Had the heat just clicked on? Why was she suddenly five times hotter after he growled those words? He shifted, laid between her legs and she shut her eyes from nerves. His face was inches away from her wet flesh, and she couldn’t bare the sight. What was he thinking? When would she get to see his good bits? His hands landed on her thighs and pressed them even further apart, spreading wider than she thought possible until he rubbed his cheek against her crotch. A shiver racked her body. His mouth fell over the panties directly above her clit.
He sucked and her body flew into a storm of emotions. She couldn’t control the movement of her hips. They lifted to get closer and her fingers slid through his silky golden locks. They scattered, teasing her thighs as he released her overwhelmed bud. Thame took one look at her face and then used his teeth to pull the panties aside.
“Holy shite.” His breath feathered across her bare skin, and she wanted to explode again. He stared at the hairless area with a slow grinning smile. Now his mouth was directly on her and excitement overcame the nerves.
His lips parted, he leaned closer and his tongue swiped across the little bud. She couldn’t breathe, forgotten how as an orgasm so intense formed. She could only hear her heart thumping and the pleasure rushing through her veins. Her hips landed on the bed, and she gasped. The books didn’t come close to explaining oral sex. Her pussy was on fire. She thought for sure he was done and she was a little anxious to glimpse his good bits. Instead of letting her up, he captured her bud between his teeth and tugged.
Breena jerked up, but his hands pushed her back down. That hurt but it blended with pleasure and confused the shit out of her. His tongue was now at her entrance. It circled the hole as her fingers dug into his scalp. His tongue entered, the wet appendage parted her flesh and stabbed until she squeezed her inner muscles for more.
“Thame!” She was going to burst and take him with her. Her legs stretched further apart. She needed more. She wanted more. “Please.” The words slipped from her lips and his tongue began a slow torturous rhythm. In and out it drove. His fingers rushed across her clit but not fast enough to bring her over the edge. He tasted her, moaning like he hadn’t eaten in days and she was all the more thrilled. Goose bumps rose all over her body. His tongue lifted to her clit and began stroking.
His fingers were at her entrance now. Two of them pierced and then a piercing pain shot from her pussy. She gasped, tried to pull away, but he wouldn’t let her budge. Instantly she knew she was no longer a virgin.
That was it then. Virginity was forever gone. Good riddance. Another gasp tore through her thoughts as three fingers began to wiggle their way inside her tight channel. Pain blended with pleasure, his mouth took a hold of her clit and worked her bud until sheer lust ruled her every breath.
Then another orgasm tore through her body. Endorphins surged, bliss touched her like the bite of a winter storm and she collapsed while trying to desperately to catch her breath. He didn’t move as she lay there. Made no attempt to mount her. He simple removed his fingers and rose to lie beside her. Thame sprinkled little kisses on her breast. “Are you well?”
She snorted. “You could say that.” She hadn’t expected so much from intimacy. Still the question nagged and she really wanted to tear away his jeans to see all of him. He would probably look amazing naked, all his muscles and that thick penis jutting. She felt it against her and could only imagine the girth, it scared the freaking crap out of her but she still wanted to see it.
“I want to taste you again, when you’re spread open on the top of a sunflower.”
Breena swallowed hard, that was a whole lot different from the privacy of this room.
“And in my home, my bed...my garden...when it’s finished.” He kissed her neck.
“You have a garden.” He nodded but didn’t continue. His tongue latched onto her nipple and sent flares of pleasure between her legs. She was too exhausted to have another orgasm, wasn’t she? Breena bit her bottom lip, maybe one more or two. She grinned and brushed her fingers through his golden strands. They looked amazing tangled with her black locks. His hand was between her legs in an instant, rubbing the panties against her clit and causing her body to jerk.
“I love that.”
“What?”
“The way you instantly want more. The way your cheeks flush a pretty pink. The feel of your pussy around my fingers.” He pushed the panties aside and slid a finger deep inside her as he spoke. “I love everything about you.”
There was a sudden sharp slam against the door. They both jerked their head toward it. “Trolls!” A voice yelled and then the fast flutter of wings.
“Shite.” Thame pulled his fingers from her and rushed off the bed as she said the curse. She wanted more time with him. She wanted to see his good bits, damn it!
***
Thame wanted to shout with frustration. He finally had her under his hands and relaxed. Next time, he was taking her to a secluded place and locking the door for good measure. There would, without a doubt, be a next time. Breena was his woman. Thame didn’t care if she was part fairy or troll or horned monster from the depths of hell, his heart and soul had already chosen her.
Breena was dressed by the time he shoved on his sword belt and hid a few knives on his person. She was opening the door just as Abigail rushed toward it. They hugged, suspended by a moment of emotion that Thame longed to be a part of. He liked the old woman despite her earlier threats. She was tough, wise and would make one hell of family member. A family. If all went well he’d have his own family. He never thought he would have such an amazing thing. Thame stumbled and nearly collided with the embracing women.
“What? Is clumsiness catching?” Abigail muttered.
“I’ve got them!” Bray turned the corner her sword out and her lips pressed tightly together in a look of determination. “You watch my man’s back.” There was no debating that fact.
He nodded and turned to Breena. “She’ll kill anything before it gets close to you. Stay here. I will return.”
Breena nodded but Abigail stepped up to him. “I may be part troll, but I hate them. Kick their ass.”
He smiled at her feisty tone and nodded. “You should meet Whisper.” Thame snorted then took off down the hallway, his wings making the speed quick and effortless. When he burst out the door his sword gripped firmly the sounds of battle were unmistakable. Thick blades clashed and shouts accompanied screeches. The smell of blood was fresh in the breeze. He took off toward the sky, anger simmering in his blood as the memories assaulted. Trolls had been nothing but a problem. It was time they solved this.
He broke the surface and discovered his friends fighting a large cluster of trolls. They came out of the forest in groups of five and targeted one fairy together. The fucking trolls were getting smarter. He landed beside the king, who was flanked by Flance and Mord. They fought valiantly, but Thame would turn the tides.
He slashed downward. Instantly his first kill. One leapt from behind, but he was faster. His sword swung wide and nicked its torso. There was no time for mercy and he stabbed forward to end its life. The next lunge with the blade missed its target.
The troll in question ducked low and tumbled to the other side faster than Thame though it could. It was of no consequence. He pulled the knife from his belt and threw; it landed in the wiggly trolls head with a flat thud.
Hands grabbed onto his bare foot and sharp teeth tore flesh from the top of it. Blood splattered up his leg. He jerked his foot free of the hungry mouth and flipped over the troll, his wings kept him above the ground as his sword sliced across its back. It hissed, turned and Thame drew the tip over the sensitive skin at his neck. Its eyes went wide and blood spurted on his jeans. A piercing sound rang in the air, several screeches at once and he turned to see a group of ten trolls running with their hands in the air from the forest.
Thame could only grin. Whisper had arrived. The blue blur flew from the tree line and within a few moments, the war cries were gurgling gasps of a
creature’s last breath. He rammed into the nearest group that had surrounded the man he swore to keep safe. Flance jumped into the sky as they fell around them. Thame took his place, slicing until his blade was drenched with blood.
When this crowd was dead or dying, he took to the sky and joined Mord. Revenge filled his blood. They dared to cut off his wings. They would pay with their lives. He swooped over the group Mord was currently keeping at bay with swings of his sword. Thame kicked two in the head, wincing at his forgotten foot wound then flipped upside down. With his feet in the air, he used his sword in a wide arc to slice all the trolls in the immediate area. Then finished the flip and landed on the ground. The sun was rising in the sky and making him squint. Two trolls rushed at him, he jerked back to avoid a sword, ducked and aimed back to take out the one trying to sneak up behind him.
He finished both of them with his slick blade and an extreme sense of right. This was the revenge he sought and he kept his king safe. There could be no better outcome to a battle. Thame turned and first checked on the King who finished the last troll. Flance and Mord were by his side. Wick emerged from behind the willow tree, his sword dripped their enemies blood. A screech rang out and he spun around to see Keyn pull his knife out of a troll’s lifeless body. He gave a nod of his head before the blue blur emerged from the shadows. They were all unscathed. A victory it was. So why did the King stare around with his face scrunched in thought.
“Why did they attack?” he spoke. His hand still gripped his sword firmly. “There were three of us up here. Why did they bother to attack?”
A sick feeling overcame Thame. They did seem to be getting smarter. Why would they do something so stupid and attack when the battle had no chance of changing to their favor?
The kings head shot up. “Sweet Goddess...the women!” The moment he said the word all the fairies took to the sky just as the sun peeked over the horizon.
****
Breena stared out the window, emotions running through her head so fast she couldn’t latch on to just one. Gran managed to get her hands on some knitting equipment and she sat in the nearest chair chatting with the others. She wanted to be social. There were so many questions to ask. Queen Brook glanced at her a few times too many, but she couldn’t tear her eyes away from the window. She missed him.
It crept on her quick enough to plunder her good vibes from this morning’s wild ride. The L word was also on the verge of sputtering out her mouth. Once she made that declaration, all would change, but was it true? Did she love this man, this fairy that simply fell into her path? Did it matter that her brain kept protesting when her heart already made up its mind?
There was a noise like a few dozen birds took to the sky to escape some terrible threat. She jerked her gaze away from the beautiful buildings that she longed to explore and into the clouds. Her mouth dropped open. How could it not? They were flying, a group of fairies swooped down from the surface and she immediately spotted Thame. He looked amazing as the wind glided around his body, the golden wings unmistakable and flapping faster than her eyes could follow. He didn’t glance at her, but held an intense look of determination on his face. Where were they going?
They disappeared from view, aimed lower and toward the front of the palace. Wow. She settled back against the wall. Just days ago she didn’t know there were things that really went bump in the night. There were muscled models with delicate wings and she had one of them give her a tongue bath this morning. A shiver ran through her. Yeah, that was memory she replayed to many times to count in this cramped space.
The door slammed open, the King rushed in with Thame on his heels and the others behind him. Bray immediately took out her sword. Even the Queen revealed a small serrated knife and Gran jumped to her feet, pulling a bottle of salt free of her clothes while rushing in front of Breena.
“You’re okay!” Queen Brook sighed as she said the words and ran into the Kings open arms.
Breena glanced at Thame, longing to do the same, to have a connection like them. He glanced at her. His smile breaking through his hard expression.
“There was no attack?” King Carrick asked as he planted his lips on Brooks.
“None. Did I miss something?” Bray shifted closer to Flance who broke formation to sweep her into his arms.
Breena felt another ping of jealousy. She may not have decided about the love thing but she still wanted that affection, that romance. There was no hiding her pout even though she tried and turned back to the Thame, but he wasn’t where she left him. Instead, he stood a breath away, splattered with blood and smelling like something close to death. She wrinkled her nose but nothing could force her away from his embrace. His arms wrapped around her, the warmth instantly circled and she quickly hugged him back, making sure not to glance at Gran’s expression.
“No trolls came for you?” Flance spoke this time as a few of the other fanned out in the hallway, their swords still drawn.
“Nothing.” Brook answered. “What is going on?”
“Why did they attack?” Carrick frowned. “We need more fucking man power.” Everyone glanced at the king and shrugged his shoulders. He was slightly ashamed of his foul language. “She rubs off on me.” He tilted his head to Brook.
“Don’t blame me for your fucking bad mouth.” She instantly shut her lips. She was caught in the act.
“I want a tight patrol around the palace.” He kissed her head and turned to the others. “Brielle and Mord will be staying here tonight. Flance and Bray, bring them here. Someone find Whisper!” he muttered the last part and stepped out of the room.
They all filed out the door and Breena was left standing in Thame’s arms with Gran’s disapproving gaze right on them. She knew it and when she shifted her head to look, there it was. The frown, the squinting eyes, and her arms crossed over her chest.
“You are wandering girl,” she said with her lips pinched.
“I know, Gran,” Breena whispered, as Thame remained blessedly silent.
She nodded, gathered the knitting she worked on, and left the room, but she did glance back with pinched lips and a furrowed brow. Breena let out a sigh of relief and then grabbed Thame’s face in her hands. “Are you really okay?”
He nodded. “This is nice.” Then he leaned down to place a chaste kiss on her cheek.
“What’s nice?”
“Coming from battle to see my woman.” His lips met hers. Their tongues collided in a sweet frenzy. She felt her concern wane, replaced by the urge to see his good bits and have his hands all over her body. Was she turning into a nymphomaniac? She wanted to get naked with him despite the fear. She wanted to watch him bath naked, fly naked and all other thoughts she could conjure that included him naked. He pulled away and she gasped as his hands slid to her hips.
“Your woman?” She hadn’t forgotten that remark and it made her insides melt like ice cream on a hot summer day.
He hesitated before nodding.
Breena smiled, she was Thame’s woman. She bit her lip and followed when he went for the door. Nearly four steps were behind them when she stumbled over something, probably her own two feet and landed against his back. He snorted, turned around to place an arm over her shoulders.
“What is that saying that Abigail uses. Two right feet?”
“Two left feet,” she muttered dryly. “At least I don’t smell like something dead.” Thame snorted once again or maybe it was a laugh. She realized then she’d never heard him laugh.
“How about you take a bath with me?” He leaned over and placed his mouth on her neck.
The shiver than ran through her body and straight between her legs. It was impossible to hide her eagerness. Breena nodded. “Good bits here I come.” She giggled and halted to a stop by his glare.
“Good bits?”
Ah, shite, what’d she say wrong? “Yeah...I’ve never really. I mean I’ve seen them before on like TV, but it was kind of blurry and then there was the boy at school but...and I really want to see your good
bits.” She reached over and brushed some golden strands from his face.
Thame leaned closer, forced her to walk backward until her body hit the wall and he continued to press against her. His heat radiated and then she felt the hard thick evidence of his arousal against her stomach.
“My good bits! Baby, they’re better than good and bigger than bits.”
Breena burst out laughing. That’s why he was all pouty because she insulted his manhood. The laughing stopped the moment he lifted one of her legs and pressed that insulted appendage against her excited crotch. She gasped, and his lips caught hers in a web of sweet pleasure. His teeth nibbled on her bottom lip as his hand slid to her breast and gently squeezed. He pulled away, intertwined their fingers and tugged her behind him. She couldn’t hold back the giddy giggle that escaped as they rushed down the hall and then out the building. “Where are we going?”
“Whisper?” he called and the shadow beside them shifted into the scariest looking man she had ever seen in her life. He had a brooding expressing, his jaw chiseled, his muscles bulging from tight clothes and gigantic black wings extended from his back. His hair was spiked and blue. Blood wasn’t splattered on his armor; it was drenched. His eyes were as black as the devils and Breena pulled away slightly so her body was partially protected by Thame. “Watch our backs.”
There was a nod and then the devil’s fairy disappeared into the shadows once more. “Where are we going?”
“To the waterfall.” He wrapped his arms around her. “I’m going to show you how wrong you are about good bits.”
Chapter Ten
The waterfall was bigger than she expected. It didn’t dominate the kingdom, but it was impressive. Thame landed them beside it. He stood there looking scrumptious. She sat down on the hard grass to watch him. He removed his sword and knife placing them beside her. His chest splattered with droplets of red and his jeans permanently stained.
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