by Mila Young
I fall before her, staring at the pink slit, her arousal so obvious. My dick twitches.
Kissing her inner thigh, I make my way higher. Her sexy, musky scent is intoxication. I take it deep into my lungs, arising a primal hunger inside me. Before I even reach her juicy lips, she moans.
I groan at the sight of her spread before me. Then I flick out a tongue and lick her length. She arches her back, her legs widening, giving me everything she has. Taking her into my mouth, I suck on her and ravage what is mine.
“Oh, fuck! Deimos!” she screams.
She's so wet, her pelvis rocking back and forth. I devour my sweet kitten, wanting her so close to the edge she'll beg me for more.
I tongue her, my fingers gripping her hips as I shove myself deeper, pinning her to me.
Her cries of pleasure rile me up; they make me so fucking horny, holding back is killing me.
I pull back as she cranes her head up to look at me. “Why are you stopping?
Up on my feet, I laugh, because this is how I want her. Spread open, craving me. “Neither of us are going anywhere, kitten.” I cover my body over hers and our mouths clash. My cock presses to the heat between her thighs, finding the place I need to bury myself into. She's an addiction I can't get enough of.
Taking her tongue into my mouth, I push my dick into her. She adjusts her hips, making it easier to slide inside. She's tight, her walls clenching, and holding back grows harder.
"Let me in, angel," I breathe against her. "Just relax, I won't hurt you."
She nods, and I physically feel her softening.
I growl as I slide in all the way, my heart pounding.
"Deimos," she cries.
I pull out and go back in, slow at first so she adjusts to my size, then I move faster. Fucking her, pumping.
Her breasts rub against my chest with each thrust, her eyes never leaving mine. I adore the way she moans, how her body responds to me, curling around me like we are one.
"This feels so right," she says. "I missed you."
I kiss her, never stopping myself from burying my cock in her. With one hand sliding between us, I reach for her clit and rub it.
Her breaths rush and she moans against my mouth.
"Come for me, kitten," I whisper, then dip my head lower and grab her nipple between my teeth. I gnaw on it gently, then suck on it.
Her breaths labor, and in a heartbeat, her body shudders beneath me. She cries out, convulsing with the orgasm tearing through her.
Her pussy squeezes my cock, and I let myself go this time, rip open the floodgates as I explode inside her. I growl, pulsing, feeding her my seed, both of us gasping for air.
Clasping the bedsheets, her head tilts back with her beautiful screams of pleasure. Fuck, she's gorgeous.
By the end when we’re both floating down, I press my mouth to hers softly. "I want more."
She breaks out laughing, then cups my face and kisses me. "Yes, please."
I draw out of her and push up to my feet. Her pussy glistens, her lips full, and I fucking love seeing the white seep of my seed at her entrance.
"I'll get something to clean you."
She winks and stays there. Her hand outstretches and she opens the fist holding her ruby. “I feel like this stone should have been with me all along. I mean, I can open and close portals with it—though I’m not sure yet I can control where I’ll end up—but it’s an improvement. And well, I can kiss you to my heart’s content.”
“I need to find a solution so you don't have to grasp it each time I want to kiss you.”
“I’d love that,” she answers from the bed.
In the bathroom, I collect a towel and moisten it slightly at one end, then return to my kitten. I clean her delicious pussy, then I climb into bed with her, taking her into my arms.
"This is how our future is going to be. Freedom to be together, to share our lives."
She's curled up against my chest, face to face, then she glances up at me. "It's strange how I feel more at home here than I ever did back on Earth."
"That tells you everything," I muse.
"I really thought I'd lose you," she begins, her hand on my bicep trembling.
"You risked so much for me, and I don't doubt for a moment how much you feel for me. But promise me you won't ever put yourself into such danger for me again."
She scrunches her nose like she'll never do that, and it doesn't surprise me.
"If I didn't go to Ash Court, I never would have discovered so much."
"Oh yeah?" I massage her lower back, encouraging her to tell me more.
"Like meeting the king's mother; finding out that my mother must be important, whoever she is; or that I have more power inside me than I first thought. Plus, I never would have bumped into Hiss to get the ruby. And then, then there's who my real—"
"Hiss?" I query, and she gives me a quick rendition of what happened while I was sick, and I merge it with what my brothers told me. "The fairy with blue wings, right?"
She nods. "But there's something else." She swallows hard, and I see the trepidation in her expression.
"What is it?"
A pounding knock erupts at the door, and she flinches in my arms.
"Let me see who that is. Get under the blankets."
I drag on my pants and stride across the room. Once Guendolyn is covered, I open the door.
My guard stands before me, his gaze never drifting into my room. "You've been summoned by His Highness, Prince Ahren, to his meeting room immediately."
I groan and run a hand through my hair. What the hell now? With a quick nod, I reply, "I'll be there shortly." Then I close the door and turn to my kitten, who again has only her head sticking out from under the blanket in my bed.
"Stay here." I close the distance between us and lean over her, then kiss those full lips. "I'll be back later and bring you some food."
"Sounds like a plan. Don't be long." She snuggles deeper under the blanket like she might go to sleep.
My heart thumps in my chest. What has she done to me?
Fuck!
She's constantly on my mind, and my cock hardens just at the thought of her. I should have known from the first time I went to collect her from Earth she'd captivate me. I insisted my job was just to bring her to Shadow Court, but I'd been fooling myself.
She had always been mine. I just had to admit it to myself.
Chapter 7
Guendolyn
I slide into the scorching hot water before reaching over for grapes from the platter of fruit near the tub while the morning sun shines gloriously. Yesterday, after a while when Deimos hadn’t returned, a maid delivered my early dinner in the room. After which I crashed on the bed and slept all the way through. Deimos still wasn’t in my bed this morning so I decided to get on with the day, starting with a wash.
I made my way down to the baths because I can’t wait around doing nothing.
My guard waits for me outside, and right now it's better I stay low. The princes are most likely talking about the king's funeral, about Ahren taking the throne, so I can wait.
Though it keeps playing on my mind about the king being my real father, and how much I desperately wanted to tell Deimos. But I feel selfish doing so.
The throne is Ahren's, even if he's not the king's son by blood. And if I announce this now, will I come across as someone trying to steal the throne from him? In all honesty, I don't know enough about royal rules and politics to know if that's possible. Can a female take a throne in fae courts?
Regardless, I don't want such a position, and I'm already so close to losing Ahren. I won't do anything to jeopardize pushing him even farther from me.
A stupid thought pops into my mind, one of marriage, and I almost laugh out loud. Right, a court that hates Unseelie will never allow one to rule over them. Even if only half an Unseelie, I don't really belong in their court, now do I? And technically, it means the princes and I are step-siblings.
Nope, I'm not even going
there. There is no bloodline shared between us.
It's why I contemplated asking Deimos’ opinion, but is that a smart decision? What’s to stop him from making a big deal of this and telling Ahren?
I slip deeper into the water, deciding to say nothing for now.
Sucking in a deep breath, I relax and think about the incredible time with Deimos and how I don't know what I'd do if I lost him and Luther. It shocks me how quickly they've grown on me. I let myself linger on those thoughts and not what I’m losing.
When the water temperature falls and my fingers resemble prunes, I climb out of the tub and grab a towel. The maids had taken my clothes and left me with a dress. I pick up the deep blue fabric pebbled with tiny crystals and find no underwear. I sigh, tired of going around with no panties. Is this a fae thing?
What I miss desperately are slack pants and a hoodie. These gowns may look spectacular, lift my breasts, cinch in my waist, but they aren't uber comfortable.
Dressed, I pull on the square neckline that sits a bit too low over my chest, then tie up the laced corset across the front, squishing my breasts together. No need for a bra when the ladies are constantly pressed inside a corset or tight dress.
Stepping into a pair of ankle boots, I run the wide-toothed comb through my hair. Then I head into the hall.
Michae greets me with a smile, standing taller. He has a healed cut on his upper lip that only reveals itself when he grins. He’s growing on me, and it’s nice to have someone to talk to. "Where to, Miss?"
"The dining hall, please. I'm thirsty." He nods, and we head through the mansion.
Two maids rush past us, holding their skirts for ease. I glance back to see them vanish around a corner. A man in a black suit pushing a silver food trolley races down the corridor, coming toward us.
He waves a hand for us to get out of the way.
We do, and he's a storm, exploding past us.
"What's going on?" I mumble to myself.
More maids carrying baskets of fruit dart past. Another woman behind them has her arms filled with flowers. Then two men roll more trolleys piled high with beautiful gold plates. Their rattling sounds have me cringing as I picture them falling over and smashing.
I blink at the commotion down every hallway. "What are they preparing for? The funeral?"
"His highness Ahren is set take the throne in a few days."
"So this is for a celebration then?"
When Dana marches past us with bundles of linen in her arms, I reach out for her, stepping in her path.
She bows and darts past, the older man huffing and vanishing into a room.
"Guess it's not every day a new king is crowned," I murmur. Of course, I don't expect to be invited, though I do hope Deimos or Luther sneak me in. I want to see the throne room decorated elaborately, to witness the ritual and party to understand fae culture. To see if they are anything like medieval festivities in movies.
Leaving behind the commotion, we enter the dining room in the mansion. The beautiful wall of windows always draws my attention to the ocean of trees and mountains. This has to be one of my favorite rooms.
"I'll request a drink for you," Michae states and heads through the back door that leads into the kitchen.
Returning my attention to the window, I glance out there and try not to overthink all the commotion that makes me feel like I'm being left out. This isn't about me, I keep telling myself.
Footsteps close in behind me, and I turn, expecting Michae, except it's Luther. Where did he come from?
My chest swells with the way his mouth spreads into a delicious grin. His dark hair is swept off his face, and his cheeks glow like he's been outside in the cold. The black tunic he wears hugs his strong chest and broad shoulders, gold dots embroidering the round neckline. A leather belt sits loosely around his waist, and his leather pants hug muscular thighs. His boots are speckled with snow, confirming my suspicion.
"I've been searching for you," he says, taking my hand in his and drawing me toward him. “I have a surprise.”
“What is it?” I can't help but grin widely, lapping up the attention he gives me.
“You’ll see.”
Just then, Michae emerges carrying a glass of juice and places it on the long dining table for me.
"Order the chef to arrange a packed feast for me. We don’t have much time to wait," Luther orders.
The guard taps his chest just over his heart twice. "Of course, Your Highness." Then he returns to the kitchen.
Luther looks devilishly handsome today, and I love how his greedy fingers hold onto me, never letting me get far from him.
"Did you just come out of the meeting with Deimos and Luther?" I ask, curious about what they discussed and if it had anything to do with finding the king's killer.
"It dragged so long. They didn't even serve us lunch, and I'm starved. Deimos will most likely find his way here soon. He eats like a lion."
"And Ahren?" I query.
He slides strands of hair caught in my eyelashes behind my ear, and something crosses his gaze. Is it pity? Does he know Ahren pushed me aside, that now I pine for him? I hate myself for coming across that way, but I can’t control how I feel about these princes.
"He's busy," Luther explains. "He'll be busy for a few weeks, at least." His hand falls to my lower back and nudges me to the table. "Come, let's sit as we wait."
But I don’t budge from my spot. "Is that how long crowning a king takes?"
He swallows loud, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down his throat. He hesitates, and it only strengthens my suspicion that there is so much more going on here. Why am I being kept in the dark?
"Luther, what's going on with Ahren? Why is he turning away from me?" I don’t want to bring this up here and now, but the way he stares at me draws my emotions to the surface. I fell hard for three princes, but in truth, I'm still getting to know them. Still discovering their secrets. So what exactly is Ahren's?
Luther licks his lips, looking like he’s deciding what to tell me. "He needs to talk to you himself. I'm sorry, little wolf. I'm surprised he hasn't, but I'll mention it to him."
My stomach drops and hits the ground. Just great. So there is something beyond him having extra responsibility or whatever else he insisted. They were lies.
Now my mind spins with horrible scenarios, like he's sick and going to die, or he needs to go live across the realm for years as part of taking the throne, or... god, I need to stop torturing myself.
"Little wolf, you will always have me and Deimos by your side."
Why does he keep saying that? I pull from him and turn to the window, wishing more than anything I had wings like a bird and could fly out there. To feel free and not be so confused and trapped.
In this realm, I’m the stranger.
The foreigner who is vulnerable and gullible.
I rely on the princes, and I hate that. I see that now, because they can walk away just as easily as Ahren is. Where does that leave me?
Luther stands at my back but doesn't hold me. The heat from his body engulfs me like a warm blanket.
"Why can't you tell me what's going on with Ahren? I hate this. I don't even know where I belong. I keep getting brushed aside, needing to hide who I am. Is that who I will be? The person swept away when things get too real?" Anger and frustration tighten around my throat.
Luther takes my shoulders and spins me to face him. My back presses against the glass window, and I glance up at him.
"That's not fair, little wolf. We have to keep you safe until we find a way to make your stay here more permanent. I've told you before that I'll do anything to protect you, and you need to trust me, now more than ever."
There's truth in his warm eyes. I glance down, feeling heat in my face, loathing that I sound like a spoiled brat. "I just feel lost," I whisper.
His finger glides under my chin and lifts my head so I meet his gaze. He's inches from me, his expression heartfelt, his scent musky and spicy and so delicious. "You'l
l never be lost at my side."
His words are like a fresh spring breeze chasing away the winter blues, and my eyes prick. I melt against him, and he embraces me. I don't even know why I'm crying, but all the emotions building inside me finally rush out. The news of my father. Not knowing who my mother is. Ahren pushing me aside. Not knowing where I belong. And who exactly am I, anyway? Am I better off back on Earth where I’m nobody and I can pretend I have a life?
Luther rubs my back and holds me close. There's something about him that always calms me. Maybe because I've known him the longest. He's seen the worst and best sides of me and still sticks around. For those reasons, I embrace what he offers and believe him when he says he'll always be by my side.
Luther
My heart hurts.
From what I've seen, Guendolyn has faced challenge after challenge, and she always fights back. She’s never once demanded to leave.
Not my little wolf.
She doesn't give up, I see that now. Her eagerness to uncover the truth of her past drives her, and I admire that more than she'll ever realize. Too many fall complacent, retreat from fear… but not her.
I embrace her as she softly sobs against my chest. Running my hand over her blonde hair, I don't rush her but let her settle down in her own time. We all need to regroup and reassess our next decisions when all hell breaks loose, and while her way of dealing is crying, mine is smashing anything in my way. Similar, in a way.
The heat from the fireplace engulfs us, while outside the sun peeks out from behind the clouds. The snowfall fades, as do the gray clouds.
This is what she needs. Time away from everything. Because once she finds out about the wedding, she will be heartbroken. Until then, I intend to make her smile so she has something to hold onto.
Guendolyn breaks from my embrace, her cheeks rosy, eyes still puffy.
"Change of scenery and fresh air, how does that sound?" I offer.
Her sweet lips curl upward as she nods. "I would love that." It warms me to see her smile rather than cry.
The maid appears from the kitchen, followed by Michae. She hands me a wicker basket covered by a white kitchen towel, and I feel like a servant about to stroll through the woods. But I take it nonetheless from her hand.
