With a wink, Thame waded into the water up to his hips and Breena couldn’t look away as his hands rushed over his chest. Water dribbled down those amazing abs and he proceeded to wash his upper body.
How could she not be fascinated? He looked like a god bathing in glory. She wanted to lick every drop from his body and linger on his flat nipples. Breena was so busy watching his body, it took her a moment to realize his hand had stopped rubbing his chest. No, not stopped, they dipped beneath the surface. She held her breath as the little waves formed from his movements.
Thame pulled his jeans free of his legs and threw them on the shore. Breena was giddy. That meant he was naked under that glassy sheen. Her heart began to beat heavily. She watched as his hands dipped lower. His head fell back. He then began wading toward her. She watched closely, frustration rubbed her nerves raw, as he lingered on each step and then his cock came into sight.
A barely visible thatch of blond hair led from his belly button to the base of his erection. The girth made her body shiver in delight. The head was mushroomed, slick with water and Breena would never admit how drastically her mouth watered.
“You look like a starving wolf presented with a feast.”
That’s exactly how she felt. He moved closer as he spoke. Was there such a thing as cock obsession? Breena couldn’t tear her eyes away. His balls were big, hanging spheres of intimidation. Fear licked up her spine along with intense curiosity.
He moved beside her, still standing, this time close enough to gawk at his good bits properly. Her hand lifted boldly. She heard his swift intake of air as she slid one fingertip down his impressive length. Her breath came in pants as she leaned closer still and was just about to run her tongue along his head, but he pulled away. He landed next to her and bent his knees, which hinder her view of the beautiful appendage.
She wanted to scream, to yell and push his legs away so she could see. Thame was the man she wanted to see naked, the only man in the world. His golden wings fluttered as he dropped his knees to the ground.
“You can’t taste me.”
Breena lifted her brow. He quickly looked away and sighed. His hand lowered to wrap around his cock. The motions were fascinating, a dance of flesh upon flesh. His hand pumped the long rod of arousal a few times and then he continued.
“It’s the only way a woman can get pregnant by a fairy. She must taste his flavor and then they join in hopes of creating a child.”
That really should have deterred her lust, but she just nodded and watched his hand pump that elongated erection again. “So I won’t taste,” she murmured. “I just...I want to explore, play.” Anything she could do to finally experience touching a man. She reached over again, this time he removed his hand and let her wrap his fingers around him. It was so odd, soft to the touch but so hard beneath. Her focus was completely on his cock as she pumped as he did. His hips bucked and his eyes closed. Breena moved closer, maneuvered between his spread legs.
This was a fantasy come to life, a dick all to herself and it belong to this beautiful man. “Good bits is wrong.” Completely wrong. He was so much more than that. Her hand pumped and he nodded along with a deep moan. She shifted to his balls, rolled them between her fingers and delighted in the intense groan that left his lips. The fact that he liked this delighted Breena. Her palm rubbed the tip and the thick white evidence of his pleasure seeped from the small hole.
“Harder.” He said the word between clenched teeth.
She squeezed harder, pumped his thick cock between her hands. Over and over. Up and down. Breena was beyond giddy as she played and teased then his hands dipped into her shirt and began teasing her nipples. With each flick to her hard peek, she’d pump and the rhythm sent him into a lust frenzy. His cock pulsed in her hands the white liquid shot from his tip and splattered her arms. He growled, loud and long until those pulses of cum receded. Breena couldn’t be happier she made Thame come simply with her hands.
“Not good bits,” he whispered and lay back on the grass.
His dick pulsed once more and slowly began to soften. She sat there, watching the erection fade and left a dangling piece of flesh that still amazed her. He jerked when she reached up and touched his balls. Rubbing her palm up the length, he groaned. “You’re killing me.”
She highly doubted that and continued to touch him. There was no doubt she wanted to see him naked all the time now. “I like it,” she murmured and climbed up his body to lie atop him.
Thame snorted. “Well that’s good to hear.” His arms wrapped around her.
This felt right, like the best thing in the world to lie above a naked Thame. She reached back and ran her fingertips along his length.
“Sweet Goddess!” His hips jerked and the soft rod beneath her hand began to harden.
So, she’d never be able to taste him? She was frowning at the thought. Breena wanted to taste. Was it sweet or salty? Would that thick white cum stay warm if he shot it right into her mouth? Her mind began to turn, examine. Why was it there were no children in the kingdom? She had seen a few fairies but none of them teenagers and none of the women were ripe with pregnancy. “Thame, why are there no children here?”
His head fell back and he closed his eyes. “Breena...” He pressed his lips together as if contemplating what to say. After a few seconds, he sat up with her sitting in his lap. “We have a problem. The fairies haven’t been able to produce offspring in a long time and...we’re dying out.”
Her mouth dropped open.
“No female fairy has been able to conceive in a long time. We’re hoping the Queen will be able to get pregnant with King Carrick and maybe we’ll be able to survive as a species.”
“That’s why the trolls are attacking, isn’t it? They know there aren’t too many fairies left. That’s why they tried to get me.” He nodded at her words. That explained so much.
“I didn’t want to tell you and drag you into this problem but the moment they found out you helped me, the moment I showed an interest in you, they pounced.”
“It’s not your fault.” She hugged him close, a little thrill ran through her body at the feel of his growing erection.
“Thame!” The Kings voice echoed.
“Time to put the good bits away.” Breena giggled before she even finished the quip and rolled from his lap as Thame growled with a grin.
****
Valen sat on the edge of the cliff, his feet dangled just as his heart.
Precariously.
He sat out here more often as of late, stared at the water and the rocks below. His life had changed since he’d met Brook. He couldn’t seem to even look at another woman. Two had frolicked in his path and each he sent on their way in the correct direction of their home. He dreamt of her. He closed his eyes and could picture her sweet smile. Every night since she left, he slept in her bed and inhaled the lingering fragrance on her scent in the pillows.
He had never truly felt alone until the day Carrick had taken her away. No, that wasn’t true, he had hope then. When he’d snuck into the city after she returned with the king, he’d witnessed the ceremony that proclaimed her Queen. She had been so happy. Her smiles lit up the night as she flew off to a bedchamber with that fairy. Hate had grown for a while, it ate away as his restraint, but he couldn’t possibly harm the man that stole Brook. Anything to make her sad would break his heart.
So, he spent his days alone, staring at the sea and remembering the few days of true happiness he’d ever experienced. There was a flutter of wings. It sent him to his feet and his sword rushed from the sheath.
A fairy approached, one he had not seen before. It landed with green and yellow wings protruding from his back. Green hair rustled in the breeze as he held up both palms. “You’re a long way from home. Did Carrick send you to finish me off?” Valen had always wondered if the King would get a set of balls and kill the competition for Brook’s heart.
“King Carrick did send me, but not to harm you.” He kept his hands in sight and
took no step in either direction. “I am Wick. I’m ordered to speak with you on an urgent matter.”
“I’m listening.” He lowered his sword still unsure if the man told lies.
“I’m looking for a woman that used to live here. One of your companions.”
Valen’s heart sank further. His memory flashed to that horrible day. His stupidity and loneliness had ruined two beautiful women. It was something he would never forget the day they threw themselves over this cliff. “What of them?”
“I need to speak with the one called Grace.”
“She is no longer with the living.” The fairy seemed taken aback, his mouth opened but no words formed. “Why do you seek her?”
“Are you sure she is...”
“Yes,” he snipped. “I saw it myself.” Valen returned the sword to its holder. “Why is her presences needed?” he asked as he walked toward his home and turned his back on the fairy.
“I thought she’d like to meet her daughter.”
Valen jerked around to face him. Grace had a daughter? He couldn’t form words as the statement settled. She had gone missing, runaway for nearly a year, but surely he would have known if she was with child. Wouldn’t he? She returned, they always did, but she was alone and never spoke of a baby.
“I believe, after seeing you, it’s your child, too.”
He couldn’t believe the words. He didn’t understand this burst of pain in his chest. “I have a little girl?” His breath came in pants, and it wasn’t long before he flopped to the ground. Tears blurred his vision as he glanced up at the sky. Had he really been blessed with a child? “Where is she?”
“She’s at the kingdom, searching for her mother and has mated to one of our fairies.”
The sheer joy was overshadowed. He didn’t bother to show his distaste at the mating. “Grace is dead. Her search is futile.”
“I wouldn’t say that.” Wick’s features softened. “She gained a father this day.”
And he a daughter. “What’s her name?”
“Breena...”
The short burst of laughter bubbled from his soul. It had to be Grace’s offspring. He remembered the night they snuck into the kingdom and made love on a patch of green clovers. She had been obsessed with the fairy palace, the beauty and grace.
Her wish had always been to live in such a place and recalled her muttering about naming her first born after the kingdom. Valen shook his head. When he’d woken up today, he never thought it would turn from sad rain to bright sunshine. His head jerked upward. “I want to meet her.” He had to see his daughter. Valen jumped to his feet. “Please.” He would beg if he had to. Besides, he’d be close to Brook and quite possibly he’d get a glimpse of her beautiful face.
“I will ask the King for you.” Wick said and then lifted off the ground. He flew over the house and out of sight.
Valen didn’t dare move should he wake and find this all a beautiful dream. By the gracious gods, he had a daughter.
****
“Thame?”
He turned his head at the sound of his name and bowed as King Carrick approached.
“Where’s Breena?”
“With Abigail, they went to corner Keyn when they found out he’s on guard.” He grinned, the man had no chance against those two. “I’ve already given him warning.”
Carrick grinned back. “You know I haven’t seen you smile so much since we were little and you discovered chocolate.”
The grin turned to a smile. “Yeah, she...she makes me want to smile.”
“Have you told her yet? About our lack of children. How she could be the one to give you offspring?”
There was a small nod of his head. The subject had come up, but he really wanted to be sure her heart was with his before he started talking about having children with him. “Is that what you came here to talk about?” The king may have been blunt with his queen, but he did not want to throw all this at Breena. She was already dealing with this pretty well and another upset may just send her down a broken path.
“No.” He took a deep breath and sat down on the same couch.
They were in the looking room with windows instead of walls and ceilings. It revealed the beauty of a new day, one where happiness no longer eluded him. “What is it then?”
Another deep breath. “Brook recognized Breena...”
“From the surface?”
“No, from Breena’s mother.”
Thame instantly stilled.
“That fu...Valen had two women with him and one of them showed much resemblance to your woman.”
Was Breena’s mother finally found? His heart began to thump loudly in his ears. “Is Valen...” He couldn’t even finish the sentence. Could Valen possibly be her father? His head ached at the thought.
Carrick nodded his head. “We’re pretty sure.”
Thame collapsed back into the seat. The bastard Valen was Breena’s father. The revelation took him by surprise. If he wasn’t already sitting he would have fallen to the ground and sat there in shock. He had almost killed Breen’s father when they retrieved the queen. That would not be a tale worthy telling.
“Not only is she fairy, but she part garcanagh. She doesn’t seem to affect anyone so it may be only a small amount of his genes blended...” The king stood and paced the room before stopping in front of one of the wide windows. “There’s something else.”
He was almost afraid to ask. “Go ahead.” There were footsteps outside. Was that Abigail returning? The door nearest to them shut and the sounds retreated. Only then did the king clear his throat and speak.
“Breena’s mother has passed on.”
There was a short shocked gasp from the door and Thame spun around in the seat to see Breena taking her first step into the room. His heart crumbled to his feet at the sadness that overwhelmed her features. Her eyes became glassy, her hands clasped together over her heart and her mouth hung open, that luscious bottom lip quivered. The king cursed behind him, but all Thame could see was her bright beautiful face falling.
“She’s...” A tear slipped down her cheek.
Thame rushed to her, wrapped his arms around her tense, cold form. “I’m so sorry, baby.”
“I never thought we’d ever...find out. She...” A desperate gasp, barely a whisper sounded, and she buried her head in his chest. Footsteps echoed in the hall, he held Breena tight as Gran and the Queen entered the room. Their cheerful chat cut short as they looked upon the scene.
“What did you do?” Abigail sputtered the words. “I will kill you!” She launched toward him, which wasn’t fast so Carrick had no problem stopping her before she came close.
“Abigail, there is some sad news.” she stilled then used her trusty bottle of salt to ram him right in the gut. He hunched over as she rushed to Breena.
The shivering woman he held rushed into her Gran’s arms, and he felt the loss like a knife to his heart. “Abigail, we found out that Grace has passed on.”
Her feisty expression fell. “Me Grace?” She went slack and Thame reached out to grab her just as Breena did but she held firm. “Me daughter is right here.” She indicated Breena with a lingering hug but a tears still dripped down her face and belied her stone composure.
A small cry escaped his strong woman, and he placed a hand on each of them gathering them into his arms. He didn’t know how long they stood there. A few tears were shed and the room emptied out except for the three.
“I didn’t get to know her.” Breena finally spoke, her head lifted to reveal red eyes. “I didn’t know anything about her. What was her favorite color? Did she like to read? What was her favorite flower? I don’t know anything.”
Abigail took a deep breath before taking Breena’s face in her hands. “She wasn’t the best mother, sweetheart, but she loved you with all her heart. Her favorite color was green. She hated reading. Her favorite flower depended on what was in bloom.”
“I love you, Gran.”
Abigail nodded and closed her eyes.
Her eyes were glassy as if she was holding the tears at bay. “There’s something else...” Thame was going to wait but the words fumbled from his mouth. “Your father, we’re pretty sure who it is. He’s alive.” Two gasps sounded and they both stared at him with wide eyes.
No one said anything encouraging or begrudging. Did she want to meet her father? He would sure like to keep Valen as far away from everyone he cared about. Still silence reigned and Gran broke off to sit on the nearby couch. Breena left his touch, walked to the window and stared out entranced by the view. Her reflection showed the tears that slid silently down her face, and she pressed her lips tightly together to keep from making a noise. He shifted to her then and wrapped his arms around her. She protested at first, fighting his hold, trying so hard to be strong but she didn’t have to. He’d catch every tear and keep them hidden for her.
Breena remembered hugging Gran tighter than ever before. The woman who was in all aspects her true mother, fell asleep on the couch with tears drying on her cheeks. Thame picked Gran up and brought her to a comfortable bed. She looked so fragile, like the old woman she really was. Her legs were tucked slightly under the blanket, she was on her back with her arms curled toward her heart.
When had she become so old? She was always so strong. She pulled the blanket around Gran’s shoulders and stood there like a stump. Sleep would elude her. How could it not? She’d just found out her mother was dead and she had a father that lived close enough to visit every day. That’s if she decided to see him. That decision was still in the air. Did she want to get to know the man that abandoned her? He was the man that the fairies despised, even Thame said his name with disgust. How could she want to know a father that kidnaps woman for his own. Did he even know about her? Had her mother kept it a secret? So many questions and not a single answer.
Thame gently tugged her from the room. Her eyes darted to the lush carpet beneath her feet rather than him. She felt lost, like she’d stepped off the path and the fog rolled in too quickly for her to jump back on. Breena stumbled behind him not really paying attention to where he led her until a cool breeze ruffled her hair. She looked up to see Thame opening the door. He led her into the night, which seemed darker now that she knew what hid in the shadows. “Where are we going?”
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