Pleasure blended with a small amount of fear in her system. Trillian couldn’t believe Keyn was actually fucking her. It was like some wild, untamed dream but a hell of a lot better. She squeezed her muscles. Her breasts pressed against the table top, her nipples rubbing roughly with each thrust from behind her. She was so close to release that moans began to slip from her parted lips. “Yes. More. More. Yes.” She bit her tongue to keep from crying out. The swarm of orgasm overwhelmed her. Trillian came hard, the hardest in her life and so long she could hardly breathe from the intensity.
Slowly she came down from the high, jerking back and forth from the wild thrusts of the fairy behind her. She glanced back. His red and black wings were spread wide. Keyn’s face was a mask of determination and something else. Was that anger? He pushed and pulled. Another growl escaped. He fucked her harder. Fingers bruised her skin, and his lips lifted to reveal grinding teeth.
“Keyn.” Her voice was raspy and he didn’t answer.
He pressed into her vigorously. Trillian felt the insane buildup of another release and then he screamed.
His deep voice was loud and pierced the quiet morning. Trillian tried to turn around but his big hand held her there as he fucked and fucked. Sweat beaded his skin and his eyes seemed to be completely unfocused. Now, he was scaring her. “Keyn!” What was wrong with him?
Keyn pulled his cock free. He stared down at her open legs, let out this animalistic growl, and his dick jerked and began to deflate. His chest heaved, his lips pressed into a line, and his balls were still heavy with unreleased cum.
“Keyn?” She turned around, trying to cover her exposed body as she reached out to him.
Keyn slapped her hand away from her pussy. He jerked her legs apart and shoved his cock inside her. Trillian fell back. She couldn’t fight the feel of his hardness inside her. His cock penetrated the sated entrance. Trillian was slick but the hard width of him added to her already sensitive state. She longed to feel his lips around her nipple.
His head fell forward, his eyes closed, and Trillian would never forget the sight of hopelessness on his face. His chin rested against his heaving chest. He opened his beautiful eyes and shifted to look at her.
Why couldn’t he cum? Did it have something to do with the scars? “I can help.”
Keyn frowned, harsh and mean, and then he flew right out the balcony doors.
Trillian’s mouth fell open. He just left. She stood there, half naked, satisfied, and watched the fairy that pushed his way into her heart fly away, broken.
Chapter Twelve
Keyn flew as long as he could. The moment he came to the waterfall, he collapsed. Naked, he fell to the prickly, dead grass and passed out. Mentally exhausted, he must have slept for hours. When he opened his eyes, darkness greeted him. His ass was bare and the moon shined down on his deflated dick. What the hell had happened? He’d finally faced his demons, become overwhelmed with Trillian’s sweet scent, and taken a chance. It ended up devastating his already bruised mind. He couldn’t perform. The moment Trillian had her pleasure, he went for his. The first time inside a woman was amazing. Feelings and emotions stirred that were long dormant but so did memories. Every time he tried to push harder, to achieve release, he heard those harsh grunts and cruel laughs from so long ago.
Keyn was a broken fairy.
He sat up and glanced around, surprised to see a familiar blue-haired fairy sitting on a big boulder. “Thanks for watching my back,” Keyn muttered.
Whisper nodded from his spot half in the shadows and then slipped back into full darkness.
At least he had someone watching over his sorry ass. He was almost afraid to see Trillian again. What would she say? What would she do? Her chosen mate was a fucking failure. Keyn stood on shaky legs. He grabbed the loincloth from the ground and placed it back on his hips then slowly walked through the darkness toward home. His world was falling apart. Keyn didn’t know which direction to proceed.
“The king wants a meeting.” Whisper’s voice came from the shadows.
Keyn didn’t bother to look at him. He turned on his heels and took to the sky. His wings beat as rapidly as his heart. He headed for the palace where Trillian was. Would she be in the meeting? Probably not, but what if he passed her in the hall? Would she be disgusted by having a scarred and useless mate? He landed hard on his feet and approached the door with caution. It’s not like she’d be standing on the other side waiting. He opened it, stepped into the empty hallway, and headed for the glass room.
All the fairies were in attendance, no humans, so Keyn stepped into the room of fluttering wings and burly men. He stood off to the side, catching sight of Whisper on the dark balcony.
King Carrick stood before them, his blue wings spread wide and his lips in a determined line. “There was another attack. They managed to get inside our palace and attempted to take Breena.” The room was quiet. “Whisper deterred them. This latest attack is added to the list that is steadily growing.” He lifted into the air, hovering above everyone else. “I will not stand idly by anymore. Our defense is hindered by the lack of fairy power and such a large area. Mord suggests it is time we take the offense.”
Keyn glanced left. He spotted the blond-haired fairy, Mord.
The man cleared his throat and stood from the couch. “I cannot let the king procrastinate anymore. This is a war and we have done nothing but defend. I propose we take all of our fighters and attack. I’ve researched and found the main cave for the trolls. It’s estimated that there are nearly two hundred in residence. If we can create a rock slide or cave-in, we could greatly diminish their numbers.”
“What of the woman?” Thame spoke out. His face showed contempt. “We leave them here, unprotected. Attacking a cave that might hold the trolls.”
“My research is solid,” Mord said with a bite of attitude. “They have kidnapped, gravely injured, and tortured us. They ripped your wings off, Thame! I say we fight back.”
“Do you think I don’t want all of them dead?” Thame countered. “I would pull the very eyes from each of their heads if I had the time but leaving our human women and pregnant queen without protection is pure madness.”
“He has a point.” The king interrupted their debate.
Mord snarled at Thame before turning to their king. “Your highness, we could barricade them in the palace, perhaps surround it with the human salt to keep them safe from the trolls until our return. We must do this. There is no other course of action. Fight or become a myth,” he finished with enthusiasm.
Keyn was on the fence about the risky plan but the king nodded.
“We have been working our way toward this. It is a hard decision, one that I pray to the Goddess is the right path. Fairy warriors prepare for battle. We leave at midnight.”
Keyn waited for the room to clear. He was as torn as the king. There was no way they could continue fighting off the trolls but a part of his soul feared for the women. He admitted this ache was for Trillian. The woman who would probably...
He glanced up as the woman in question walked through the door.
She looked up from the book in her hands and came to an abrupt halt. For a moment, they were silent, awkward, and then she spoke. “Hi.”
Keyn nodded. “Hello.” He didn’t know what else to say. There was only one thing to do: run. He turned swiftly on his heels and headed for the open balcony doors.
“You’re going to go fight them. The trolls?”
He stopped, glancing at her beautiful reflection in the glass walls. “Yes.”
“You’re all just going to leave us here, alone?” She jammed a hand on her hip.
“We’ll barricade you in. Salt around the perimeter. You’ll be safe until we return.”
“Says you,” she muttered, but it was loud enough for him to hear.
“I can’t stay here and babysit you humans,” Keyn shouted, harsher than he meant to. “I am a warrior. The king says fight and I will do so.”
“Fine.” She clut
ched the book in her hand. “Just don’t die.” With that, she turned on her heels and left.
Keyn stood there for a moment, digesting her words. Trillian cared. She worried about him. It was enough to jolt him from a spiraling dark depression. Keyn went out the same door. He followed her slowly down the hallway and waited in the doorway as she walked to her brother’s side. Keyn watched, mesmerized, as Trillian opened the book and began to read. Her voice was melodic and steady. He found himself drawn, yet again, to her. Keyn stood there listening to the story of a human queen dealing with her husband’s death and trying to rule a world torn apart by war. Page after page, the story brightened, strengthening each character. Keyn listened until Trillian stopped and glanced behind her.
“I don’t know what the fuck your problem is, but when you come back, we’re figuring it out.” She seemed to be satisfied by that and Trillian went back to the story.
Keyn turned to the hall. The sounds of warriors gearing up for battle took his mind temporarily off the issue of his mate. This human woman had somehow gotten under his ribs and nailed herself to his heart. When had the anger dissipated so quickly? Now he felt only dislike, and the stirring of something else. Could he actually like her? Love her? Keyn shook his head and followed the group of warriors.
It was time for battle.
Keyn took to the sky. Glancing back, he caught an image that would forever remain in his mind. Trillian was on the balcony, her hands over her heart. He skidded to the right and Thame flicked his ear before they rammed into each other.
“Get your head in the battle,” Thame roared, the cool-headed fairy replaced by the anger and torn emotions of combat.
Keyn growled but pulled his sword free. Battle would do him good, sword in hand, bloody screams in the air. It would take control of his mind, his soul, and that’s what he needed now. They followed King Carrick and Mord out over the forest away from the women that were supposedly well protected. It did make sense that they fought these bastards on their own turf for once.
****
Trillian stood on that balcony for what seemed like an eternity. She watched them fly in the sky and brighten it with wild-colored wings. It was one hell of a sight, grown men in very little clothing flying against the backdrop of a dark night with twinkling stars. She waited until they were completely out of range and then she returned to Cameron’s side.
Trillian held his hand, her thoughts roaming. Keyn was a fucked-up mess and something inside her, way deep down inside, wanted to help him. She just had to fight the ego that he bruised and the wall around her heart. If only Cameron was awake. He always gave the best advice, helpful but not preachy.
She glanced at her big brother and squeezed his hand tighter. He had improved, even if it was subtle. Trillian noted how his cheeks now had some color. They were no longer sickly pale and that small shift toward hope made her feel so much better. He was still too thin, unconscious, and breathing heavily. She also noted a rash had formed on his shoulders, which Brielle insisted was normal.
What a woman. That lady came in here every day and spent hours taking care of him. She’d collapse and sleep only to wake and try again. The fairy in her thoughts appeared in the doorway. “How is he?”
“Better.” Trillian smiled. “He has more color.” Brielle fluttered toward them, gorgeous white wings batting slightly. Her slim body filled out a stunning white sundress.
“Yes, he does seem less pale,” she said and gave Trillian a smile.
“Are you stuck in the palace too? I’d thought you’d be with the others in the fight.”
Brielle sat on the other side of Cameron. “Mord does not wish me to be there. I am not very skilled with battle.”
“He hasn’t taught you?” Trillian found that odd. Every woman should have basic defense skills.
“He wishes to keep me from any harm,” she said but there was a sadness in her voice that was hard to ignore. Was there trouble in paradise?
Trillian opened her mouth to press further but a noise interrupted the conversation. Shattering glass had both women jumping to their feet. “The doors are barricaded and the salt is in place, right?”
Brielle nodded, color draining from her face.
“Fuck.” Trillian had this feeling, a rumbling, pit-of-her-stomach throbbing that started as soon as she heard that noise.
“It could be one of the others. Perhaps they knocked something over.”
“Yeah? No. I don’t have that kind of luck.” Trillian turned around and pulled the blanket off Cameron. She grabbed his pajama-clad arm and tugged him upward. “Help me,” she pleaded, slowly dragging Cameron from his spot.
“What? Where?”
“In the closet. He’s defenseless. Please, Brielle, I’m begging you.” She tugged and Cameron nearly knocked her over with his weight.
“But the queen.” Her white wings fluttered.
“I’ll get her. I promise. I’ll protect her with my life. Please.” Trillian breathed a sigh of relief when Brielle helped her move Cameron. They stashed him in the closet and Brielle cuddled his head as Trillian closed the door on them. “Stay put,” she whispered. After she closed the door, she moved to the table to pick up a knife. Keyn’s knife. He’d dropped it during their… what the fuck did she call it? Tryst. Trillian picked the blade up, wrapping her fingers around the hilt.
What the hell was she doing? She opened to door. This was nuts. Trillian was tough but she sure as hell couldn’t fight creatures armed with sharp fucking swords but she owed the fairies. They saved Cameron, and as far as she was concerned, she would honestly die to protect them. As long as Cameron lived, her demise was inconsequential.
Trillian shuffled down the hallway. Quiet. She tried to slow her breathing, but it was hard with nerves running rampant. She stopped mid-step. A breeze drifted through the hall and she sniffed the air as Keyn told her. The smell was unmistakable. “Fuck.”
Gripping the dagger tighter, she moved forward. Despite her rolling stomach, she made it to the glass room. Her eyes roamed and she found Breena sleeping on the couch. Trillian quickly made her way to the woman and covered her mouth.
Breena woke with a jerk, nearly severing Trillian’s arm with an axe she was sleeping with.
Trillian narrowed her eyes at the woman who looked sheepish. She shook her head, put a finger to her lips, and mouthed, They’re here. Breena swallowed hard and sat up. “Hide,” Trillian whispered.
“The queen,” she whispered back.
“I’m getting her.” Trillian stood and went out into the hall. A few moments later, she heard Breena’s timid footsteps. Great. The two women who couldn’t fight were going to protect the queen of the fairies.
Great fucking plan.
Trillian opened the queen’s bedchamber door. Well, that plan was looking better. The queen could kick some serious ass. She glanced around the room. Three trolls were dead and Queen Brook was fighting off another with two daggers. Trillian charged up behind one and slammed her knife into its back. It hissed, turned, and Brook sliced at its neck with her blade. It went down quickly.
“Thank you,” Brook said, covered in black blood and catching her breath. “Damn fucker wouldn’t die.” The queen shook her head.
Trillian grinned. She was beginning to like the queen.
Chapter Thirteen
“Do you know how many are here?”
Trillian shook her head. She watched as the queen ripped her nightgown off at the knees. She pulled the sleeves right off the thing and tied her wild hair up with a piece of the material. Her swollen belly didn’t seem to get in the way.
“Nobody is touching my baby,” she said when their eyes locked. “Where are the others?”
“Brielle and Cameron are hiding in a closet,” Trillian offered.
“Gran is in our bedchamber. She was out like a light when I left,” Breena said.
“Fine. First we get her, hide her, and then we go room to room together and kill these fucking smelly bastards.”
“Hello! Pregnant.” Trillian gestured to her belly.
“Actually, I am too,” Breena sputtered.
Well, that was a new way to give good news. “Um, congratulations,” Trillian said.
Brook hugged Breena. “Go hide in the closet with the others. We’ll handle this.”
“You’re fighting. So will I.” She lifted her chin.
The two pregnant women clasped hands and turned to Trillian.
“Yeah. Sure.” She placed her hand over theirs. “Let’s kill some trolls.” She was going to fight them with two pregnant ladies. Trillian’s sarcasm kicked in. Best fucking plan ever.
****
They were in the battlefield just outside the dark, dank cave where the trolls dwelled. Keyn swung his sword wide, killing another troll. The brown grass was speckled with spring-green slivers and black troll blood. The fight was epic. Nearly twenty lay dead and the fairies fought as one. Keyn flew into the air. He dove down and kicked a troll that had Thame pinned to the ground. Thame rolled atop it and shoved his sword through its throat. The men turned their attention to the others. The king was fighting beside Wick and Mord. Where was Whisper?
Whisper swooped in from the shadows. He grabbed a troll near the king, breaking its sword arm. The weapon dropped uselessly to the ground but Whisper went high. He flew to the top of the trees and let his captured enemy go. A scream rang out, and in seconds, there was the sickening splat of another enemy defeated.
Keyn jumped back into the battle. Thame was beside him as they cut through another cluster of trolls, who didn’t stand a chance. Their fighting style was rudimentary and tactical skills were extremely slim. It’s as if these were a distraction. Keyn glanced at the king. “This is too easy,” he yelled, slicing at a troll that tried to ram him in the mid-section.
“I noticed that.” The king’s words echoed.
“Damn it. This is a decoy.”
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