stop a few feet away. His gaze swivels to me, then back to Doc. "So it's done then?"

  He jerks his chin, his eyes soften, and I swear he knows that I am pregnant. But how is that possible?

  I swivel my head from Gabe to Doc, who is staring straight ahead. "You two had a discussion, about me?"

  "We agreed that if you got pregnant, he'd relinquish all claim on you and leave," Doc thrusts out his chest.

  "Nolan, I don't understand."

  He looks down at me, "I had to protect you at all costs. Gabriel has a proposition and I wanted you to have no part of it."

  "I am not sure what you mean."

  "It wasn't enough that we were mated...I knew that the only way to get Gabriel to move on from involving you in his plan was if you fell pregnant."

  "So you kept me all but imprisoned and... ah..." knotted me over and over again until I couldn’t move, until I'd been out of my head with the need to stay with him, burrow into him, lose myself in him and consolidate the bond completely, until I fell pregnant.

  Doc glances down at me. His features are pale. The skin across his cheeks stretches.

  "Guilty as charged." He holds my gaze, doesn't look away. "I found you. I couldn't lose you. I knew you'd help him all over again, unless..."

  "I fell pregnant." I lean into him, let my body relax.

  I mean, I should be angry with him. I should be...upset that he'd plotted all this. But I am not. This level of possessiveness, if that's what Doc needs to feel secure, so be it. Besides, I want a child, my own family. My space in this world. Mine.

  Warmth fills my chest.

  My heart stutters and the mating bond lights up, green, blue and a flash of gold that swims through between us. It's beautiful. "You're gorgeous and possessive as hell, and I should be angry with you." I reach up and press my lips to his.

  "But you're not?"

  "A little." I peer up at him from under my eyelashes, "Fact is, I don't want to leave you. There's nowhere I'd rather be than with you. Whatever we do next, we do it together. The three of us."

  "Together." His lips curve up; his eyes light up.

  "Is everyone here?" Dante's voice booms around the space.

  My gaze clings to Doc's; he doesn't look away. The chemistry ratchets up in the space, and I feel him shift his weight to widen his stance. His arousal throbs in his pants, pushing into my hip, and he smirks. His lips brush my lips, "Yeah, we are all here, can you tell?"

  I chuckle.

  "Doc and Alice... if you can stop eye-fucking each other for just a few
seconds, perhaps we can get on with the reason for this gathering."

  "Oh." I redden and look away.

  Doc glowers, but turns his attention to Dante.

  "Right then." Dante holds out his arm and Gia steps in closer to him. Dante pulls her into his side.

  Is that how Doc and I look together?

  Happy, content, yet excited to be in each other's company.

  Dante looks around the small crowd. "Gabriel helped Doc and Alice escape from Boris. Thanks to the three of them, Boris is no longer a threat."

  Claps sound around the space. I look around to find Tristan grinning and Jess smiling back at me. Hawke glowers, then thumps Doc on the back.

  Doc shoots him a glance, then angles his shoulder to hide me from Hawke... Again, not complaining.

  The man's holding me close enough that our skin is all but fused, but honestly, I find it hot. Maybe it's because I feel as strongly about the new life in my belly that I am more than happy for my mate to take care of us completely.

  Charley walks to stand a safe distance from Hawke. Lily is next to Charley and Gabriel's gaze immediately seeks her out.

  His features harden, and he draws himself up to his full height. He can't take his eyes off of the girl who looks at him, then looks away, biting her lip.

  I stiffen and Doc leans down, I sense a touch on my forehead and look up, "Did you just brush your lips over my forehead?"

  Color flushes his cheeks.

  Wow. "And you blushed?"

  He shuffles his feet, but doesn't reply.

  "You did blush, admit it," I whisper.

  His lips turn up in a smile. "I may have," he concedes.

  The sound of a whistle blows through the space and we look up and back at Dante who stands at attention, Gia smirking a little at his side. "Settle down people, just a few seconds to let Gabriel have his say, and then I promise you can all bugger off to whatever you were doing."