Breena nodded, washed off her hands as quickly as she could, grabbed the basket of cookies and ran from the house. She hadn’t bothered to don her coat, just took off as fast as her feet would carry her. Thame would leave and she had to wrap her head around that fact. He said he would see her again but how often had men broken such promises. It just made her chest ache to think it and instead of dwelling on feelings, she focused on the tasks at hand, a one-mile trek to Gran’s Market.
****
It was a long struggle to get there, but Thame sighed when he finally made his way into the bathroom. He shoved the door closed and leaned back against its frame then winced. The bathroom was as small as he remembered. It took one wobbled step on his good ankle until he was at the toilet. With the cover down, he sighed and sat upon it.
Everything in here was mismatched, just like Breena’s room. The rug under his bare feet was beige, the pedestal sink yellow but slightly rusted at the base. The tub was bluish gray, the color of the sky before the storm. A storm Breena created within him.
Thame reached over and twisted the silver knobs shaped like mating stars. It took only a moment for him to figure out the contraption and soon a cascade of hot water filled his vision. The steam emanated in smoky swirls. He watched them briefly, thinking of Breena’s black hair when it was wet, the ends curled just like the untamed smoke. There would be no denying his wish for her presence. The view of water dripping down her sensual flesh would haunt him for the rest of his life. If only she had ripped her clothes to shreds when she fell in that puddle so he could see all of her glorious form. He had never found women to be so beautiful they could tempt a man to forget his king, but she managed to do so and the guilt was beginning to twist his heart.
He felt the sting of the zipper upon his growing shaft and growled. These pants were a menace to males. In one swift motion, he loosened the zipper and his erection sprang out. Thame’s cock wasn’t completely firm, but it curved like a sunflower searching for the brightest rays. Of course, the object of pure light was out buying him a ticket home. He shifted and wiggled the rest of the blasted material down his legs until they pooled at his feet. His balls were drawn tight to his body excited about the promise of release and he would do something about this state that plagued him every moment of the day.
Using his arms for support, he shifted his bare bottom to the edge of the tub. The cold porcelain was such a contrast to his burning skin he shivered. He swung his legs around so his feet rested in the tub and his mangled back toward the door.
Of course, they wouldn’t see a healing back any longer, now it would be the slow growth of his beloved wings. To fairies, wings were as important as his dick, they were a reason for living, a joy and a curse.
His legs were quickly soaked and he filled his cupped hands with the hot liquid to splash over his face. The heat only added to the fire brewing in his body. He cupped his hands once more. This handful of water poured over his cock. It washed along his broad head and down his girth. After days without touching, the simple pleasure made him groan.
He used his right hand to grip his balls, squeezed and released. Then his palm swirled around the wet head. His lips parted involuntarily at the pleasure that suddenly swarmed. He gripped the shaft, pushed downward until his curved hand touched his balls then he pulled back up. A drop of white slithered to the slit and Thame swirled his thumb in his seed. He let go of his pleasure rod to move to his knees within the tub. It wasn’t exactly comfortable with his ankle sore as a virgin bride but this was his favorite position. On his knees with his dick rock hard, and though he would never admit this, he would usually find himself a delicate giant sunflower on the edge of the Fairy kingdom. The petals were so soft as he’d rub his cock up and down.
There was no sunflower here or Breena to watch so he closed his eyes and used his imagination. She would be before him with her night hair down and her legs spread wide. She could be soft as a flower petal or au natural and she would still be beyond beautiful. For this fantasy, he went with the bare skin. Her breasts would be bare and those nipples exposed to her pinching fingers.
Thame grabbed his dick, roughly he tugged it this way and that. The fantasy built in his mind. She would reached down and play with her wet entrance, tease him mercilessly until her orgasm bloomed. Then she’d beg for him to devour her as he did in that stormy kiss. What would she taste like? He pumped fast, the thickness swelled, the length stretched. Honey or some exotic flower or would she taste like she smelled, fresh rain and a hint of desire.
His lips parted, the groan unstoppable as streams of white hot cum shot from his quivering arousal. All the tension from the last few days faded into a blinding pleasure. His muscles tensed, his ankle screamed and Thame fell face first into the tub.
When he finally had the energy to pull himself to the edge, his ankle was useless. That left him sitting under the stream of hot water and savoring the feel while missing home like never before. He wanted to be under the waterfall that rested in the fairy kingdom. The water so clear one could see the bottom and so warm as to heat the skin even on the coldest night. He closed his eyes once again, thinking of Breena naked under the gush of water. Would he be able to hold his breath long enough to lick her to orgasm underwater? It was personal challenge he vowed to complete.
He washed up quickly and tugged on those testosterone-killing jeans. He missed his loincloth more than words could portray. His hair was sopping wet as he tugged it into a self-sustaining knot, pulled a loose dark blue shirt over his chest but it was only to hide his repairing wings. Stumbling back to his room was humbling to say the least. He used a combination of hops and groping the wall to successfully arrive at the open door. It took another minute or so for him to make it to the bed and then he collapsed. Between the gratifying orgasm and the trek here, he wanted nothing more than to nap. What happened to the fierce warrior that could go for days without rest? Of course, he wasn’t wingless with a fractured ankle back then.
The front door open and that blast of chilled air stung his damp skin. That sweet smell returned. He knew with a lingering erection who came through the door, Breena. She rubbed her tiny hands up and down her arms as she walked through his door. Her expression was less than friendly as she handed him a square of thick paper. Thame arched a brow, which prompted her to speak.
“Your ticket to the main land for the day after tomorrow.”
Was that what incited her foul mood? He wrapped his big hand around her arm and tugged until she landed with a frown beside him. “I have...” He was about to say King., “people I have to protect back there. When all is said and done I will come back.”
She nodded, a simple and quick jerk of her head. There were a few moments of silence. Thame took the time to rub his thumb across her chilled palm. It was quickly warming with each stroke. “Well, at least let me check your back again to make sure you don’t keel over on the boat.”
“My back is fine.” He tried for a calm carefree tone. The last thing he had time to do was explain his species. Maybe once they fully grew back, he would return and try to explain.
“The stitches may be holding but there could still be an infection.” She reached toward the rim of his shirt.
“As much as I want to show skin around you...my back is fine and your Grandmother will be home soon.”
“I’m just checking you wounds,” she said but a blush began to stain her cheeks.
“I’d rather steal a kiss.” He wanted to steal more than a kiss but until he had time to unravel his guilt, he’d settle with sipping from those sweet lips. His hand caressed her scalp and gently gripped her ponytail. Pressing her parted lips closer to his until they touched.
It was a gentleman’s kiss but not for long. Thame’s tongue parted and devoured. He greedily ate at her mouth. His hands drifted down to her hips as she tried to keep up with his wild blend of lips. “Breena.” It was a whisper as he broke off and drifted down her neck. Soft, barely touching her skin he traveled down
the pale column of her throat to her creamy cleavage.
He lapped at the top half of her breast and with each audible gasp, he shifted closer to the shirt rim. Thame slipped his tongue beneath the material and found the top of her lacy bra. Her hands landed on his thighs. Her fingers curled and nails pierced his jeans to mar his skin. A mark of claiming, he growled and returned to her lips. Pressing further, pushing harder until her back was against the bed and he lay atop her. His plans for a farewell kiss had gone completely askew as she kissed him back. He could feel her hard nipples through their clothing and shifted so his hand covered one. The peek pressed against his palm and she broke the kiss to gasp deeply.
Thame knew he was moving too fast but couldn’t control himself long enough to let the rational thought penetrate. All he could think about was Brenna beneath him and the sweet smell of arousal that filled the tiny room. He groped her breasts, gently as first, letting her get used to the feel of someone other than herself touching those plump tits.
“Thame.” Her plea was barely heard through the fog of lust.
He slowly lifted her shirt, her stomach was flat, the flesh unmarred. His fingertips traced a circle around her belly button as he pushed the annoyance higher. He needed to see her, to feel her, to touch and taste every inch of Breena.
“Thame!” Louder this time.
His tugged the shirt to her neck and gloried in the view of her breasts. The pink bra barely hid them, a sensual cover where her nipples pressed tightly against the material. He pulled one cup down to reveal an unhindered view and by the Goddess herself, a more perfect creature couldn’t exist. She had pale flesh surrounding a pointed, pink peek. His mouth watered, his cock screamed and jammed against the zipper.
Thame lowered and felt the shivering of her body just as his mouth covered the bud. Her back arched, her moan disastrous to his plans and her taste was out of this world. She may smell like fresh rain and desire but she tasted like smooth perfection. He tugged on the bud with his teeth, worked his mouth and sucked as she bucked beneath him. She screamed his name, her trembling body convulsing and the sweet smell of hunger clogged the air. Did she just orgasm? He glanced at her rapid breath, her closed eyes and then her covered crotch. He was sure as hell going to find out. Thame reached for her jeans, he tugged at the button just as she gasped and wrapped her hands around his wrists.
She was going to protest, he could tell by the furrow in her brow and the slight frown on her flushed face. “It’s okay, Breena.” He let the jeans go, she had this hint of fear hiding behind her eyes that he didn’t understand. It made him stop in his tracks and tighten the leash on his rampant desire. “I’m sorry if...”
“No.” She bit her lip and sat up as he did. “It’s just...I don’t...I mean...”
“Whatever your reason, I will respect it.” He shifted, his cock so hard he thought it may very well break through the metal teeth of the zipper and spring free to her gaze. What would she do when she saw his dick? Would her eyes light up and curiosity fill them? Would she be timid and let him teach her? Either scenario was food for his fantasies. To his surprise, she smiled and wrapped her around him in a hug.
“That was me first...you know...with a guy.”
“I will be your only.” His tone was sheer dominance but he couldn’t hold back. This was his woman. The claim was made. She only had to accept. Her body shivered against his and her breath teased the exposed skin on his neck. He was prepared to wrap his mouth against that bared nipple when the front door opened and a familiar chill swept the room. Company had once again interrupted.
Breena had never been happier to have Gran interrupt. She shoved her bra into place. Her shirt down and leapt to her feet. She didn’t even look back as she helped with the bags in Gran’s arms. “Iníon, are you feeling well? You look fevered.”
That would be the word to describe how she felt. She shook her head and hid her face as she began to put the containers away. When all was neatly tucked into the cabinets, she slipped into the bathroom and slid to the floor. Her heart still pounded. Not only did Thame kiss her, his mouth had been on her nipple and he’d given her an orgasm. It took her breath away and left her numb with longing when he tugged at her jeans. Then this overwhelming fear stole her passion. Was she ready to let a man down there? That was a big step toward womanhood. One she was ashamed to admit she was afraid to take. She had no idea how she’d react to sex.
Gran knocked softly on the door. “Did you ever talk to Mr. Creegan? We have to fix that car.”
“No Gran, I forgot.” More likely was distracted by the hot guy that made her debate virginity but she wasn’t yelling that through the door. “I’ll go now.”
“Thank you, Iníon!”
There was the soft patter of feet leading away from the door. Breena took a deep breath, squared her shoulders and stood. Dealing with Creegan sounded better than looking into Thame’s eyes. He was sure to sweep her right off her feet and out of her pants.
Mr. Creegan lived about half a mile away in a cottage similar to theirs. His was more cramped thanks to his fertile wife and the four teenage boys known as the terrors of Inis Mór. They usually kept their antics for the tourist, so Breena walked angrily down the long dirt path toward their house. How dare they break Gran’s windows. She was going to give them a piece of her pissed-off mind. Green grass and rock walls filled her vision on either side of the house along with a thick tree reaching awkwardly toward the sea like a mighty hand. She pounded her closed fist on the red door.
Mr. Creegan was short enough that even she looked awkwardly down at him. His head sprouted thin gray hair and a thick black mustache hiding the upper lip of his smile. “Breena! How nice ta see ye.”
That smile went to his eyes and it was a complete mystery how he could father four terrible boys. Then again, Emma, his wife was the size of a female wrestler with a temperament to match. “Hello Mr. Creegan. How’s Mrs. Creegan and yourself?”
“Oh, Emma’s just fine.” he shifted and gestured for her to come in. “We went to Doc Clarid’s a few days ago and found out we have another one on the way.”
Oh dear lord, the world cannot handle another Creegan boy. “Congratulations,” was all she said.
“She is determined ta have a girl before either of us turns fifty.”
He closed the door with small but firm hands. The soft click made Breena clear her throat in the stifling room. It was filled with toys, train sets, knitting material, books, three couches and a big TV. Along with two fat black cats, that eyed her with predatory twitches of their tails. “Gran wanted me to ask you to look at the car when you got a chance...” she wanted to finish this and talk to the boys. Standing here with the sweet Mr. Creegan made it hard for her blood to continue to simmer in anger.
His smile faltered. “When is that little lady going ta spend some money on a new car? And I thought ye were heading ta the main land fer some schooling?”
Brenna shifted from foot to foot. “Who knows, on both questions.” She smiled as he snorted. The man’s happy demeanor could improve anyone’s day.
“Well, tell ye Gran I’ll be over tamorrow. Emma is away on her holidays and I can’t leave this place ta the boys. They’d burn it down in half an hour.”
She didn’t doubt that. Breena heard the raucous laughter outside and tilted backward to peek through the only window in the room. Sure enough, the terrors were running up the way straight for a gnarly tree. “Well thanks Mr. Creegan.” He nodded with another one-lipped smile, and she found her way out quickly adding one more friendly wave before shutting the door.
The four red headed brats were cursing as one of them, Robin, scrambled up the tree trying to explain why he was holding hands with Mary Beth at school. “Creegan boys! You get down here right now.” Their heads wiped around and their eyes instantly jerked to the ground.
“What ‘er ya blaming us fer now?” the oldest, Nathan, muttered.
“You give me one good reason I shouldn’t upset your poor da
by telling him what you’ve done!” Breena ground her teeth.
“We didn’t do nothing!” the youngest chimed.
“Táimid innocent!” Eric added an innocent plea in Irish.
“You’re going to stand there and tell me you didn’t throw a bone at our window? That you didn’t shatter the glass and nearly harm us?” Their faces paled and a sliver of doubt formed in her head.
“We would never do that to ya! Your Gran has always snuck us cookies and been real nice,” the youngest sputtered.
“Besides we been down by the town trying to get money from the tourists.” The boy in the tree mumbled as he made his way to the ground.
They were lying. They had to be. Who else would do such a thing?
“We swear it, Breena.” The young, and in her opinion the only one not rotten to the core, said in his little voice.
“You boys better not be lying.” She frowned. Why did she believe them? They did sound sincere but then who smashed their window? The frown settled onto her features as she walked away. Uncertainty filled her stomach, and she rushed down the drive. The need to return home was suddenly heavy in her heart.
****
Thame wrapped the lavender smelling cloth around his swollen ankle, lowered his pant leg and laid supine on the bed. He raised his hands and rested his head atop them with a soft sigh. His mind was rampant with thoughts about the kingdom, about leaving Breena and it disturbed him how close he valued both. A woman had never taken hold of his heart to tightly or so quickly. Of course, she wasn’t a woman, yet. Sure, she had the curves but he was going to be the one to break that boundary and bring her to womanhood with a scream of pleasure.
The sun was beginning to set. Shadows beneath the door grew. He tilted his head to stare through his door and into the kitchen. The window there reflected his suspicion. Night approached. He wasn’t alone. Breena’s Gran entered the bathroom some time ago and the rush of water sounded through the old pipes. He wanted her to stay in there for hours so when Breena returned he could wrap his arms around her and spend hours kissing those sweet lips. Why couldn’t he seem to get enough of her?
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