A Touch of Fae

by J. M. Madden

  Violet felt her eyebrows climb. Housekeeper? She wouldn’t even know what to do with a housekeeper. She would have to clean the house before the woman came over so that she wouldn’t feel like a slob.

  It just slammed home the fact that she still knew very little about these men.

  “So, where do you guys live? Do you have a house, or an apartment, or what?”

  The two men shared a glance between them, chewing slowly. Alessandro was the first to respond.

  “We have a house about twenty minutes outside of St. Louis. In a little town called Chesterfield. Close enough to both of our jobs it’s convenient.”

  Violet flipped over an end piece of tortilla. “So, what do you guys do for fun?”

  Rory looked up and smiled wickedly. Heat curled in her belly even as she reprimanded him. “Besides that!”

  Both men laughed outright, enjoying her embarrassment. Violet was sitting on the side of the counter with Rory and he bumped into her shoulder playfully, almost knocking her off the stool.

  “But that part’s so fun,” he pleaded.

  She squinted her eyes at him. “What do you do besides screw? Anything? Any hobbies?”

  “Well, we work out a lot.”

  “Obviously,” she muttered, unable to help herself. Rory smiled broadly. He and his sharp ears had heard her.

  “We have a home gym that gets a lot of use.”

  “A lot of use,” Alessandro deadpanned with a twinkling look at his partner.

  Violet shook her head in exasperation, unable to contain her own laughter. “You guys are terrible.”

  Alessandro took pity on her embarrassment.

  “When we have time we like to hike and ride motorcycles. During the summer we ski and boat. We’ve sky jumped once, but it’s not a hobby.”

  “I have serious issues with flying,” Rory admitted. “You probably do too with your Fae ancestry.”

  Violet nodded her head, letting it soak in. He was completely right. She did too. “What about family?”

  A tense look passed between the two men before they both looked down at their plates.

  Rory cleared his throat. “I have my father, occasionally. He’s on the Fae ruling council based out of Ireland. I see him a couple times a year but only when I have to. My mother died years ago. I have a couple of cousins here and there.”

  Violet was distracted. “There’s a ruling council?”

  He nodded his head, then stretched his arms up behind, clasping his hands together. “Yes. It’s more administrative than anything. There are so few full Fae anymore it’s almost more of a genealogical group. They keep track of who is where and their rating.”

  Her brows furrowed even more. “What’s a rating?”

  “It’s a ranking, basically, of the amount of Fae blood in a person. Percentages. Who they’re drawn to, stuff like that. If they produce children and the amount of Fae in those children.”

  Suddenly, Violet could almost feel a magnifying glass hovering over top of her. They studied them like that? Discomfort crawled down her spine.

  Alessandro must have seen her bewilderment because he pulled the attention back to him.

  “And I have a very large, beautiful family in Italy that wants nothing to do with me.”

  He finished so quietly that Violet at first thought she had misheard him.

  “They want nothing to do with you?” she repeated, incredulous.

  His dark head swayed back and forth and he avoided her eyes.

  “That’s ridiculous,” she burst out. “Because of you and Rory?”

  Slightly glassy hazel eyes lifted to hers as he nodded.

  Violet was heartbroken for him. Her own eyes filled with tears at his distress. “They won’t talk to you at all?”

  Blinking rapidly, he smiled, the emotion changing quicksilver fast. “I have one sister, Lucia, who treats me just the same. She is wonderful. The rest of my sisters do as my father tells them and avoid me. But Lucia, she is a firecracker and she doesn’t let him control her.”

  Violet was glad he had somebody in his corner rooting for him. It was difficult being alone in the world.

  She realized then that they were all three in basically the same boat; self-sufficient overall but with very little support system. Perhaps that was why Rory and Alessandro made such a good couple. They seemed to genuinely care about each other and had built a life for themselves that suited them. She wondered if they even had room for a third person in their lives. Hell, were they even looking for a third person? Or were they just out playing? She didn’t know and had no idea how to ask. So guys, where is this going? I mean, when am I moving in? Violet didn’t like the envy that rolled through her when they talked about their home and jobs. She didn’t want to be vulnerable like that.

  Instinctively though, she knew if they asked she would say yes to probably anything. Warmth built in her heart as she thought of being part of a family again, albeit a small one. She and Grandad hadn’t really celebrated holidays or birthdays, but they had always made it a point to at least be together. The past few holidays without him being around had been hard. Being invited in by coworkers or employees just wasn’t the same. What would she give to be part of a couple, or trio, as it were?

  It started raining outside after lunch so Violet turned TV on to watch the afternoon news. Nothing pertinent was going on, of course, but it gave them something to do. She was kind of at a loss as to what they wanted. They were hanging around like they liked her company, but she wasn’t sure. Rory eventually stepped into the other room with his cell phone to his ear and Alessandro settled onto the couch beside her to watch an old movie. As if he had done it many times before, he tugged her into the cradle of his arm and Violet felt affection flood her heart. They talked quietly about the plot and other mundane things until Rory returned and settled onto the opposite end of the couch. He brought a tension with him that filtered through the room. Alessandro reached across her to touch his shoulder.

  “What is it?”

  Green eyes dark and turbulent, he looked at Alessandro apologetically. “We have to go back tomorrow. Problems at work.”

  Violet’s heart clenched in pain and she shut her eyes protectively. No, they just got here.

  A gentle finger ran down her cheek. When she opened her eyes Rory frowned at her fiercely. “I’m sorry, Violet. We had planned on hanging out for at least another day or two but I’m needed back at work.”

  But I need you here too.

  When a tear rolled down her cheek Rory growled and pulled her onto his lap, clutching her to him.

  “Oh honey, don’t cry. Don’t be upset. We’ll be back, I promise.”

  Violet felt Alessandro squeeze in on her other side and kisses being peppered on her hair. “Ah, bella, you make my heart weep. Don’t cry.” A gentle hand rubbed her back and she knew it was his touch.

  She gulped in a breath but the tears continued to fall. “I’m sorry,” she gasped out. “I never expected it to hurt this much.”

  “We’ll be back,” Rory promised. “This isn’t the end of us—this.” He made a motion with his hand to encompass the three of them huddled on the couch together.

  Alessandro spewed out a bunch of Italian. Rory looked thoughtful for a moment, then responded softly.

  “What?” she asked, sitting up on his lap. “Don’t talk about me when I’m right here.”

  Rory cleared his throat, looking thoughtful. “Sandro, uh, wants to know if you would consider coming out to us. With us. To St. Louis,” he ended.

  Violet felt her jaw drop open in surprise. For some reason she had not thought about going out there. At least not seriously. It was a long way from home. If what he said were true though, about them being paired, she would need to think about it soon. Trepidation coursed through her at the thought of leaving Kentucky and the shop and what she knew. She was just a small-town girl. A little part of her bounced up and down in excitement though, too. It would be wonderful to get away from things for a w
hile and see a different way of life. She loved to explore, even by herself. Harold could take care of the shop for a few days. He had before.

  Once again reserve washed over her and stayed. She had no business going anywhere with these men. She barely knew them. Even though she felt more familiar with them than any other men she had been with, the relationship was still new and frightening. “I don’t know,” she said finally. “I’ll have to think about it.”

  Rory looked kind of relieved and Violet couldn’t blame him. Regardless of what he said it had to be difficult to accept the idea of a soul mate. If what he said were true they would both have to change some things in their lives. Was her reaction to their leaving part of that change?

  Alessandro frowned fiercely as if he didn’t agree with her reluctance. “Bella, you should come with us. You would love St. Louis. It is a beautiful city with wonderful people.” The lines on his forehead disappeared suddenly as he smiled his big toothy smile. “You will love the house. Out in the woods with deer and squirrels. Very secluded. No one to hear you scream in ecstasy.”

  Violet laughed out loud. “Oh, really? Are you sure the deer won’t mind me yelling out?”

  Alessandro shook his head. “They hear it all the time. They are used to it.” His eyes twinkled devilishly.

  Violet laughed, but found herself a little turned on as well. He painted an intriguing picture. Rory must have thought so as well because an erection had begun to grow beneath her ass. So he wasn’t totally averse to the idea of her coming out then. Glancing at him out of the corner of her eye she tried to gauge his mood. Brilliant green eyes were trained on Alessandro’s face, fascinated. Perhaps the thought of all of them in the woods together was getting him revved up. When the weight of his gaze settled onto hers and stayed, she knew that was exactly what had happened.

  At the base of her spine his left hand rubbed gently expanding circles and Violet moved restlessly. “So, what exactly would you do to make me scream?”

  Chapter Eight

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  AS HER THROATY voice rolled over him, Rory hardened even further as he imagined taking her with Alessandro the way he wanted to. Resting against his hip, Alessandro stopped breathing as if he couldn’t believe what he had heard.

  Then she upped the ante. “What would the two of you like to do to me to make me scream?”

  The little witch knew exactly what she was doing because she had pulled back enough to look straight at him, waiting for him to speak. Maybe this was the opening he had been waiting for, to tell her what they expected out of being with her.

  “There is a glen behind our house, secluded, where we go to play sometimes. Alessandro and I would take you at the same time and your body would resist at first, but by the time we are done with you, you won’t be able to walk. You will feel a satisfaction you have never even imagined. You will scream,” he promised.

  The lids of her eyes settled low as if imagining the scene. “Show me,” she whispered.

  Rory felt a rush of liquid from the tip of his dick and almost came beneath her ass. When had he ever been so turned on that mere words put him on the edge of release so sharply? Alessandro appeared to be in the same predicament. He had flopped back against the back of the couch, eyes closed, legs stretched out in front of him and his hand on his cock. Even as Rory watched the dark-lashed lids fluttered open. Their eyes met and Rory knew exactly what Alessandro was thinking. The same thing he had been thinking for weeks. Could she take them both?

  Not giving her a chance to change her mind, Rory pushed her off his lap into a standing position in front of him. His big fingers fumbled at her jeans button until it finally released and he ripped down her zipper. Then he tugged her pants down over her hips. She stood submissively before him, eyes almost closed. He was distracted briefly when she raised her hands to cup her breasts, but Alessandro moving in at his side reminded him what he was doing. Her hands settled on his tight shoulders for balance as he pulled her jeans and panties off her feet. When he looked up, Alessandro was peeling her shirt from her uplifted arms.

  Then she was standing before him naked. Rory drank in the sight of her. Her heavy breasts were lush, the dark nipples pointed up in supplication. When Alessandro reached around her from behind, covering her dusky peaks with his hands, Rory sat back and tried to etch the picture in his mind. They were stunning together; Alessandro with his swarthy good looks and Violet with her pale complexion and dark hair. Even after being in the States for years, Alessandro still tanned easily in the summertime and he was brown as a berry now. Violet was porcelain white by comparison.

  “God, that feels good,” she whispered. Passion deepened her voice to a raspy whisper. Her eyes fluttered closed and she leaned back into Sandro. His partner bent down to nibble at her neck as he tilted her head to the side, draping her long dark hair over her opposite shoulder. The blunt end of her hair just brushed at her nipples.

  Leaning forward, Rory pressed his face into her stomach. Cupping her hips in his hands, he pulled her forward to his lips. Violet moaned and shifted restlessly. Rory could smell her desire. With one hand he teased his fingers through her dark pubic hair, then delved into the moisture beyond. Rory felt her body tense in expectation of his finger, but he pulled back at the last second before reaching her clit. Violet moaned above him, her fingers burrowing into his scalp, holding his face to her softness. Rory worked his lips across her skin, biting just a bit here and there to keep her tense. Shifting, she spread her legs and tilted her hips forward, trying to encourage him to do more but he held back. Rory reached behind Violet and pulled his lover in close, holding the two of them together with his long arms.

  The tightness in his pants was excruciating and he knew his cock would stand straight up from his belly when released. Once again delving through Violet’s hair, Rory plunged a finger deep within her heat. Violet screamed out, clutching at his hair with her fists. Her hips moved automatically, encouraging a rhythm. Rory complied with what she wanted for a few minutes before pulling his drenched finger out of her pussy. Looking up the line of her body he deliberately let her see him lick his finger clean. Reaching for her left knee, Rory pulled her foot up to rest on the couch beside him. The position opened her up to his gaze and allowed him to plan what came next.

  “Hold her, Sandro.”

  The Italian cupped Violet’s ass in his palms; taking some of her weight and balancing her before Rory. Using both thumbs Rory pulled her outer lips apart, feasting on her with his eyes. “You are so beautiful,” he told her.

  Violet looked away from him as if she didn’t believe his words.

  “You are,” he insisted. “I wouldn’t just say that.”

  He stared at her hard until her eyes met his. He tried to push his conviction at her and make her understand how very into her he was. How very into her they were.

  With a smile Violet reached out and cupped his chin in her hand. Using her thumbnail, she scraped against the stubble. “I know.”

  But her eyes told him differently. She heard his words but didn’t exactly believe him.

  Rory tried not to let her distrust hurt, but it did nonetheless.

  With renewed determination he focused on what he was doing.

  Moisture glistened on her thighs and he had to reach out and touch. Going higher, he slipped his broad middle finger into her depths. She twitched around him and Rory knew she would do the exact same thing to his cock. Gliding his finger through her folds, he pushed farther back, gliding along her crack. The rosette of her ass clenched when he brushed over it, but as he massaged her own moisture around she began to loosen up. Alternating back and forth, he moved moisture from her pussy to her ass. When he slipped the tip of his middle finger inside the rosette, she was more than ready.

  “Oh my god,” she moaned.

  Pressing and retreating, he worked his finger deeper and deeper inside her but continued to brush her clit with his thumb. Her legs began quaking around his hand and Rory knew she was close to
the edge.

  Leaning back against the couch, he unfastened and shoved his pants down his legs. His cock sprang up, weeping for attention. Violet looked down at him hungrily. Her leg was still hiked up on the couch and Alessandro was practically holding her up. He took a fraction of a second to roll on a condom then nodded at his partner over her shoulder. “I’ve got her.”

  Rory guided her lower half and Alessandro held her shoulders as she settled down onto his waiting cock with one of her knees on each side of his hips. Violet cried out as her own moisture allowed him to slip in almost to the hilt. Clenching his jaw, Rory tried to hold back his moan. She had to be the hottest, wettest heat he had ever been inside. Panting, he held her hips still as he tried to push back his orgasm. Not yet.

  Violet lay forward on his chest, tucking her face into his neck. Rory thought it was cute, and innocent. She knew exactly what was coming. Flexing his hips, he speared up inside her.

  Violet yelped and he knew he had struck her g-spot just right. Perhaps it would be better to go ahead and force her over. Then she would really be ready for the two of them. Gliding faster, he hit that spot again and again. Violet tossed against his chest, her fingernails digging into his skin as she struggled to maintain control, but he wasn’t letting her do that. Clamping his hands on her hips, he held her still as he brought her right to the edge then flung her over.

  The spasms rippling through her almost threw him over as well. Clenching his jaw, his eyes slammed shut as he prayed for fortitude. He waited until her involuntary movements slowed, then eventually stopped. She sat up on his lap but did not disengage herself from his body.

  When he opened his eyes Alessandro was standing at her side, naked. Violet cradled his testicles in her hand and kissed the tip of his prick. Widening her lips, she took the head of him completely into her mouth. Alessandro groaned and pushed forward, deeper into her mouth. At the same time she began grinding on Rory. She was very loose now with her recent orgasm and the gliding heat felt sensational. Guiding her with his left hand, with his right he reached up to fondle Sandro’s smooth balls. They were high and tight to his body. Rory could tell by the way the other man was panting that he was just as close to coming as Rory was.