White Witch (Haven Book 1)

by Lil Hamilton

  He had a point. I may have felt better being in Faerie but I was damn drained. One doesn’t recovered from killing blades that quickly apparently.

  “A little more time then,” I said.

  Chapter 2

  At the center of every galaxy is a Black Hole eating it. In reality, the Center Does Not Hold.

  Lan tensed and glanced around the room before giving me a wicked grin.

  Yeah, after trying to relax and then entertaining my sprites for a few hours, I decided I was done for the day and teleported us to the bedroom.

  As I began to peel off his shirt he began to undo my pants. When I kicked my pants off he slid a hand between my thighs to explore the heat. I just about dropped to my knees so weak with the sudden pleasure. I pulled my shirt off as he backed me up to the bed and we fell down together. His wicked fingers were driving me to distraction as his mouth tugged at a nipple through my bra. For a moment I just writhed in the sensation, but then I began to feel more aggressive as the intense need seemed to increase moment to moment.

  That rage simmering in me had to be sidetracked somehow. This would do it. Quite well indeed.

  I rolled on top of him. I twisted an arm back and snapped my bra open and then peeled it off and flung it across the room. His hands immediately cupped my breasts instead, his fingers plucking my nipples until they were pert and aching. I arched into his touch, throwing my head back. I slid down his body and undid his jeans, slowly undoing his zipper over the sizable bulge of his erection. I smiled with some satisfaction and a bit of anticipation.

  “There is something to say for all this demon passion,” I murmured as I grabbed the waist of his jeans and underwear together to slide them off. I tugged them all the way off and then leaned back on my heels to appreciate the view of pure male perfection lying before me. He looked so damn delicious.

  “Come here so I can show you more about it,” he growled, but was letting me take the lead.

  I gave him a wicked smile, slowly moved up. I stopped over his hips with my lips a few inches from his cock. It twitched when I breathed on it. I took the tip of my tongue and ran it up the shaft, pleased at the groan Lan gave. I took his erection into my hand, feeling its silky smoothness side against my fingers. Then I slid my tongue over the crest. I looked up at him and saw him watching me as I took the tip into my mouth. He stiffened and closed his eyes for a moment. When I sucked his eyes snapped open again, giving me a smouldering look of desire.

  I slid my mouth down and slowly back up, sucking again at the tip.

  “You drive me mad, woman.”

  I toyed with him slowly, licking and sucking until he unintentionally thrust upward to meet me. With a growl he pulled me up and with a satisfied smile I lowered myself onto him. I left out a strangled sigh of satisfaction as I felt him fill me. I slid up and down slowly, just enjoying the sensation of him sliding in and out.

  Lan snarled and gripped me by the hips pulling me down hard as he thrust up. I let out a yelp of satisfaction, throwing my head back again He kept pulling me downward into deep hard thrusts as I clutched at his chest and moaned. He thrust upward harder and reached up to grab my breasts. As he teased the nipples with light squeezes and swirling his fingers, I arched back with a load moan of pleasure. He let out another growl as he twisted me over and under him. He lifted one of my legs over his shoulder and drove into me until I screamed out.

  My aura energy and his swelled in strength, merging and building with each rise in pleasure. I felt so connected to him, I could almost feel his pleasure, feel his satisfaction at giving me pleasure. It felt liquid heat course through me in a strong current, igniting every nerve. Arousing every sense. I arched upward straining to reach climax. I gripped his shoulders, digging my finger nails into him. “Harder, Lan. Deeper.”

  The buildup of energy and sensation made the ride to the top so beyond what I had ever felt. When my climax hit it was like shattering. Stars danced across my vision. Lan stiffened and let out a roar as he followed me. My whole body trembled with the release and then again with his final thrust. My aura burst outward as well and expanded rapidly. All my rage and emotional turmoil ignited by my demon nature just dissipated, leaving calm and contentment.

  Then I felt it. That sort of settling click a circle made when I completed it. That sort of solid ripple of energy from grounding a portal. Yet, while I knew it came from me, it affected my whole patch. I felt ripples of energy pulse from me as aftershocks hit me. “What the hell?”

  He chuckled. “That is not the usual response from mind blowing sex, but I’ll take it.”

  I smiled at his purely male satisfied expression. He had earned it. I pushed him back a bit until he rolled off of me. I so didn’t want to move. Sex like that demanded I just lay still; all limp and sated. “Yeah, definitely mind blowing, earth shattering, but also plot altering,” I said as I reluctantly stood up. I let my aura expand outward, through my patch, trying to figure what the hell I had done. I had definitely altered my patch in some way, likely because I was still all demon heightened when I had awesome demon sex. Maybe because I was still hyped up from battle. Or that demon rage was affecting me.

  I flicked a look at him. “Was that enough to determine if we are mates?” I asked hopefully. I didn’t think we were. While it did not terrify me as it had when we first met, oh so many hours ago, I still didn’t welcome such a definite connection to anyone. I also had this odd thought that if I did have a mate I ought to feel intensely drawn to him in an undeniable and welcome way and I had no such sense with Lan. Not that he was not all sorts of hot steamy fun.

  “Close. Your inner core was still in lock down, but we certainly blended aura energy.”

  The way he said it made it sound like he knew as well, but then he had to prove it and in doing so prove I was physically capable of it. Maybe that was why he was on top of the list. A way to lure me into getting comfortable with the idea. A way to see if I could even accomplish it. Also, given his earth demon traits, a way for my father to get a grasp of a male who might be even more compatible. I had to convince my father it was a doomed plan. For me. As in he was going to doom me. The Queen would never tolerate it. I just didn’t even comprehend why he wanted it so badly.

  “Uh huh. And then something.”

  “What?”

  “I did something to my plot.”

  I could even feel it deeply. I had done something profound. I just couldn’t quite grasp what it was.

  “Like changed it somehow?”

  “Yeah, like that,” I said dryly. I may not know much about demons and their way of things, but the ignorance went both ways. “Let me just go check it out.”

  I materialized a satin robe and slid into it. He pulled on his jeans, looking curious. I didn’t bother saying he should stay, because discouraging a curious demon was hard at the best of times. Besides this was my patch and there was no threat in it.

  We exited my chamber and went down the stairs. Everything was as it should be. I peaked in on Lily and Eadon was reading to her. Who knows what he found to read. Faerie books could range from extremely dry to deeply disturbing. Nothing new or changed around the structure of the house though. I did periodically have a dream and wake up to find the odd thing changed randomly. New decor. A random staircase leading to nothing. That sort of deal.

  When we reached the bottom of the stairs I found several excited sprites. In the air several fairies, the wee ones with wings, fluttered around with different colored luminescent glows to them. Fairies we immature pixies and the ones in my patch were youths setting up their own colony. They all stopped chattering and stared at me. Then little swords were drawn and aimed at Lan, as the sprites took offense to his presence. They began to make a humming noise and that was not a good sign, even if the sound was beautiful and harmonic.

  “Settle down. I know demons feel like a rock disrupting a pond, but these ones are my guests.”

  Even sprites would be a threat to my guests, since demon elemental
abilities either didn’t work at all or moved through Faerie like molasses.

  “If that is your wish,” Milana said, bowing her head slightly. While the sprites and fairies inhabiting my patch in no way served me, I did have land rights. They felt obliged to at least tolerate my idiosyncrasies.

  “It is.”

  “We felt the land tremble, mistress. Thought the patch was under attack or severed,” Peator said. “Or you had another nightmare about fa-shon de-zign.”

  “I felt it too, Peat. I’m going to check the circle and the perimeter. It all seems stable now.”

  “Mistress, we checked the circles,” little Dodger piped in. He had a shock of orange hair and bronze faceted eyes. He had been born in my patch and was the youngest of my little immigrants. “They’re as they should be and not active. Locked and dormant.”

  “Why, thank you.”

  Damn good thing too since we had to keep Lily secure. I was worried soon some curious neighbour was going to wander in to check out the disturbance the demons were making as is.

  “It is our land too. We will die protecting it,” Peat said. My little sprite squatters were very protective of the home I had granted them. Well, grant wasn’t the word; ceded maybe. I had tried to discourage them, which had been a trial. I eventually just accepted the inevitable, but at least I got something from the deal.

  “And I appreciate that, Peat. You guys have always been there when I needed it and take care of things when I’m gone. I even saw several new rose bushes in the gardens. An excellent addition.”

  Sprites loved to garden and because they were lesser fae, they could create such beauty on any patch, even though that was an alteration to that fabric. And why they were often chased off. I thought they were adorable. Only about three feet max, with slim builds, wide gem-like eyes that tilted upward and pointed little ears. All dressed in slacks, shirts and vests with thin little swords in scabbards at their side. Yes, they were insanely curious. Yes, they tended to steal or borrow things. And yes, when they were in the mood to party nothing and no one could stop them for a week. Still, they were excellent gardeners and extremely territorial.

  “I’ll walk the perimeter make sure we have not linked to another part of Faerie.”

  I walked outside and saw the fountain as usual had several sprites playing in it. The garden looked the same. In the front it was mostly hedges with flower beds. The back was far more impressive. The outskirts were forested land that I kept for all my squatters. They lived in little dome structures they wove from discarded tree branches and twigs. Their village was within the woods, blended in so well you could walk into the middle of it before realizing you were in it. The woods also lined the boundary of my patch so I aimed in that direction. Lan followed me as we entered the forest composed of extremely large red wood trees and lush undergrowth. I heard a few giggles and knew some of the sprites followed us.

  We approached a misted wall near the edge and I stopped suddenly. “Well, that’s not right.”

  “The wall of mist?”

  “Yeah, not my wall of mist. Some use it to block off their patches, because such a mist can encourage people to get lost and thus not find their patch. I think it makes it look like you have something to hide. Plus I’m on great terms with my neighbors. I’m just going to see what’s on the other side, see if the boundary shifted and I’m attached to a different sector of Faerie than before.”

  “Is it safe?”

  “Sure. Most of the patches out this way are far from where you find the nobility.”

  “Then go on. I will wait. If you do not return I will come for you.”

  “Thanks,” I muttered. I stepped up to the mist. It was just a solid wall of mist, all swirling and distorting. I stepped through and found myself in a desert. I scowled and looked around and it was just all desert. It didn’t feel like Faerie at all. It would be very weird to have linked to the earthly plane. Of course it was possible, but I didn’t have the strength to do such a grounding. There were permanent links to the border realm but they were ancient portals. Most could only open temporary doorways, not directly latch their plot to the border realm. I turned around and saw one patch of green, which would be my portal back to my patch. Then I let out a hiss of surprise. In this distance I could see the rising towers of my father’s city.

  I think my stomach sank to my feet. I think that was what primal fear felt like. Or shock. Like a sudden dropping feeling and a weakness in the knees.

  I looked down at the square patch then back up and then cursed profusely. It was an ohmygod moment, or I suppose that would be an OMG moment. I knew what I had done, but not how. I certainly knew it was impossible and if anyone found out I was deader than dead. I had literally grounded my patch to the Hells. Right smack down into the Hells.

  This was very, very wrong.

  I stepped onto the green patch and was back in my plot. Lan gave me a look and asked, “So?”

  “So, I’m so fucked!” I said. I ran both hands through my hair. How the hell was I going to fix this? “So freakin fuckered. Fuck!”

  “Okay, got the fucked part. What’d you do, latch onto the Queen’s courtyard?”

  “Not exactly. I freakin wish. That at least is con-fucking-ceivable.”

  “What exactly then?”

  “Not sure on the specifics, but I have, somehow, grounded my wee patch in the Hells.”

  He frowned a little. A sort of furrowed brow look of confusion, as in, how can this be a problem?

  “I mean a patch is just a construct of my will and influence on the fae landscape, right? Usually a patch can be connected to the landscape with a few areas. Some permanent connections, like if someone wanders through the Unseelie Forest of Dancing Lights, they might wander into my patch. That one is pretty constant and a specific choice on my part. Other than that my borders shift as the landscape shifts. The Faerie landscape, which is malleable. Not the Hells. Because the Hells is not in the same general damn vicinity. It is another reality. Another realm. Another, what, like universe? How the fuck is that even possible?”

  “All right, I think I grasp the theory of it, but really don’t understand this fae landscape all that well.”

  I wanted to scream, ‘You think!’ But I didn’t. This was a fae problem. My fae problem.

  “The point is, you’re always linked to it somewhere. You know? Part of the quilt but your own fabric. Then you have circles that are locked into links to specific locations, which are more like locked doorways. What I did was dislodge my patch and attached it to the Hells. Like taking New York and planting it on the moon. Which is clearly impossible. Maybe just this one boundary, maybe the whole thing. Point is, you walk through that mist and you will be in the Hells.”

  I rubbed my hands through my hair and then down my face. I just could not get beyond the impossibility of it. The ramifications though I was totally getting. Like, say, the Queen did make herself some hell breed assassin; well wouldn’t it be awesome if they had a direct route into the Hells? Why not come on over to Ray’s plot then because she has a way straight in!

  “And this is bad because?” he asked. His sharp glitter in his eyes told me he knew how it could be dangerous or useful, but didn’t understand the logistics.

  “Because it is impossible! You can’t link to the Hells. That is why there is a border realm. The earthly realm literally is the only way to enter the Hells. I bypassed the border realm altogether and just latched right onto the Hells. And when the Queen finds out I can do that, I’ll be dead. Worse, I’ll be as good as dead. She will use that to get into the Hells.”

  “Not if your patch is literally planted into the Hells. Then all the boundaries would lead out to it and only the circles to the rest of Faerie.”

  As in: you can just stay in the Hells and we will protect you. Yeah. Right.

  “Yeah, I better look into that, or add some security to my patch. Or maybe move it all together. Or destroy it. Or close my personal circle and my connection to it. Fuck!�
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  It was not like I could toss my plot away and start fresh like spinning out a spell. To construct a patch, that was stable, endured and was defensible took decades and even then it was vulnerable to the wills of the fae bordering it. I needed a safe place within the Faerie that responded to my will. Without it I would be vulnerable anytime I came over, to the wills of whatever plot or realm I was in, without a place to retreat to.

  “Hey, look at it this way, we won’t have to travel far to return your cousin and his lover back to the Hells.”

  “You!” I jabbed a finger at him. “I’m never having sex with you again in Faerie.”

  He gave me a small amused smile. “Just Faerie, right?”

  I narrowed my eyes. “We shall see.”

  We began to make out way down the line of mist.

  “That has to be the most powerful orgasm in the world, that, I, gave you.”

  “Zip it, lover boy.”

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