The Modern Fairy Tale Collection

by Aria Cole

  Beau’s eyes narrowed as he assessed me, his eyes finally flashing in warning. “You know exactly what’s wrong with it. Makes every damn man on this property look at you when you walk by. Is that what you want? Every man’s eyes on you?” He leaned in, pressing me against the wall. “Or just mine?”

  My lungs nearly collapsed when his hands came to my waist, his lips trailing across the hollow of my throat. I couldn’t breathe. He was stealing my oxygen, stealing my sense.

  “Your eyes only.” A soft hiss escaped my mouth when his lips attacked my throat, and he laved wet kisses across my skin.

  “Thirty minutes,” he growled as his hand clutched at the soft flesh of my bottom. “Be ready for me.”

  “Should I change?” I whimpered, wishing desperately he wouldn’t leave so soon.

  “No use now.” His eyes gleamed with promise. “Anyway, I want to peel it off you with my teeth.”

  Beau turned and exited through the main door, leaving me weak-kneed and flustered, missing his presence and desperate for his touch again. How could he turn me to silly putty with just a few words?

  After running a brush through my hair and adding a shine of lip gloss in the mirror, I found myself fidgeting and waiting at the edge of the patio.

  I didn’t know what I was doing or what I was thinking, but I knew I trusted Beau, and I also knew I wanted him like nothing I’d ever wanted in my life.

  I finally leaped down the few steps, walking confidently towards the orchard. I couldn’t wait anymore. At the very least I could wander through the trees and waste some time as I walked to his cabin. Maybe I would run into him on the way.

  I wandered down the dark path until I reached the cherry trees, turning down a long row and stretching my fingers out to dust across the shiny skins of the hanging fruit.

  I sucked in a deep breath, reveling in the sweet scent that clung to the night air. I took a sharp turn down another row, slowly wandering toward the back of the property and Beau.

  A few birds sang in the treetops as the warm summer breeze dusted across my kneecaps, tickling the hem of the summer dress that fell at my thighs. Beau had every right to be upset with me for wearing this dress. It was a tad too small, and I hadn’t even realized it when I’d packed it, but my curves had filled out in the few months over the winter since I’d last worn it.

  My cleavage was more generous, the heavy flesh of my breasts stretching the neckline.

  And he was right on another count. I’d worn it for him. All him. He saw through me easily, and somehow that brought me comfort. Although it’d been such a short time, it felt like he knew me, inside and out, like we were the same somehow. It was inexplicable and thrilling and a little bit scary. He was so hard to my soft, so rough to my gentle, and every wild piece of him thrilled me to the core.

  I refocused my attention to the present as I picked my way through the heavy fruit trees, fingertips sending the glossy globes dancing as I passed, before I stepped out onto the main path and straight into a familiar wall of a chest.

  “Wandering late at night isn’t your best decision, petite rouge. I told you I would come for you.” Beau’s grip tightened at my elbows as he hauled me against his body.

  I sucked in a long, slow breath, enjoying the heavy scent of leather and wood compliments of his natural scent and soap, which were purely intoxicating. “I was anxious to see you.”

  “I see that.” His hands were roaming across my body, as if he was as desperate as I was for physical connection. “But next time listen to me. Never know what big bad wolf you may run into.” Beau dipped his head and sucked at the flesh of my neck.

  “What happens,” Beau presented me with a freshly picked cherry between his fingers, “if I kidnap you, petite rouge?” He dipped the cherry across the hot skin of my chest as he spoke, my heart dancing along with the dip and bob of the cherry. “Steal you back to my house and bury myself between your sweet thighs again?” My heart hammered as he lowered the cherry into the dip of my cleavage, secreting it in the flesh between my breasts. The skin of the fruit was cool against the flame of my aroused body.

  “Mm, matches the flush on your cheeks.” Beau pulled the cherry from between my breasts and popped it into his mouth, his teeth piercing the delicate fruit, his gaze piercing my heart. He whipped the stem with core behind him and lifted me into his arms, my ankles locking around his waist as our lips joined. My hands delved into his hair as our tongues forged together, as if we’d been starved for a taste.

  This was beautiful, this was euphoria, this was paradise on earth, colliding together in a violent, primal symphony.

  His heavy grunts echoed in the night air around us, before he dropped me to the ground, his fingers locking with mine as he carried us on long strides towards his cabin.

  “Wait! My shoe,” I blundered, hopping as I bent to slip the heel strap back on my foot.

  “Fuck the shoes.” Before I could think, he’d launched me over his shoulder, one shoe in hand, the other large palm striped across my barely covered bottom. “Everything about you teases me, draws me in, like bees to a flower I want your nectar. I need the taste of you on my tongue, or I might die of thirst. There’s nothing between us tonight, sweet Scarlet.

  We reached the steps of his porch, and he walked in, carrying me across the threshold like a caveman.

  “Listen, petite rouge.” He set me on my feet and pressed me against a wall, hands in my hair, eyes boring into me. “I take you to my bed, you’re mine. That’s it. You don’t fight it. I keep you, I take care of you, you’ll never have to lift a finger again, but consider yourself owned.” His words overwhelmed me, his fierce kiss consumed me, and without even thinking, I nodded.

  “I don’t share. That means no more dresses that show men these pretty tits.” His hands pulled down the neckline of my dress, and he grabbed the flesh in generous fistfuls. “Because they’re mine.” His tongue found my pert nipple, and he took it between his lips in long, slow sucks, his vibrant eyes trained on mine the whole time.

  The intimacy was powerful. I moaned and shifted on my feet, thinking I might fall right onto his floor it felt so good.

  “You taste better than I remembered.” Beau turned his attention to my other nipple while his hand spread my thighs, one thumb sliding beneath the damp fabric of my panties and gliding through my sex. I arched on my tiptoes, every nerve in my body feeling coiled tight like a spring.

  “I didn’t think I’d ever find anyone like you,” he murmured. His teeth caught the fabric of my dress, and he pulled it down my body, over my hips, until it pooled on the floor, leaving me in nothing but a pair of pure white cotton panties.

  His eyes flicked up and down my body, his hands at my hips, then pulled me against him, his nose nestling at the mound at my thighs, sucking in a long inhale.

  “This sweet, delicious pussy is mine forever, hear me, Scarlet?” He pushed a finger inside my body.

  “Yes, Beau.” I sighed, one hand on his shoulder to support myself as he pushed my panties aside and attacked my slit with his deft tongue. He flicked in quick laps, his finger working inside my body, massaging at a spot deep inside that had lust addling my brain.

  Arousal and sensation pumped through my bloodstream, and he hoisted my thighs across his shoulders, pressing me against the wall of his cabin and fucking me with his tongue until stars shot across my vision. My eyelids fell, and I succumbed to the pleasure he gave. He added another finger, his tongue drawing on the sensitive bud in long sucks, his thumb swirling at my back entrance and leaving my body feeling completely overwhelmed in a thousand delicious ways.

  “Taking this sweet body in every way, Scarlet. I’m owning every single inch of it with my tongue. I’ll show you pleasure you didn’t even know existed. I’ve been waiting so long for you,” he murmured against me before sliding me down his body, caressing my skin with every hard inch of him. “I haven’t been with anyone in so long. It’s been years, Scarlet. And even then, I was always safe. I always used
a condom.” He paused to place a gentle kiss on my lips. “But there’s no protection needed between us. You and I are forever, and I want you bare. I need to feel every last raw nerve of you. I need to know how I make you feel.” He kissed me slowly as his forehead pressed against mine.

  His words left me reeling. He hadn’t been with anyone in years? Why me? Why now? There was nothing about me that was that special. I was always invisible to men. I blended into the background. They always wanted the sexy girls, not the quiet, shy ones. Now, here with Beau, I felt powerful. He made me feel special. He made me blossom. Being with Beau, feeling his touch, was like being jolted back to life. He was a magnet, and every part of me was attracted to him and in desperate need for more.

  “Tell me I can have all of you.” He placed a palm over my thundering heart. I stopped, my eyes trained on his, and saw the burning flames in his eyes. This strong, virile man wanted me. He wanted every single part of me, leaving me powerless to resist.

  “Yes, Beau. Yes, I want to feel you. I want to feel everything.” I wrapped my hands around his neck and pulled him to me for a long kiss. I heard his grunts, felt the press of his pleasure between us in the form of his rock-hard erection. I wanted to show him what he meant to me. I wanted to give him something back. “Let me make you feel good,” I stammered and dropped to my knees, my palms trailing the roughly etched carvings of his abdominal muscles.

  “Mm, petite rouge.” One of his arms pushed into the threads of my hair, holding my head gently as I worked at the buttons on his pants. Pulling the zipper down, the fabric fell loose around his hips, the deep cut of his pelvic muscles and that sexy V I’d only seen on the men in magazines made my mouth water.

  “I want to see those pretty lips around my cock.” He caressed my cheek, the contrast between the gentle touch and his coarse words turning me on even more.

  I grasped the waistband of his pants and boxers and pulled them down his toned hips, his heavy erection springing out, aimed directly at me. My heart thundered as I thought about what it would feel like buried inside my body.

  “You’re so big.” I swallowed the lump in my throat as I gripped the hot flesh in my small fist.

  His soft chuckle filled the air. “Better to please you with.” His thumb traced my lips as he spoke, the tip of his dick leaking pre-cum just inches from my mouth.

  I sucked him past my lips, hollowing my cheeks as best I could, only hoping it felt good for him.

  “Suck it up, sweetheart,” he crooned, and instantly, as if he were my favorite ice-cream flavor, I trailed the length of his dick with my tongue before sucking the tip back into my mouth. Beau’s eyes rolled back in his head, encouraging me to continue. I sucked down the length of his shaft again, this time taking him deeper than I had before and tasted the salty drops of his pre-cum at the back of my tongue.

  “Mm, this mouth was made for me.” He pulled me from the floor before I could finish, his lips attaching instantly to mine as our tongues tangled in a feral coupling. His hands tore at my body, leaving his mark on every inch of me, his scent washing my skin and claiming me as thoroughly as if I wore his ring.

  Beau had truly captured me, body and soul.

  Chapter 6

  Beau

  I hoisted my beautiful girl in my arms and carried her down the hallway like it was our wedding night. I wished it would have been, she meant that much to me. She meant everything, and I had every intention of not just telling her, but showing her how much.

  I considered myself a man who read people well. I talked less and listened often, and something in her eyes had told me she was made for me and me alone. Something had sparked between us from the very first moment, and it had all been leading up to this moment. I only hoped she knew what I meant when I said I owned her. I didn’t do half-ass.

  I’d gone through a lifetime of hurt, and I’d always known that when I found the woman for me, I would feel it churning through my veins like a magic elixir, exactly how Scarlet made me feel.

  Did I want to bend her will and convince her to stay with me forever? Hell yes! Would I? With everything in my power, but only as long as I saw that smile dance across her cheeks, heard that laugh bubble up from her belly, watched that flirty flip of her hair that let me know that she felt it too. My only concern was for her: her happiness, her health, her heart. Mostly her heart. I wanted to burrow myself deep inside it, she wouldn’t even know I was there until she didn’t remember life without me. She’d already found her way into mine.

  “Scarlet,” I growled as I pushed my way through the master bedroom, hearing the door crash against the wall as I laid her down on the large king bed.

  “Will it hurt?” Her fingers danced across my shoulders, driving me mad with desire.

  I took her lips in a gentle kiss, my hands caressing her body like I was fashioning a delicately crafted piece of art. “I’m afraid so, baby. I’m sorry.”

  “Promise to go slow?” Her fear nearly punctured my heart, and I wished with everything I had that I could skip this painful part for her.

  “Hey.” I took her face in my hands, gazed into her eyes, and saw every single dream for my future. “You don’t have to ask me that. I would never do anything to hurt you. I will always do everything it takes to stop you from feeling pain. I promise I’ll go slow. I promise if it gets to be too much, I’ll stop. And most of all, I promise to kiss away any pain you may have until all you remember is the good parts.”

  I hooked the elastic of her underwear in my palm and pulled them down her legs. “I promise to always take care of you, anytime, day or night. Call my name and I’ll be there.” I placed a kiss at the soft swell of her hip. “We’re connected, you and me. I can feel you here.” I covered my heart with her palm in mine. “When you hurt, when you cry, when you worry, I feel it. We’re the same person, Scarlet. Our flames were split long ago, we just had to find each other again.” I nuzzled against her ear. “I’ve been looking for you.”

  Scarlet smiled deeply, overwhelming emotion radiating in her eyes as she gazed up at me. “Well, what took you so long?”

  “Been right here all along, baby.” A rakish grin crossed my face, as I crawled up her body and cupped her cheeks in my palms. “From this moment forward, I’m always right here.”

  Her sweet eyes welled with tears before a slow smile curved her rosy lips. “Thank you,” she whispered and pulled my head down, kissing me, her tongue pushing past my lips to dance with mine. I thrust my hips against her, my desperate cock anxious to be buried so far inside her I could forget every painful thing that had ever happened to me before her.

  “I’m ready, Beau. I want to feel you.” Her seraph voice nearly tore my heart up.

  “You’re my everything, Scarlet. I just want you to know that.” I placed a kiss on her lips again, easing my erection between her thighs, feeling it make contact with the hot, wet flesh of her beautiful pussy for the first time.

  I sucked in a sharp breath, feeling overwhelmed as I got ready to enter her.

  Take it slow. Be the man she deserves.

  “I’m going slow, baby.” I kissed across her jaw as I pressed the tip of my dick between her hot lips. Her body arched, and her legs wrapped around my waist, grinding her hot little core against my dick and nearly making me lose my ever-loving mind.

  “No, don’t do that.” I rested my forehead against hers, my muscles strung tight as I tried to control my breaths. “I’ll never be able to take it slow if you keep grinding against me like that.”

  Her soft chuckle surprised me and sent Cupid’s blazing arrow straight to my heart. “I want to feel you, Beau. I want you inside me.” Her voice lowered one sexy octave as her hand ran across my back.

  “Mm.” I slid my dick between her silky lips, massaging her clit with the tip, trying to lubricate her as best I could to prevent the pain I knew was coming. “So glad I found you, petite rouge.”

  Chapter 7

  Scarlet

  I sucked in one lungful of air aft
er another as I felt the slow stretch of Beau’s cock filling my body. A thousand angry needles pinched at the sensitive flesh, my nerves protesting as my muscles locked and tried to prevent him from plunging himself further. He was too big, way too big, much larger than average, I assumed.

  “Shh, baby, just relax, deep breaths and let your body adjust to me.” His words soothed me as his hands worked apart the flesh of my thighs. I sucked in as I felt the relaxation of my muscles, the slow burn fading to a slight pinch before my breathing turned to normal and I loosened my legs.

  “That’s my girl.” His hands were in my hair, his lips kissing across my cheeks and jaw. “That’s my beautiful girl.” He pushed in again, millimeter by millimeter, and I found his invading flesh didn’t hurt me like it first had. My body relaxed, the pain turning to a soft throb, before nearly melting away completely. Beau’s thumb slid between our bodies, his digit swirling at the engorged flesh as my pants began to pick up for a totally different reason.

  “Slow, baby, we’re going slow,” he murmured, as my hips began an anxious rocking of their own. Beau’s palm tightened at my hip as he tried to still me, but I was too far gone. This felt so good. Suddenly it felt like he was touching the most intimate parts of me, and it was thrilling, all-consuming, so many sensations overwhelming every system of my body.

  “Beau, I want to feel you…deeper,” I begged, and his nostrils flared, his eyes raking up and down my body beneath him before his hands plumped at the flesh of my breasts, one thumb and finger pinching at the cool bud before releasing it again.

  “Drew me in from the start. No wonder I couldn’t stop thinking of you, petite rouge.” Beau placed a decadent kiss on my lips as he slid his cock deeper inside me. I arched and groaned, my fingernails digging into his skin as I breathed through the slice of pain shooting from the inside out. “Such a little firecracker.”