“Wow, there’s a lot in that gene pool.”
Carrick tilted his head. “Jean and a pool?”
Brook lifted a brow. After explaining the simple things she didn’t have time for the complicated. “Never mind. Although it would be nice having some surface dwellers down here,” she quipped knowing he had no idea what she was talking about. “We could talk modern appliances.” She grinned at her own lame joke and was quickly distracted by Carrick’s mouth on her neck.
“When she was upset...” he kissed her neck. “I have never seen Thame so worried.” A kiss to her jaw. “After all these years he’s showing some real emotion. It’s a nice look for him.” he stopped to smile then carefully backed her up to the wall just outside their room. “I do remember you saying something about a rub down.”
“Sure, that you remember.” Brook grinned and licked her lips. Carrick pushed down the straps that once again dropped on her shoulders. He tugged until her bare breasts slowly came free. Her little pink nipples hardened. He still had that instant effect on her. His head lowered and his mouth closed over the peek with such an exquisite suck, she moaned. Her thighs began to quiver from trying to keep them shut but his knee slipped between them and pressed against her crotch. This was the reason she wore so many dresses since she met Carrick.
“Did you forget panties again?” He growled the words into her ear.
Brook simply nodded and shifted her legs further apart so his bare leg could rub against her eager flesh. His mouth assaulted each pink bud as she began to shift her hips forward and back. Stimulation made her entrance weep and the sweet smell of her own desire wafted to her nose. “Carrick...”
“Yes, my Queen...”
She was going to say get down on your knees, a good tongue lashing is in order but an image suddenly popped into her head she couldn’t ignore. The high cheeks bones of Thame’s woman, the small nose, the overall look. They reminded her of someone, and it was bugging the hell out of her.
“Brook?” He lifted a brow. “You’re usually not distracted when I play with you.” Carrick mumbled and lowered to his knees.
“She just looked so familiar.”
Her skirt lifted. The cool air drifted across her heated tender flesh. “Who?”
“Thame’s woman.”
“Breena...is not a concern right now.”
His tongue found the perfect spot to lap. Her body shivered. A finger penetrated her weeping hole. Thinking was becoming an annoying task right now, what with the hot, sexy guy currently licking her. Brook’s head fell back. Pleasure swarmed as he found her extended bud and suckled.
The orgasm tore through her system, streams of intense pleasure swarmed and she could only feel as the moment slowly passed. She gasped when the pleasure faded. How lucky was she to wake up every morning to him? Damned lucky that’s for sure. Despite the rocky start and her occasional thought on Valen. The wingless fairy that kidnapped her and wiggled into the darkest parts of her heart. She was a woman in heaven. That sneaky, skillful tongue entered her body and she gasped, struck by the sheer, erotic sight. The king of all the fairies was on his knees with his head between her legs. A face passed through her vision. A memory. “Holy shit!”
“What?” Carrick was instantly on his feet, his thick cock tenting the loincloth that barely covered his erection.
The image had just come to her; she instantly recognized the similarities in the two women. “I think I know who Breena’s mother is...”
He frowned, adjusted his cock and took a firm stance before her. “Well...”
“Grace.”
“Who?”
Ah, hell, she’d never wanted to mention Valen’s name in front of Carrick again. After their last encounter, it should have been a sin to ruin this perfectly hot moment. The truth sometimes sucked. “A woman that was...with...Valen. She looked young but maybe with the whole fairy age thing...Grace could be Breena’s mother.” When a human staid with a fairy and exchanged bodily fluids the aging process was slowed which was one of the pros about staying here. If that was true for the wingless fairies than Thame’s woman really could be part fairy and even Valen’s daughter. Brook’s mouth popped open at the thought. Did Valen even know he might have a daughter? This was about to get a whole lot of crazy. She glanced at Carrick.
His demeanor changed at the name, his lips pressed firmly together and the sexually excited man turned into that jealous glare. He had every right, too, which is what killed her heart. She had nearly fallen for Valen when those fucking trolls had kidnapped her and he saved her.
Finding out that Valen was a wingless fairy with toxins in his skin was the only thing that brought her out of her confused stupor. Even now, she was ashamed when she occasionally thought of him. She loved Carrick with all her heart and every bit of her soul, but Valen had also nudged his way in there. If they would just get along and share, but that would be unfair to everyone but her. She was no longer a lawyer from America, she was Queen now and she had to act like one. “I’m guessing that rub down is out of the question...”
Carrick lifted her dress to cover her breasts. “No, it’s not a question. It’s rescheduled for later.”
Brook couldn’t fight the excited shiver despite the situation.
“I have to talk to the others...”
“I am going to go with you.” He shook his head and she was ready to protest when he placed a finger against her lips.
“If you go, I’ll only think about laying you on the table and fucking you. Brook, I am not in the mood to share you.”
With another shiver, she opened her mouth and nibbled on his fingertip. “Fine, I’ll be on the bed waiting...” She turned around and moved to their bedroom door. Brook lifted the dress right over her head. Her ass sashayed and she knew without a doubt his eyes followed. “...and naked.”
Chapter Nine
Breena dreamt of fairies, little ones that buzzed like mosquitoes as they flew by her ears. There was a forest, loaded with creepy shadows that opened up to a world unlike any other. Castles and giant trees looked like they giggled when the wind blew. She knew it wasn’t real, but the warmth here was.
As content as she felt wrapped in a world of fairytales, the slow edges of the real world began to bleed through. The birds stopped chirping, a few voices sounded but she couldn’t make out what they said. The fairies disappeared and the magical world slowly pulled apart until an empty space remained. It was like they were sucked away by some invisible twister. Would she ever see them again? She turned back to the forest but it was no longer there. Instead she walked right over a hill and fell to the ground. It seemed to take forever for the ground to catch her and then her lids opened.
She was in a room, not a forest. Strong white and green tones were everywhere. The walls were spring green with a floral print right out of the 1800’s. She took a deep breath and knew that musky fragrance. Breena glanced at Thame as he lay beside her. His arms outstretched, one resting on her hip and the other cradled beneath her head. He looked so peaceful.
His hair was loose and scattered along his shoulders. There was an overwhelming desire to lean forward and press her lips against his. Then her eyes fell upon his wings and her mouth opened. She wasn’t dreaming anymore. This was real. Thame was lying in bed with her with wings sticking from his back. She popped up.
“Don’t fall off the bed.” His lips moved but his eyes remained closed. “I know how clumsy you can get.”
“There’s no food around,” she mumbled, and his lips lifted in a small grin.
Breena smiled too and didn’t protest when he pulled her back down to the soft, pale green sheets. His lids lifted and those intense eyes focused solely on her.
She wanted to say something, needed answers to all the craziness from yesterday but at this moment with his body so close and his eyes so feral, she couldn’t speak. Thame leaned forward and pressed his lips to hers. She didn’t want to protest but couldn’t quite kiss back. The man had wings , for crying out loud.
He must have sensed her hesitation because he pulled back. His expression said it all. She had hurt him by the rejection. That was quickly replaced by a stone expression as if nothing could penetrate his heart. “So, you’re a fairy.”
He nodded. “And a man.”
She was aware of that fact. He was shirtless and no man had ever looked better without that useless garment. He had the body of some ancient warrior, Achilles or Hercules, muscle under tanned skin. He was created to be drooled over, to save helpless maidens and Breena had him all to herself. She bit her lips and asked, “Can I see them?”
Thame lifted a brow, nodded and moved to his stomach.
“That’s why you didn’t want me to check your back.” The thought dawned as those magnificent wings were before her. Could anything look more delicate? It was such a contradiction to his muscular frame. They were gold like his hair with a slight red tint along the very edge.
“I didn’t know how to tell you I wasn’t human.”
“I understand that. Apparently I’m not either.” The words were bitter but forgotten as she reached out and swept her fingertips across Thame’s wings. It was so soft and warm.. Holy hell, the fantasies running through her head would make a whore blush. Gran would surely call this wandering. Breena leaned closer, her legs pressing against his as she knelt and ran her palm along the length. They were exactly where those wounds had been. “How did you lose them?” When they met, he was essentially wingless.
“Trolls.” He grunted the words. “They cut them off.”
She couldn’t stop the wince. How could anyone destroy something so beautiful? She pulled the sheets lower, her hand shifting to his lower back. Her palm rubbed along his hot flesh. He was normal everywhere else. She smiled when she saw the top of those blue jeans. “They’re magnificent.” She sounded a little awed but couldn’t prevent it. Didn’t it figure she’d fall for a man with wings.
Thame shifted to his side and sat up to face her. He kissed her jaw, a light touch then traveled down her neck. Breena’s eyes closed involuntarily. His hands gathered her hair and the tie that held the wild locks at bay snapped. Her eyes popped open as he ran his fingers through them. “I wanted to see your hair down.”
She bit her lip as nerves began to pummel her senses. Was this it? Was she about to spread her legs and let this fairy make love to her? Fear began to grow in the back of her mind. It was accompanied by the familiar thought; it wasn’t so bad being a virgin. She could live without a man’s touch, but he was no ordinary man. He was a fairy. “Thame...” Was she really going to protest? It was on the tip of her tongue when he pressed his finger to her lips.
“I just want to see you. I need to taste you.”
Okay now that sounded delicious. The t-shirt was over her head a moment later. She watched it fly from his fingertips to the floor. Here she was, sitting in her bra in front of the man that seemed to say and do all the right things. She wasn’t this lucky.
There was a soft knock at the door and she jerked her hands to her covered breasts. Dear God, please don’t let it be Gran. She was scattering back, ready to hide under the bed if she had to when she slid right off the bed and onto her ass. The thump sent the air right from her lungs and her head fell back to the carpet. She lay there as the door opened and the King popped his head through the opening. Now this was the real scramble. She shoved her feet beneath her so fast she couldn’t control the downward spiral of events. Her foot caught in the shirt previously discarded, her back slid against the small wooden side table beside the bed, which made the snaps in her bra pop open. Her mouth jerked open to gasp as she tried desperately to end the torture.
Brenna ended up on her front with her wad of loose black hair covering her face. There was a growl, a few words and the King quickly shut the door. Thame was now staring at her from the bed with a big, foolish grin. Holding her bra in place, she shifted to her back and glared up at him.
“I told you not to fall off the bed.”
“I don’t follow orders well, just ask Gran,” she mumbled and shook her head. Brenna closed her eyes as the embarrassment hit and a flush crept into her cheeks. There was a loud flutter, wisps of hair shifted from her face with the breeze and when she opened her eyes Thame was above her. He was floating; well not really, his wings were rapidly moving without making much of a sound. It was amazing and a smile spread her lips. When he grinned back, she leaned up and pressed her lips against his. Fear be damned.
His kiss was a gentle persuasion; his lips swept hers into a whirlwind of passion as his tongue cautiously invaded her mouth. It was unreal. His tongue was in her mouth and the feeling was a rush of primitive sensations. She simply lay there and followed his slow, sweet progress. His arms wrapped behind her neck and around her hip. Slowly, he lifted her off the green rug and back onto the bed.
When she landed, Thame laid atop her. His weight wasn’t like time his unconscious body fell on her. He held most of his weight on his forearms as his lips left hers and began to travel down her neck. The need to scream was on the tip of her lips. Pleasure swirled but never quite reached any heights as he took his time with her breasts. He pulled the bra away to reveal her creamy globes. Would she have another orgasm simply from his lips on her peaks? Breena was awfully excited to find out.
Thame’s tongue swirled around her nipple. His teeth grazed her flesh and the teasing made her blood boil. When he finally took that excited bud into his mouth, delight burst through her body. Her back arched and her knees fell open. His hips quickly took the available space and he pressed his thick erection against the crotch of her jeans. They both wore them but she could still feel the pressure against her tender folds.
He made love to her nipples. It was the only way to explain the long exquisite process. His mouth took the right peak and turned it red from attention, his teeth, tongue, sucking and then he moved to the other. Her hand rose from the bed and locked onto his shoulders as her body hummed with desire.
He kept sucking and tugging. Her body shivered as her hips pressed higher into him. She moaned, couldn’t hold it back and he growled. Her heartbeat tripled at the dominant sexual sound. “Thame.” His name was a whisper, a silent plea on her lips but he must have heard. He shifted off her, and she cried out. Her nipples puckered violently as the cool air hit them.
“Hush,” he murmured and pressed her knees further apart with his hand.
Thame was close enough to nibble on her left nipple and he did so. The bud screamed in satisfaction as his hand slid down her flat torso and to the top of her jeans.
Was this really happening? Thame was about to expose her. He was about to see the skin no one had seen since she was a babe. The button popped open, his mouth his working on her breast and the sound of the zipper lowering was like thunder in the quite room. Her breath was erratic; she squeezed her hands into fists and pressed her eyes firmly shut.
Fear reared its ugly head. Why the hell was she so nervous of sex? Thame had been nothing but gentle. Breena pressed her eyes tighter, held her breath as cool air fanned her panties. The unknown was what scared her. What if it hurt? What if he was too rough? What if she hated sex? The romance novels portrayed such romantic trysts, but would that even come close to real life?
“Breathe...” Thame spoke quietly and she took his advice, taking a deep breath she didn’t know she held. “I just want to touch you.”
She nodded. Panic made the motions choppy. His fingertips slipped under the rim of her panties, his palm was warm as he pressed against her stomach. Breena actually jumped when his fingers touched her pussy.
“Breena, I will never hurt you.”
She nodded again, feeling utterly foolish. Thame had not given her one reason to be afraid, sure, he lied once about the whole being human thing, but she did understand the reasons. His finger touched her clit and she nearly jumped from the bed. She would have if his leg hadn’t swooped over one of hers and his other hand anchored in her hair.
“Keep your thighs open.” He
spoke directly into her ear.
Oh, right, she forgot about that. Breena opened her legs and his hand slithered lower. His fingers found that extended nub and circled it. Breena’s world collided with pure gratification. He circled again, swirling over the most sensitive area of her body.
The orgasm was so close she couldn’t control the movement of her hips or the raspy groan from her lips. He didn’t give up either, Thame circled her clit until that orgasm shot straight to her heart and made the world explode. All her muscles tensed, she couldn’t breathe as pleasure flooded and slowly, ever so slowly began to fade.
When her breath returned to normal and her heart stopped hammering a mile a minute, Breena opened her eyes. He wasn’t staring between her legs or her exposed breasts. Thame gazed at her face, that beautiful rare smile on his face.
“Sweet Goddess, you are so beautiful.”
Breena blushed more, if that was even possible. His hand rested against her crotch and he lowered his head to swirl his tongue against her chilled nipple. She wanted to say something but no words would form and then his hand slipped even lower. His fingertip was at her entrance. “Thame,” she whispered his name and he lost contact with her nipple to kiss her lips. His finger entered, slowly penetrating her body.
The pain she feared was lost in the swarm of enchantment. His entire finger entered her and it was so incredible, she closed her eyes to concentrate on the feeling. It pushed through unused muscle, stretched them in a pleasant way before retreating.
“I want your clothes off.” His voice was different, deep and growled.
Before she could protest, although that wasn’t likely to happen, he sat up and tugged her jeans down her legs. Her breaths were gasps as he knelt before her and clasped each leg to expose her center. She still had on her pink panties but they were pretty much sheer. He gazed between her legs like a man lost and naked in the Harem’s palace.
Thame reached up and grabbed her breasts, kneading them in his big hands. “I want you in these all the time,” he muttered with a pinch to her nipples. “I want all different colors over your pretty parts.”
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