“Get back to the women. Now,” he yelled. Carrick removed the nearest troll’s head from his shoulders. In seconds, the air filled with bloody fairies who knew they had taken the wrong path.
If anything happened to Trillian, he would cut off Mord’s head. Keyn flew faster, pushing himself harder to get home to his mate.
****
“I told you this was a bad fucking idea!” Trillian yelled. Her voice raspy and her heart pounded in her ears. They were surrounded. Breena had hit her head and she was currently unconscious just inside the palace doors. Trillian glanced at her with a sick feeling before turning to the very pregnant queen.
“Stop your whining. You’re making us look like little girls.” Brook hissed the words. “Back to back.” They spun so they each faced the horde of trolls. “Without arrows, we’ll have to fend them off.”
“My ass.” Trillian dodged a meaty troll hand grabbing for her weapon and she sliced the dagger across its face. Another approached and dragged a blade across her arm before she could swing wide. The pain wasn’t immense but it hurt like hell. She cried out, covered the wound with her other hand, but kept the dagger outstretched. “What do we do?” Coming face-to-face with death was a rather changing experience. Trillian felt her pulse wild beneath her skin. Her breathing was uneven and she was constantly thinking of Cameron and Keyn.
“We fight,” Brook said and stepped forward. She was swinging her daggers like she was a professional fighter. She even clocked two of them before another grabbed her legs. Trillian turned and jabbed at the troll. It let go but before Trillian could turn around one of the captured her. She screeched, kicked back, and struggled against its arms.
“Run!” The trolls were quickly overpowering them. If they caught the queen...
“Damn it, Brook, run!” Trillian tried. She loosened the troll’s hold by kicking his leg but couldn’t get loose. Of course, the stubborn woman wouldn’t listen. Trillian felt a searing hot pain in her side and she stopped struggling to look down. A dagger stuck from her side like a wayward limb. Trillian looked up, catching Brook’s horrified expression. “Run.”
“Never.” The queen threw her dagger and hit the troll that had Trillian square between the eyes.
Trillian fell to the ground. Blood formed a sickening pool beneath her. She tried to stand. The queen was in trouble. The warriors were too far away to help. Was this really the end? She’d never see Cameron’s green eyes again. Trillian wanted to hear him laugh, just one more time.
“Damn it. Hold on!” Brook yelled. She fell and landed on her side, blood springing from her thigh. Her eyes were wide as the trolls converged. The queen of the fairies opened her mouth and screamed but it wasn’t her mate’s name. “Valen!”
Who was that? Trillian felt her energy drain. She managed to struggle to her knees but fell to her face. She rolled to her side, desperate to get to Brook’s side. Trillian would shield the queen with her body if she had to.
“Valen!” Queen Brook called out again, louder and shriller.
Trillian didn’t want to watch. Her eyes went wide, her mouth fell open, and a troll stood above the queen with a sword. “No. Please, no!” she said just above a whisper.
From the distance a yell echoed. “Broooook!”
Trillian was stunned as a man with swirling green eyes sprinted out of the darkness. His red hair lifted off his shoulder from the sheer speed he ran. His chiseled good looks held narrowed eyes. Tight clothes molded to his body as he bolted toward the queen. He fought like a man on the warpath with nothing to live for. This must be Valen. Was he human? He didn’t have any wings. Who was he? At the moment, she didn’t care. He fought off the remaining trolls. The palace doors burst open. Brielle, Breena, and Gran Abigail emerged. They held bottles of liquor with rags burning and bottles of salt that they scattered like acid. Trillian gasped, her side numb. She lay down, turning slightly so she could see the queen. That man was approaching her.
Valen leaned over Queen Brook. Were those tears in his eyes? He placed a hand over her swollen belly and their eyes seemed to lock. Trillian could have sworn they were lovers the way they glanced at each other. There was such heat and intensity. Valen was leaning closer, his lips parting slightly, and the queen didn’t seem to fight the attraction.
“Do not touch my queen!” King Carrick’s deep voice rang out.
The trolls around them began to run off. The fairies came out of the sky like angry angels. Trillian watched the king and this Valen man argue. Carrick raised his sword but Brook blocked him. Trillian’s lids were getting heavy but she saw their lips moving with heated words and then Valen took off. He stormed off into the darkness.
“Trillian?”
She turned toward the sound. Her fairy man. Trillian smiled at Keyn and then her lids were just too heavy to keep open.
****
“For stupid, smelly beasts, they come up with successful plans.” Keyn knelt beside an unconscious Trillian. Brielle stood on the other side using her ability to heal the near fatal wound on his mate’s side. “Your research has failed.” Keyn surged to his feet and faced Mord. “You nearly got the queen and my mate killed!”
“Oh, now you claim her,” Mord said sarcastically.
Keyn rushed forward but Thame was there to hold him back. They struggled briefly before the king’s angry voice silenced them all. Keyn returned to Trillian’s side. Was that Valen? Shit, all hell would break loose if that guy was anywhere near the queen. What a history those two had.
“Mord, what happened?”
“I-I’m sorry, sir,” he stuttered, his head hanging low. “My research was solid. I don’t know why the attack wasn’t successful. They must have found out. That’s the only reasonable explanation. I never thought the women would be in any danger.”
“I agree.” The king shoved his marred sword into its sheath. “That can only mean we have a stowaway in the kingdom. I want a search team to go through every section and weed him out. Thame, take care of your woman and the queen.” The king gave his mate a quick glance and it was none too nice. “Keyn take of Trillian and I want you to help guard the women.” Orders given, he trudged off with the others.
Keyn carefully picked Trillian up. His skin crawled but no bumps appeared. His wings fluttered as he flew them to the glass room’s balcony. Once inside he placed her on the couch and sat beside her.
“You fairies talk a lot of shit.”
Her voice was a beacon of light. Keyn turned quickly toward her and smiled when her eyes opened. She groaned and closed them again.
“‘Don’t worry, you’ll be safe’ he says. Warriors, my ass. Twice I had to fight these things off in this fucking place and...” Trillian gasped and quickly sat up. “The queen!”
“She’s safe and well.”
Trillian took a deep breath, nodded, and returned to the couch while closing her eyes. “Everyone’s okay?”
“Yes. There were no fairy or human casualties.”
She cuddled closer to the couch and her breathing slowed but before sleep could claim her, Trillian did the strangest thing. His mate reached out and grabbed his hand. Keyn shivered but held his ground as their fingers weaved and their palms pressed together. She was soon fast asleep and he couldn’t help but examine the very human hand holding his.
****
Trillian woke alone. The sounds of distant sword fighting woke her quickly and she ran to the balcony. She glanced out over the kingdom from the glass room. Night had fallen. The moon was full and high. It shined down and highlighted the empty pathways and the sunflowers that looked just a bit perkier with the warmer weather. Where was everyone? Was Keyn with them? Yes, she’d fallen for the moody bastard. It still made her frown to admit that. After all the complaining and swearing, she fell for him anyway. Maybe Breena was right, maybe they were fated to be together.
She yawned widely and stretched her aching arms. Between the fight and the couch, she was so damn stiff. Her side, however, felt a hundred percent. What
ever Brielle did healed everything. That gave Trillian such hope for Cameron.
Trillian wandered off toward his room. It was dark and moonlight layered across his sleeping form. Still out. She smiled at him and went to light a candle to at least give the area some sort of light. Trillian found the candle on the table but it was burnt down to the wick. So much for that plan. She saw something flash out the window. Trillian jerked her head up, ready to protect, to fight, but saw Keyn.
He was pressed against the glass. A fine sheet of rain misted his bare skin and that was a lot of yummy flesh showing. Keyn pressed his palms against the glass and quickly opened the door. A gust of warm breeze followed. “I returned after the battle but you weren’t on the couch.”
Was that panic in his voice? “I heard it and woke. What battle? Is everyone all right?”
He walked toward her but stopped a foot away. “More trolls trying to flee. No injuries to our side.”
Trillian felt it, the wave of sexual tension that filled the room. With him dressed in a loincloth, it was sort of a nonstop emotion whenever she saw him. “Good,” she whispered, her eyes roaming his body.
“I’ll leave you then,” he said just as quietly.
“Please don’t.” She stumbled forward. Trillian was tired of being alone, tired of handling life like a never-ending burden of chores. Her heart called for Keyn, and for once, she was going to listen to the thing. Trillian reached out and placed her hand on his cheek.
“I cannot.” His lips pressed firmly together.
“I think you can.” Trillian advanced.
Keyn held his ground but closed his eyes and fisted his hands. “Your scent is too strong. I will not be gentle and will find no release.” He tried to push her hand away.
Trillian grabbed his chin and when his eyes jerked open, she kissed him. It was quick, a press of lips to tease her ravaged appetite. She placed a hand on his chest and he quivered against her palm. “Do you have a home here?”
“Yes.”
“Does it have a bath tub?”
Keyn nodded slowly. “A bathing tub is in...”
“Good. Take me there.”
“Where?” His eyes opened to stare at her.
“To your home, to your bathing tub.” She grinned as she said it. “I can help you.” Trillian glanced to his crotch and grinned. “I have many skills you’ve never even dreamed of.”
His mouth flopped open only to close again. “I cannot.”
“Shut up and take me to your house.” Trillian would not take no for an answer. She stepped closer and waited for his arms to wrap around her. Once they did, her feet left the ground and they hovered in the air. She held on tightly, confident he would let her go. Trillian closed her eyes, having no desire to stare at the ground while they zoomed over it. Once she felt solid object under her, she opened them.
“My home.”
She opened the balcony door and glanced in at his bedroom. The bed was mussed and unmade but the room was hardly furnished. Did he have nothing to spruce it up? No paintings like the palace, no reference to his childhood or hobbies. She frowned but quickly hid it. Trillian turned in Keyn’s arms. She reached up and kissed his cheek. “Lead the way.”
He did, through a set of halls and into a room that could only be described as flawless. There was a large tub with clawed feet and a floor-to-ceiling window that displayed the gorgeous waterfall outside. What a view. She turned around and thought the same thing. The view from here was pretty damn good.
“Make the water nice and warm.” She went to a chair, simple and wooden. Sitting down, she watched him bend over, his fine ass hidden by that dinky loincloth. She removed her shoes and socks, shoving them beneath the chair. Trillian pulled the scrunchy from her hair and let it flow down her shoulders. She shook it out briefly before she pulled her shirt over her head. Her chest was heaving. The heart so tender beat wildly.
Keyn turned around.
She didn’t know if this plan would work. “Control yourself,” she mumbled but the heated look in his eyes was nearly her undoing. “You do know what these are, right?” Trillian cupped her covered breasts.
Keyn nodded but it was stiff.
“Good, because you bypassed them completely...before.” She reached back and unhooked her bra. The silky material fell at her feet, revealing hard pink nipples with generous flesh around the peak. She stepped toward him, and her smile faded. “Take the tip into your mouth,” she instructed. Trillian groaned when Keyn leaned forward and his breath fanned her skin. This moment was so intense she could hardly breathe. Then his lips landed on her skin. He suckled at her nipple and she arched forward. “Yes,” Trillian hissed. His tongue darted out to taste and flick her tip.
Keyn pulled away. “You like this?”
Trillian nodded, guiding his head to her other breast. “Very much.”
He smiled. “It’s pleasant for me too. I enjoy the sight of your breasts.”
She couldn’t help but laugh. He sounded so calm and controlled while his eyes were wide and his hands fisted, knuckles turning white. “This is your first time touching tits?”
He nodded, lapping at her other breast.
“My poor, sweet fairy.” She held his head and pulled him up for a gentle, quick kiss. Trillian stepped back. She unbelted her jeans, and slid them down her hips. They pooled at her feet and she stepped out of them. There was determination in her movements. She was indomitable, ready to seduce and conquer Keyn. Trillian would heal his broken soul. At least, that was the plan.
She reached out and tugged at his loincloth. Two good pulls and it unraveled. She practically gasped as it fell at his feet. No wonder she felt so full. He was a very big boy. She licked her lips and went to her knees. “Sit on the edge of the tub.”
He complied. “Why?”
“Oh, this is going to be fun.” Trillian spread his knees so she could kneel between them. Then she gripped his hard shaft in her hands. He jumped up and jerked away. “Hey. Get back here.”
“Do not...touch it.” He swallowed hard.
Well, hell. “You don’t want me to touch your penis. To wrap my lips around it and suck.”
“No, this was a bad idea.” His wings fluttered nervously.
“Keyn.” Trillian stood. “How did you get those scars?” She pointed at his cock, which pulsed and remained a battering ram between his legs.
“I cannot do this.” He turned away.
“Damn it, Keyn. I am trying to make this work. We can be lonely apart or we can work on this mating thing together. I’m sure as hell sick of making my own orgasms.”
He stopped. His voice sounded shaky and weak. “I don’t know if I can do this, Trillian.” His head hung. “The memories, your human smell, your human touches...they overwhelm me.”
She splashed loudly with her panties still on and landed with an ungraceful splat in the tub. The warm water flowed over body and temporarily cooled the lust between her legs. “Then come sit in here with me. It’s just water.”
His cock bobbed as he approached. When he lifted a leg to get in, she got a dazzling view of his heavy balls and couldn’t resist the lick of her lips. The water rose as he sat across from her, their legs touching ever so lightly. She turned the water off, and in silence, they sat. Trillian would wait. He’d saved Cameron. The least she could do was give him some time, maybe a second or third or fourth chance.
He cleared his throat.
“Keyn, what happened when you fell from the sky?”
He gasped and looked away. Finally, he said, “I landed bruised and injured but I wasn’t broken. Not yet. Not until they came.”
“Who?” She reached out, and under the water, her thumb rubbed against his ankle.
“The humans. The human men.”
Trillian stopped. Suddenly, she understood. Her lips parted but no sound emerged. Men in the woods found an injured fairy in a loincloth. “Oh, Keyn, they...” Tears were blurring her vision.
He glanced at her and nodded. “First
they...touched it and...” He swallowed hard again. His chest was beginning to heave, his body shivering. Keyn surged to his feet, water cascading down his delicious body as he charged toward the window.
Trillian struggled to follow and nearly landed on her face. Keyn was there, catching her, helping her to stand.
“I am broken, beyond repair.”
Trillian shook her head, pushed wet hair from her face. She reached out and grabbed hold of his hand. In moments, they were in the bedroom, the balcony doors wide. The full moon lit the area like a romantic candlelit room. She pushed him so he sat on the end of the bed and knelt before him in her wet, uncomfortable panties. “It’s just me, Keyn. My hands.” She placed them on his knees. “Look, watch, my hands on you.”
She made sure he watched before she slid her hands upward. His thighs were a solid structure of muscle. Trillian’s fingertips danced across them and toward his pillar-like cock. One finger swiped at it and she waited. When he didn’t bolt, she did it again. Fingertip to cock with very slow movements. “It’s Trillian touching you. Feels good, doesn’t it?”
Keyn nodded, swallowed hard and took a deep breath.
“This is my mouth on your thigh.” She placed her lips against his flesh. “My tongue on your skin.”
She moved to the base of his cock and her tongue swiped across the flesh there. It was salty and smelled like musky man and fresh water. “My lips on your beautiful cock.” She spoke, her breath on his skin, and when he trembled, Trillian’s lips wrapped around his dick. He jerked, breathed violently through his mouth but stayed put. She lapped at the rounded head, savoring the taste, then took the entire tip into her mouth.
Keyn cried out. His hands grabbed the blanket and twisted the delicate fibers.
“Say my name,” she whispered before returning to his dick. Trillian lapped and licked the head, paying close attention to the sensitive underside.
“Trillian,” he said weakly.
“Say it again,” Trillian urged, taking a few inches into her mouth.
“Trillian.” His voice was stronger, slightly more breathless.
She pushed further, sending his cock into her throat as her fingers gently messaged his balls. When she pulled free and gasped for air, she noted the pre-cum oozing from his shaft. His cock was ready to blow. “Again, Keyn. Who’s sucking you? Who’s going to give you release?”
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