by Lynn Stark
“I’ve already been told that you don’t want mates. So, why are you begging to come in with me, when you know very well what will happen if you do so?”
“Well, I might as well. It’s that or ask the clan’s leader for a place to stay.” A small hand waved in the direction of the house behind him. “And why should I do that with this nice house already occupied by my mate?” He frowned. “Do you think we could get some shiny glass stones to put on it and plant some vining flowers to grow over it? It’s very bare.”
Fairies loved to decorate their homes. They loved color, too. Pebin hadn’t suggested painting over the gray house with the black trim. Yet.
“Pebin,” Cain said gently. “I don’t live here. I will only be on the farm for a few days. I’m participating in a meeting. Then I will be returning to Boston.”
The fairy’s small nose wrinkled. “I’ve been to Boston. It’s crowded. I don’t want to live there. You have to stay here.” The plump lower lip poked out into a pout.
It was a good thing he was a patient vampire. Cain managed to not show his mate his fangs, which he would have done had anyone else challenged him. “You’re heading for a spanking, mister.”
Pebin’s jaw dropped, and his gorgeous green eyes nearly popped out of his head as he gaped at Cain. “You wouldn’t,” he whispered in disbelief.
“I would. So don’t challenge me. Now, come inside.”
“We’ll mate?” Pebin asked eagerly, dancing beside Cain as they went to the front door.
As they did so, Cain felt something strange, as if he was being watched. He didn’t turn and look. If someone was watching him, he didn’t want them to know he was aware of it. When he could get away from Pebin, he would go out to search. Cain doubted either Ian or Malcolm was having him watched. There was no need and they knew it.
Once they were inside, Cain made a point of closing the blinds. They were remote controlled, and once Pebin realized this, he snatched the control from his hand and began opening and closing all of the drapes in the room. Shaking his head, Cain took the control back and closed the blinds, preventing anyone from seeing inside. Then he took the batteries out of the remote. Unfortunately, he had to do that in several rooms, which caused Pebin to begin his pouting again.
Wanting to prove to the fairy that he would keep his word, Cain caught hold of him by his dainty wrist and pulled him to where he sat down on the bed. Pebin squealed in outrage as he was placed face down over Cain’s thighs and his stretchy, colorful leggings were yanked away from his shapely little ass.
Cain didn’t waste any time. His hand connected with Pebin’s ass cheek as he continued to shriek and make outrageous threats, most of which pertained to feeding Cain’s balls to a hungry dragon. Yeah, that earned the fairy another sharp slap to his ass. By the time he was finished, Pebin’s ass glowed like a beacon, and his hard dick was being rubbed against Cain’s thigh. Again, without warning, he found the man’s tight pucker and pushed his finger in to the second knuckle. The shout that came from Pebin this time was one of ecstasy as he began to energetically hump Cain’s leg and push back so Cain’s finger went deeper into his ass.
After allowing Pebin to recover, Cain removed his finger and rubbed the heated flesh of the fairy’s pert little ass. Doing so was oddly pleasurable. Not that he had never felt pleasure while with a lover before. It was different this time. Something Cain wanted to experience more of in the future.
“Come along. Let’s clean up and find something to eat.”
Pebin scrambled off Cain’s lap. The wings popped out and began fluttering wildly. “Are you going to suck my blood?” he asked as he tugged up the leggings.
They did nothing to hide the fact that Pebin was becoming aroused again. Taking the handkerchief from his pocket, he wiped cum off his pant leg before standing.
“No. I won’t be drinking your blood.” He stood and headed for the bathroom, unbuttoning his shirt as he did so. Within moments he was undressed and turning on the water in the shower. The spray erupted from several showerheads. “Get your clothes off and get in here.”
“Do you have any lube?”
“No. We’re not having sex.” Cain reached for a bottle of shampoo and squeezed some onto the palm of his hand. Glancing toward the opening of the shower, he saw that Pebin was walking into the shower. He was naked, but covering his groin with his hands. “Why are you shy now?”
“I don’t want to tempt you.”
Cain chuckled and shook his head. “Come over here so I can wash your hair.”
A mate, or three, might be the last thing Cain wanted at the moment, but now that he had them he would take care of them to the best of his ability. There was no point in fighting it any longer. Doing so would eventually make them all miserable.
He rubbed the shampoo into Pebin’s pretty silver-blond hair, making lather from crown to the ends. The wet, soapy hair was like silk in his hands, and he enjoyed the sensation of it sliding over his skin. Pebin moaned and tipped his head back when Cain began working the lather into his scalp. A smile tugged at his mouth. It didn’t seem to take much to make the man happy. He rinsed Pebin’s hair after a few minutes and added a conditioner, truly making it feel like liquid silk. Then he had Pebin hold his hair aside as he took the soap and lathered the small body from head to toe. When he was kneeling in front of him, the naughty imp tried to tempt Cain by jiggling his cock in front of him.
“Behave, unless you want me to spank your ass again.”
“You take all the fun out of having a hard-on,” Pebin complained.
Straightening, Cain laughed and turned the fairy around. He smacked him on the ass, causing Pebin to yelp. “Rinse and then go dry off. We’ll see what can be done about your condition, after we’ve had something to eat.”
Cain watched in fascination as Pebin’s wings reappeared. The small man danced under the rainfall showerhead hanging above him, his wings fluttering as he rinsed away every bit of the foamy lather.
Laughing at the fairy’s delight, Cain waited until Pebin was finished before turning off the water and leaving the shower. He ignored the small hands grabbing his ass playfully as Pebin followed him out of the large stall.
Perhaps because he wasn’t at home, a place where he felt was very stiff and formal, Cain decided to pull on a pair of underwear and walk barefoot down to the kitchen. He had absolutely forbidden Chester to wait on him and insisted the vampire visit with people he knew living on the farm. It was a good thing the older vampire wasn’t there to see his state of undress. It would probably have caused him to have a seizure.
Pebin, however, seemed to have a less is more attitude, as he remained nude after drying off.
“How old are you?” Pebin asked as he opened the refrigerator and began rummaging through it. He took out a jug of orange juice, a package of lunch meat, and a jar of green olives and placed them on the island.
“Almost five hundred years old. What about you?”
Pebin sighed. “I just turned twenty-five. That’s why my family has been such a pain.” His gaze lifted from where he had watched as his fingers picked at the juice’s label to meet Cain’s. “It’s my duty to find my mate and make more fairy babies.” He gave Cain a coy look. “I’m willing to try, now that you’re here, sexy vampire.”
Holding back his smile, Cain asked curiously, “Don’t you want babies?”
“Well, yeah, but I didn’t want them just yet. I mean, I’m young. I have centuries to have fun and enjoy life. I thought it would take a long time before I would find my mate. Then I found two of them before it was even time for me to be mated.” A flame of accusation lit the light green eyes as Pebin stared at Cain. “Now I have three, and none of you are fairies. What kind of baby is going to pop out of me?”
“Is that important? If my knowledge of fairies holds true, there’s a good chance, even mating someone outside your race, that you will have a fairy baby.”
“There’s a very good chance,” Pebin confirmed with a nod. H
e sighed. “It’s complicated. I would love my baby no matter what. I’m not a hater, though I suppose I sound that way. But could you see a werewolf baby with wings?” The image that popped into Cain’s mind made him blink. “Or an eight-hundred-pound brown bear with shiny silver wings popping out of its shoulder hump?” Cain chuckled at the image that came to his mind. When he would have spoken, Pebin held up a small hand. “Then there’s the vampire fairy, flying around with three-inch fangs and looking for someone to bite, like some mosquito on steroids.”
Cain couldn’t help it. He burst out laughing and couldn’t stop, even when tears streaked down his face. Pebin joined him. The fairy certainly had an active imagination, and he doubted life would be boring with him around. Considering how long they lived, that was definitely a good thing.
Once they had calmed, Cain walked around the island and took Pebin into his arms. He was surprised by how good it felt to hold the small man against him. “You’re sweet and funny, but I think you worry too much. Now, why don’t we make something to eat that doesn’t include green olives and lunch meat?”
“But I’ve never had them before.”
“Okay. Well, you should try them, although I don’t think you will be that impressed with the lunch meat.”
In the end, Cain made crispy chicken tenders and broccoli covered with melted cheddar cheese. He would have to remember to thank Malcolm for the nicely stocked kitchen. Cain didn’t say anything as Pebin turned his nose up at the lunch meat after trying it. Then he crouched in front of the oven as the tenders baked, plucking green olives out the jar and eating them as he waited for the chicken to finish cooking.
After they ate, Cain was tortured by the sight of Pebin licking each of his fingers. He would stick one in his mouth and slowly pull it free. Then he would move on to the next. Cain wasn’t surprised when his cock began to fill with blood. Tossing the fairy face down over the kitchen island was a temptation he could barely withstand. It would relieve the intense ache in his loins, but it wasn’t the manner in which he wanted to begin his mated life with Pebin. Hot, quick fucks on various flat surfaces could come later, once they had made their formal bond.
To give himself some time to think about what was about to happen, Cain sent Pebin off to watch TV as he cleaned up after the meal. Then he was checking that the back door and windows were locked in the kitchen and dining room. When he reached the living room it was to discover that Pebin had found batteries and was once again playing with the blinds. Too bad the imp didn’t care that he was naked and giving the outside world a show. Hopefully there was nothing more than night creatures outside, like birds and bugs.
Grabbing him around the waist, Cain closed the blinds and turned the lights off. “Hey, trouble, let’s go to bed.”
“But I was having fun!”
Chuckling, Cain told him, “It’s a good thing there aren’t liquid crystal windows in here. One touch of a button and you can’t see through them.”
Pebin twisted around until he was facing Cain. His jaw had dropped, and his eyes were bugging out of his head. He wrapped his slender legs around Cain’s waist, pressing his balls and dick to Cain’s stomach. It was distracting.
“Nooo way!” he said in disbelief.
It took a moment for Cain to catch up. “Yes. It’s the truth.”
“Do you have these windows in your house in Boston?”
“No. They’re just regular windows.” Cain easily climbed the stairs carrying Pebin and walked along the hallway to the master bedroom.
“You mean boring windows. I think we should have crystal windows put in this house. Everyone would be so jealous.” He snorted. “My parents still have wooden shutters covering their windows.”
Once they were in the bedroom, Cain closed the door and carried Pebin toward the bed. When they reached it, he peeled him off. “Are you ready for bed? Do you need to brush your teeth?”
Pebin nodded. “Yes. I don’t want to be kissing with onion breath.”
“We didn’t have any onions.”
The guy was more than a little strange, but Cain didn’t think there was anything he would change about Pebin. However, he would need more time to get to know the fairy before he could make a sound decision. There was one thing he could likely count on in the future. His life with Pebin would be interesting.
Once they were finally in bed, Cain wondered if he would have to tie Pebin up, if he was to get any rest at all. The guy was all hands and lips. Wrapping his arms around Pebin, Cain pulled him close. “Settle. I have a meeting first thing in the morning.”
Pebin settled, but his fingers were stroking Cain’s right nipple and his toes were sliding up and down the calf of Cain’s leg. “What kind of meeting?”
Because it affected Pebin’s future, he had no problem sharing information. “Some members of my coven wish to live on the farm. I’m here to negotiate the terms.”
“Does that include you? Will you be moving here?”
“No,” Cain said without hesitation. “Many more will remain in Boston. I am their leader. I have to be there for them.”
Pebin twisted free of Cain’s hold and sat up. Because Cain could see quite well in the dark, he saw the dismay on his mate’s delicate features. “You can’t mean that! You have mates here. How do you expect us to survive in a city? Larson takes care of trees. Chance helps protect the farm. What would any of us do there?”
“Pebin, I have several houses in or near Boston. I have one very nice house, and it’s surrounded by nearly thirty acres of land and is built close to the water. I’m certain you can be perfectly happy there.”
“Cities smell bad. There are too many cars and trucks. And they’re noisy, too.”
“You won’t have to spend any more time there than you want.” Cain sat up and pulled Pebin so that he was straddling his lap. “There’s this small building in the garden that hasn’t been used in years. It’s yours to do whatever you want with.”
There was a sniffle. Had his mate been crying? Cain hugged him close.
“I can really do whatever I want?”
“Short of spotlights on the roof, yes.”
“What if I want to cover it with pink glitter?”
Chuckling, Cain kissed the fairy’s pointed ear. “Yes, though I doubt it will last in the wind that sometimes comes off the ocean.”
“That’s okay. I don’t really want to cover it with glitter. I just wanted to know you’d let me be myself.”
“I hope you will always be yourself with me.”
“I’m horny with you right now. Can we do something about that?”
Although he hadn’t planned on completing the mating with Pebin just yet, Cain decided that he might need the mating as much as Pebin seemed to. Perhaps it was just that he’d been waiting so long. Waiting even a moment longer seemed foolish.
With Pebin wrapped around him like an octopus, Cain smoothed his hands over the fairy’s back and leaned in. His skin was like silk, and he smelled so good Cain wanted to take a bite out of him. The thought amused him as he began to lick and suck in a leisurely manner. As he did so Pebin began to hump against Cain’s abs. The moans coming from the male made it sound as if he was tormented. They encouraged him to continue what he was doing. Pebin had a hair-trigger, and Cain would exploit it to the fullest. Before the night was over, the fairy would come many times.
“My dick hurts,” Pebin complained. “I need to come!”
“You won’t come until I give you permission.”
A low, tortured groan erupted from the fairy. “That’s so mean. Why did fate give me such horrible, mean mates? Larson and Chance are mean to me, too.”
Completely delighted with the imp’s sassiness, Cain held tight to him as he moved, putting Pebin on his back. “I disagree. I believe fate gave you the perfect mates, ones who will deal expertly with your brand of impudence.” Incredible pale green eyes glared up at him. Cain just gave Pebin a smirk, enjoying the sensation of having the man pressed beneath him and in
to the mattress. The length of his cock was pressed between Pebin’s thighs, aching to be buried deep in the younger man’s body. “I’ll soon prove to you that I am exactly what you need. I suspect you’ve been allowed your way far too long.”
The fairy was completely spoiled. As a whole, fairies did tend to be rather self-indulgent. It was all about them. It was a similarity they shared with vampires. Some vampires were so full of themselves, Cain could barely stand to be in the same room with them longer than it took to conduct business. But he did what had to be done, in order to see that his coven was both safe and successful.
“Don’t you dare think you’re going to spank me again.”
“Oh, my provocative, darling imp, I’m going to do far more than spank you,” he promised, his voice deepening as his desire grew. “Now, why don’t we see what I can find to aid me in your first lesson?”
Lifting his head, he looked around until he spotted the tiebacks for the drapes. A grin pulled at his lips as he rolled away and left the bed, only to return seconds later with two of the braided cords in his hand.
Pebin was kneeling on the bed, his eyes wide as he stared at them. Then his gaze lifted and his wings popped out to flutter rapidly, as he saw Cain’s expression. Cain heard the fairy swallow loudly.
The fairy took flight, heading toward the door, but Cain was there before he could leave the room. He snatched Pebin out of the air and carried him back to the bed. The wings disappeared, and Cain suspected that it was to protect them. While Pebin wiggled and strained against Cain’s hold on him, Cain didn’t sense any real distress. He could, however, smell the fairy’s growing desire. His musk was filling the air. It was a wonderful scent. Cain inhaled deeply, taking it into his lungs, letting it become a part of him.
