His eyes went downcast, but Gran was the one who answered. “Iníon, I am part troll.”
Okay, any other surprises would have to wait for tomorrow. “What?”
“And...I’m pretty sure you are part fairy.”
“The last time I checked, I didn’t have wings sticking out of me back.”
“This is all dandy, but we have to leave.” The other…fairy, said as he stood outside their house. “And your house is on fire.”
Breena jerked around to see the hallway filling with thick, black smoke. “Fook.”
“Care for a ride?” Thame whispered as he leaned closer.
She wanted a ride all right but not the kind he was suggestion. The sexual tension built inside her body until she was ready to explode. Breena placed her arms around his neck and shivered as he pressed their bodies tightly together. She heard Gran squeal in delight as the other fairy leapt with her into the sky. Thame kept his eyes on her as the lifted off the ground and actually flew out the window. Flames began to lick at the sky and a portion of the roof collapsed as they flew higher into the dark night. Emotions were running rampant, fear, excitement, sadness, delight. She held tighter, her hard nipples pressing ever closer to his bare chest. He wore the jeans she loved so much and she wanted to grin. Of course, that’s when reality reared its head. The house, her beloved house exploded. The smoke and fire burst into the clear night sky.
That was everything she owned, everything Gran owned and collected over the years. The photos of her childhood were ash. All her books were now fuel for the fire. She couldn’t seem to glance away from the destruction as they landed on the very edge of the cliffs on Inis Mór. Breena didn’t see Gran anywhere but spun around to watch the bright ball of flame that used to be her home. How could everything she worked so hard for be gone so quickly? Tears blurred the vision.. He pressed his front to her back and his lips to her ear.
“I’m so sorry.”
She nodded. It wasn’t his fault. Trolls had attacked and he had saved them.
“Breena...”
She tilted her head to stare into his mesmerizing eyes.
“I don’t yet have all my strength. Bray will have to carry you the rest of the way.”
There was someone beside her, but she didn’t bother to look. “The rest of the way? Where?”
“You’re in danger here. The trolls know about you. Both of you are coming to my home.”
He let her go, and she found herself face to face with a pretty, female fairy. She smiled sweetly and wrapped her arms around her waist. The ground once again dropped from her feet and together they flew right over the body of water.
The flight gave Breena time to think, to assimilate what had happened to bring her rubbing breasts with a real fairy. It wasn’t long before land was once again beneath them, which made the trip much less terrifying.
Green, rolling hills passed beneath and a cluster of trees. A large willow tree came into view and then she was in absolute denial as this amazing kingdom was laid out before her. Tall towers were scattered with brightly painted dome tops. Gigantic sunflowers were reaching for the sky. Could they even get that big? There was some sort of big castle like structure in the middle of this place. It rose as tall as the others with green vines climbing the side. A waterfall greeted her ears, but she couldn’t see it. She was too busy digesting the amazing view of Thame’s home. What was that American saying about not being in Colorado or Kansas anymore, something like that? She sure as hell wasn’t in either place. This was magnificent. The cool air rushed passed her as they fell, rather quickly toward the ground. They landed in a lush pile of three leaf clovers as Thame landed directly behind them.
She quickly separated their breasts and spun in a circle at the amazing view of this magical place. “You live here?” He nodded just as a familiar squeal of delight sounded above. Gran was hugging some well-muscled man in a loincloth. It looked similar to the one Thame had worn when they first met.
“That was the best ride I’ve had in years!” Gran grinned and glanced around at the world that took Breena by complete surprise. “So this is it. I finally get to see the fairy kingdom.”
Not only were there fairies but they had a freaking kingdom? She felt lost in the middle of a strange, wacky world.
“Welcome to our home.”
She turned to see another fairy with huge blue-green wings step from the palace’s doors. “Um, thanks.” What was she supposed to say? Did I die in that fight and go to some warped form of heaven?
“You must be the king. I’m Abigail, and this is Breena.” Gran spoke as she gave a slight curtsey.
A woman came from the doors behind him and joined Bray. She instantly felt a wave of self-consciousness. They were gorgeous, beyond beautiful and looking at them made her feel rather dull in comparison. Okay, she died and went to a warped form of hell. Normal women didn’t look this beautiful and the new girl had white wings sprouting daintily from her back.
“Why don’t you both come in and rest. You’ve been through a lot tonight.”
Gran nodded her head and grabbed Breena’s hand. A smile lingered on her lips, and she glanced at the faces of the fairies. Was she looking for someone? What was all that part-troll business? They entered the hall, which was wider than an average hallway. She felt Thame behind her, his heat, his intensity, as she stumbled along the path. Twice she tripped and had to catch herself before she took Gran down with her. It seemed like her clumsiness was back. Didn’t it just figure.
They were led into a large chamber with glass ceilings to reveal the cloudy night sky and glass walls to showcase this amazing place. Breena didn’t bother to sit. Instead she walked to the nearest transparent wall and stared out. Thame remained by the door. His eyes follow her every move. The king sat beside Gran who decided to flirt with every breath. She had never seen her Gran so happy to have her world thrown upside down.
“You seem to know a lot about us.”
Gran nodded. “When me mother was younger, she was attacked by a troll. It didn’t kill her, but I was the result.” Silence seemed to engulf the room. “I don’t sympathize with them at all, which is why I took care of that one.” She pointed to Thame.
“We are glad to have you.” King Carrick smiled slightly. “Thank you for watching over my warrior, my friend.”
“And what am I?” Breena turned from the view although she made a note to spend hours memorizing the landscape.
Gran walked to her and placed a hand on her shoulder. “Iníon, your mother, me little girl was a fool. She returned from but I never knew from where. She brought you with her. The moment I turned me back, she was gone, but I got the gift of you. I can sense the fairy blood within you.”
Just went she thought it couldn’t get stranger. Her mouth opened but no words came out. Instead, she turned back to the glass and the night surrounding the fairy kingdom. She was part of this world. Her blood wasn’t all human. How long had Gran kept this from her? Should she be angry? She didn’t feel angry. She felt lost, confused and overwhelmed.
“You are both welcome here for as long as you would like.” Carrick said.
Gran thanked him but remained by her side. It was like a dream, a fantastic, scary dream that she couldn’t control. They moved out of the room to another set of doors. She didn’t speak to Thame or anyone as she walked through an open bedroom door and to the bed. Then she removed her shoes and snuggled beneath the covers.
Their house was gone. Their life was forever changed and now she might not be human. There was a soft thud of the door closing. Was she even alone? She had no idea and didn’t care as she lay on her back staring at the high ceiling. The bed dipped, and instantly the warm male fragrance surrounded her. Thame’s muscular arms wrapped around her and she didn’t fight as he pulled her toward him. It was like a warm cocoon, a blanket straight from the dryer. She cuddled her back against his front and closed her eyes. Tomorrow would be another day. She’d sort out this mess then. Right now, she wanted
nothing more than to sleep and feeling Thame’s soft breathing was the ultimate harmony.
****
Morrigan could hardly believe her eyes as that green-haired fairy placed his arms around her and took her high into the air. She was ready to shoot him when he dipped low and rushed high in some sort of display. After she threatened his nuts, he sped up. The place truly was a kingdom. That is if that ‘I’m really in a coma’ thing didn’t pan out. She was left in a beautiful bedroom with a balcony. That’s where she stood now, on the balcony with her knuckles turning white from gripping the bars. This just couldn’t exist. There were more than one of these fairy things and now she was in some kind of hidden dome city with sunflowers on crack. Seriously, they were freaking huge and she’d gawked at them for nearly ten minutes now. The sun had set some time ago, but no matter the perfect mattress, she just couldn’t close her eyes.
She took a deep breath and glanced downward. This room was three stories up. There was no doubt she wanted to explore the place. Maybe she would find evidence this was all a rouse or she really was in a coma. Keeping her weapons on, she slowly made her way out the bedroom and down the hall. She had no idea which way to go and hit several dead ends before she found a door that opened up to the cool night air. There were flowers already blooming here and a few willow trees dotted on either side.
Morrigan walked quietly in the shadows until she reached one of those drug-mutated sunflowers. Her palm pressed against the prickly stem, and she pushed with all her might and the thing didn’t even sway. It had to be fake.
There was crack of twig and a flash of color. She spun around to face the shadows. Her knife was out, pulled from between her tits like a magical wand. The blade glinted in the moonlight, but nothing rushed her. Even the shadows seemed to still, nothing out of place caught her eyes. After another ten seconds, she returned the knife and faced the sunflower. She would find out if this place was some elaborate set up.
Morrigan began to climb the stem of the sunflower. She’d done rock walls and a thousand rope climbs at the police academy to show the boys there she was just as tough as them. It had worked and after all the practice, she could rope climb like a pro. Granted this was not anything like a rope, it pricked her skin and the girth made it a slow process but she made it to the top were petals sprung outward. There was no way to maneuver atop them so she dug her heels in and glanced out right where she was. It didn’t help her suspicions at all. There really was a kingdom here and what looked like a waterfall. A fucking waterfall. Really?
It took twice as long to shimmy her way down, but eventually her feet hit the ground and she began to trek to that cascade of water. It was down a deserted path with high castle like homes sprouting into the air. Everything was three or four stories here. They were spaced pretty far apart with grass and empty flowerbeds.
She came upon the waterfall after the last house with the red dome top. Her mouth popped open. No fucking way was this real. She stumbled over the uneven grass to the edge of the water and used that handy knife to peel away grass. There was a liner under here somewhere but no matter how far she checked nothing. This was a real waterfall. Morrigan sat back on her haunches and stared around at the world that might very well exist. What the hell had Brook gotten them into?
“Satisfied?”
A voice echoed and she spun around with knife pointed outward. Morrigan slowly lifted to her feet still trying to pinpoint a location. A shadow shifted and she tried to hold her shiver as the blue-haired fairy approached. Her shiver was definitely not because of fear.
This guy was tall and built like a warrior, a successful one. His hair was spiked and blue, freaking blue like a crayon, but it looked hot on him. His wings were black as night, she could hardly tell them apart from the darkness around them. At least he wore clothes. He was covered head to toe in old-fashioned material. It looked like it was from the 1800’s. Did these guy’s live that long? It was loose around the neck and a thin black rope replaced buttons. His pants were tied at the waste and everything was in that menacing black. She assessed it all, including the weapons he carried as he took three steps toward her. Morrigan raised her knife. “You are?”
Blue man didn’t answer. He took one more step forward and glanced back at the waterfall. His eyes were dark gray, nearly black and they locked with hers. “It’s dangerous out here.”
She gripped her knife tighter as she heard the subtle footsteps behind her. The moment his muscles tensed for a fight, she spun and tipped backward. The blade had been aimed for her torso and she barely missed its point as she fell on her ass. Morrigan used both legs to kick the thing in front of her. She didn’t know what it was, or if they were on the same side, all she understood was that it was attacking her. It stumbled back and its mouth parted in a gasp.
A blade protruded from its neck as blood splattered. She looked away, not because death upset her stomach but because blue man had glowing eyes trained right on her. She heard the swift removal of his sword from whatever the fuck attacked them. Morrigan swallowed hard as his black wings fluttered like one of hell’s fairies.
“Whisper.” He leaned closer, nearly hovering over her supine form.
“Okay,” she whispered and frowned when a small attempt at a smile formed on his face. “What, I’m whispering?” Morrigan rolled away from him and quickly rose to her feet. She didn’t expect to feel radiating warmth behind her and this fairy’s breath across her neck. Another shiver racked her body, and she couldn’t move despite the warning bells going off in her head. Her breast rose and fell quickly with sharp breaths.
“It’s my name. Whisper.” He did just that, right against her skin and caused her body to clench in lust.
She opened her lips to retort and send him on his way but then he pressed his body against her back. His lips delicately closed over her skin and he kissed her on her neck. Morrigan wanted to scream. What was she doing? This was some stranger with fucking wings. Maybe the craziness really was contagious. He kissed higher, little touches until he reached her earlobe.
“Say it.”
“Kiss my ass.” This time fear crept up her spine. She was the dominant not him. The decision was made long ago that she would not be submissive. She wouldn’t let any man control her again.
“I’d be happy to.”
She finally jerked free. Afraid he really would pull her jeans down and give her ass an affectionate touch. Once she moved away and he no longer touched her, the perimeter defenses returned. “I don’t give a shit what your name is.” She pushed her blade into its sheath and gave her best attempt at her ‘don’t fuck with me’ look. Honestly, she’d probably never again be able to whisper without thinking of him. “Why did hell spit you back out?” She didn’t face him as she spoke.
Whisper growled and approached her again.
“Just back the fuck off, Blueman.” Morrigan turned on him, her hand on the gun at her hip as she went back the way she came. Her blood was pumping, heart beating wildly and she forced herself not to rush. Knowing he followed, watching her like a nerve inducing push toward the edge of sanity.
She was careful with each step without showing that she was trying to avoid falling flat on her face. The walk home was agonizing and the moment she saw the door into the palace she wanted to run. Instead, she held her ground, walked slowly and listened closely to the flutter of wings nearby. They were black like that shadows he hid in, and Morrigan rushed the last few steps into the palace. The moment the door shut, she leaned against it. He was trouble. That fairy had managed to kiss her neck without being kicked in the nuts.
Morrigan rushed to her room not bothering to pretend she was unaffected. Well, the encounter called for a bottle of strong Irish beer and a one-way ticket out of here. She would say her goodbyes to Brook and get the green guy to fly her out of here. There was no way she was going to stay within a thousand miles of Whisper.
He was a dominant male and she would not be his submissive female. Another shiver ran down her s
pine, and she stopped throwing clothes in her small bag. Memories assaulted her, ones she would rather forget entirely. It was a combination of blood, pain and the urge to find a dark corner to hide in. She had vowed long ago to never again be a victim. She would never allow herself to be dominated and this blue haired fucking fairy would not change that.
****
Queen Brook had problems mounting. A war with the trolls was slowly brewing, Carrick was moody with everything going on, and she was not yet pregnant. Now, her cousin Morrigan seemed to have freaked out and taken off. What the hell happened? She rounded the corner picking up the strap on her floral sundress. The thing was forever falling down her arm. She stopped mid-step as a women accompanied Carrick. They were walking down the corridor toward the guest rooms.
“Can I speak with Keyn?” The elder woman asked. Her happiness was quickly replaced by a frown as she glanced at the nearby door.
Was this the grandmother? Brook managed to catch a look at Thame’s woman and the quick look reminded her of someone, but who?
“Maybe tomorrow, Abigail. Here is your room.” Carrick spoke patiently.
“Thank you very much, your highness.” The elder woman giggled like a schoolgirl and disappeared into the room.
Carrick nodded with a smile then spun to face his queen. “Why are things never simple?”
“Because then I’d never be able to give you a good rub down after a hard day’s work.” She winked.
“They were attacked.” he sighed, placed an arm around her shoulder and began walking toward their master bedroom. “They’re both okay but the house caught fire.”
“Oh, that’s horrible.”
“To add to that, the grandmother told Thame’s woman she might possibly be part fairy and that she, herself, is part troll.”
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