Faerie Kissed

by Jaliza A. Burwell

  “I really did. Let me touch you. Let me taste you. Please.”

  “Yes,” I hissed, the fae side of me roaring in victory at this small claim. Even she had agreed that Waylon was ours and now we didn’t need to hold back.

  Fuck the ex. Fuck the time. Fuck the future.

  He was mine now.

  I pulled him into a searing kiss meant to claim. My magic skittered over him, and he shuddered as he returned it with the same fervor.

  Someone tugged at my jeans, and I lifted my hips so they could slide them off. The air felt hot to me, but I wasn’t sure if that was because my body temperature was going crazy or if it was because it really was hot in the room. I didn’t care, soaking up all the heat that I could.

  “This might be a bad idea. You’re exhausted,” Foster whispered, moving my hair so he could nibble on my neck.

  “Fuck that. I can sleep when I’m dead.”

  They chuckled at my response before Waylon claimed my attention again, deepening his kiss. “I need her,” he said.

  The guys understood right away. We needed a moment of just us two.

  They backed off, not leaving the room, but giving us enough space to enjoy ourselves. The three of them had never had trouble watching each other with me. After they got over their initial jealousy and embarrassment, they practically preferred being in the room together when someone was pleasing me. Apparently, they all got off seeing me have an orgasm.

  Waylon hovered over me, eyes intense as he stared into me. His gaze stayed on my face taking in my eyes, my lips, all of me as he brushed the back of his fingers against my cheek so painfully tenderly that it left me breathless as my soul ached for him.

  “Are you really mine?” I whispered, grabbing his waist, my fingers digging in. He didn’t seem to mind.

  He sighed, eyes closing slightly as if he needed the touch. “Josie, I’ve always been yours. Ever since we were bratty six-year-old kids riding our bikes up and down the street and you smiled at me so big as you laughed, one of your front teeth missing. I knew even then that you had to always be in my life, in any way that I could have you.”

  Waylon leaned down and kissed me, the contact so gentle despite the raging need that burned deep in both of us. “I’m yours.”

  My fae side practically yelled with glee and reacted. We were fully dressed, but then the cool air brushed against me, and I realized my magic had decided we no longer needed clothes.

  “What the?” Waylon looked me up and down, taking all of me in, brows furrowed.

  “Damn. See. This is what I mean. You guys make me feel like I’m a teenager again.”

  “You can magic away clothes?” Jason asked.

  I nodded, covering my face. Losing control of my magic was on par with a teenage boy coming prematurely before they even had a chance to get themselves out of their underwear.

  “Hey.” Waylon grabbed my hands and forced them away from my face. “It’s only convenient. Don’t worry about it.”

  “I lost control.”

  Waylon broke out in a big boyish grin that left me speechless. “Then I’m doing my job.”

  Jason snorted at that. “I thought it was pretty hot,” he said. “Made my skin tingle.” I glanced over and smiled, realizing the both of them were getting off on watching the two of us. They sat at the edge of the bed, eyes dark, lips parted, with redness darkening their cheeks as they took me in.

  Waylon gained my attention by nibbling my neck, biting hard enough to sting. He cupped my breasts, his thumb skimming my nipple until it hardened under his tutelage.

  I moaned, reaching and pulling him down on top of me, wrapping my legs around him and squeezing hard as I felt all of him pressed against my body. Waylon claimed my lips, his kiss deep, trying to breathe all of me in. We made out for a little bit, relearning the feel of each other’s body. Then he began working his way down my body, nipping and licking at my skin, finding all the good spots. He was making me feel alive, my magic buzzing under the surface, still skittish, but at least it was there and it liked what it felt.

  I couldn’t stop squirming as he kissed down my belly, going lower and lower. My body heated with excitement, my lower stomach tightening from anticipation. I really liked where this was going and by the small smile on Waylon’s mouth as he glanced up at me, he did too.

  When Waylon buried his face between my legs, I almost came right then, my hips bucking off the bed.

  One of the guys swore, but I was too lost in the sensations to see who. Waylon’s tongue was magic as he nipped and kissed me. I felt drenched, ready and needing more.

  But Waylon was relentless. He’d bring me to the edge and then force me back down. Over and over. I was ready to cry at the sweet, sweet torture.

  “If you don’t let me come, I’m breaking your dick,” I warned.

  Waylon chuckled. “Then come,” he said as he slipped two fingers inside of me and curled them, playing with that special spot inside of me. I came hard, my whole body tightened and then I fell off the edge into sweet abyss as my magic responded, filling the room in pleasure.

  While I was enjoying the effects of my orgasm, my body feeling a bit like jelly, Waylon climbed up my body. He ran his hand down my side before cupping my thigh and lifting. In a swift movement, he thrust inside me. I clamped around him, feeling so full with him inside. I groaned as he moved slowly, doing that hip movement that I used to love so much.

  “Fuck yeah,” Jason whispered. The bed shifted as he came closer.

  Without saying anything, Waylon moved us so the two of us were sitting, him still thrusting inside me. I held on to his shoulder, getting used to the new position and how deep and intimate it felt. Jason moved behind me, sucking on my neck as he reached around and cupped my breasts. His hardness pressed against my butt, making it feel like we were about to do something forbidden. We had never gone that far, though we talked about it in the past.

  “Relax,” Jason whispered. “I know. Nothing’s going to happen until you’re ready.” He bit my earlobe before kissing the sensitive spot behind my ear. I shuddered, pressed between the two of them.

  Sandwiched like that, the coldness that had been plaguing me thawed away quickly as all I felt were the raging fires of our bodies together. Jason worked my skin with his mouth as he thrust behind me, his hard member moving between my butt cheeks, his breathing growing heavier. I motioned for Foster, needing the heat of all three of them. As soon as he was close enough, I wrapped my hand around his dick and began pumping him. If we were in a different position, I would have claimed him with my mouth, but this would do because I didn’t want to move from the feel of Waylon pumping in me with Jason at my back.

  We found our rhythm, moving in sync, so perfectly together that for once, it didn’t feel like we had a ten-year gap between us. I rose higher and higher before I found my release around Waylon. He grunted as he continued to thrust, prolonging my orgasm with each stroke of his member. Jason tweaked my breasts as he moved faster behind me.

  Waylon came first, filling me with his hot seed. Jason followed soon after with a couple of slow thrusts with grunts, my back feeling hot and sticky. Foster leaned forward and claimed my lips as he came all over my hand.

  We were spent, sweaty, and I was stickier than I planned to be. Unable to help it, I giggled.

  “What?” Waylon asked, pulling away. I winced at the feel of him slipping out of me.

  “Not how I thought this was going to go down,” I admitted.

  Waylon looked me over, a wide grin spreading across his features. “Best way for it to go. I’ll get a warm cloth to clean you up.”

  Jason chuckled behind me, pulling me against him as he fell back. I let out a little yip at the brief moment of feeling like I was free-falling before I was cuddled into his chest. “What? No magic to clean us all up, like you did with the clothes?”

  I giggled. “I’m too exhausted now. I think my limbs forgot how to work.”

  Foster laughed as he leaned forward and k
issed my breast before crawling off the bed. “Rest, we’ll take care of you.”

  He didn’t need to say anything else.

  I really was exhausted. Between waking up cold and tired, and the sex, I was done for. My eyelids drooped down as the guys talked with each other. Their voices blending together was comforting and never before had I ever felt so content.

  Completely exhausted, but also blissfully happy to be surrounded by my guys as I always wanted to be for a very long time.

  Chapter Twenty-Nine

  My eyes felt crusted and the only thing I wanted to do was snuggle deeper into the warm body wrapped around me. Sunlight lit up my eyelids, telling me I had to get up. There was stuff to do.

  Had to track down Laikynn

  Figure out how to help the fae addicts.

  And settle my feelings with the guys.

  Reality was coming fast, and I knew I was going to hate what that was for me.

  “You’re thinking too hard,” a gruff voice said.

  I finally opened my eyes and smiled at Waylon. His sexiness called to me. The sleepy honey-brown eyes, the five-o’clock shadow, the sexy way his mouth curled up.

  “I’m making sure I don’t wake up from this dream.”

  Waylon’s chuckle shook me as he ran a hand through my hair. “I promise, this isn’t a dream.”

  “You’re really here.”

  “I’m really here. Have been all night and morning.”

  Humming, I ran my hands over his wide chest, enjoying the feel of his hard body. He wasn’t as wide and muscular as the others, but he was still fit, all that running honing his body into something sleek and powerful.

  I hadn’t gotten a good look at his tattoo last night, so I studied it, tracing the lines with my fingers. He reached up and wrapped his hand around mine.

  “When did you get this?” I asked. “And what is it?”

  “Instead of only touching it, how about you look closely,” he said in a soft voice.

  I leaned closer, following all the lines until finally, I had a full picture. It curled around his shoulder, traveling to the bottom of his neck. It almost reached his nipple, it was so big.

  “You didn’t,” I whispered.

  “I did.”

  “I almost forgot about this.” I traced it again, now fully understanding what it was I touched. None of us had tattoos and we had planned for our first ones to be done together after we were married. And it was one I had designed. Drawing had been something I did as a hobby, and I was pretty good at it. So I designed one that I felt told our journey together from childhood to adulthood to our grand love and happily ever after.

  I had studied the Celtics so extensively that I used their symbols to tell the story, weaving them together for a full story. I followed the curves and turns now.

  “It’s not finished,” I whispered.

  “We never finished it,” was his simple response.

  I blinked back tears and leaned against his chest.

  “I can’t believe you got this,” I whispered.

  “The night that was supposed to be the first night of our marriage. I got wasted and went out and did it. I needed something to hold on to and the tattoo ended up being it. The story you had drawn didn’t come as you thought, but it was still our story, still our past, and I kept hoping it’d still be our future too.”

  “You don’t regret it?” I asked.

  He kissed the top of my head. “Never. Like I said, it’s my past. A huge part of it. Why would I not want it engraved into my body like it is on my soul.”

  I moved back enough so that I could kiss him. My body hummed, wanting more of him. With the limited time that we had, I was determined to get as much of him as I could.

  I ran my fingers through his light sprinkle of chest hair before circling around his nipple. The hand that rested on my hip flexed, and I turned my face into his chest to hide my smile.

  “Careful, I don’t think you want to start anything.”

  “Mm, I’m more than happy starting something.”

  He rolled us over so he was pressed against me. His kiss was hot and deep, his warmth almost scorching, chasing away any chill that had been remaining. No doubt, if he moved away, it’d come back, but for now, I let his passion scorch me, on the cusp of begging for more.

  Waylon pulled away, breathing heavily. ”The others are getting breakfast ready. You’re mine for a little bit longer.”

  Eyes still on me, he slipped a finger inside me, working me over into a frenzy.

  “I never in a million years thought I’d ever have you underneath me again,” he whispered, kissing along my neck. “I never thought I’d be able to touch you again, feel you.” He bit gently, pulling a gasp out of me as he lit my body on fire. He worked his way down to my breasts, all while his fingers pumped in and out of me. “I never thought I’d hear you make these cute little noises ever again.”

  He pulled my nipple into his mouth, biting gently before kissing his way to the other one and doing the same.

  When I came, I thought I had fallen apart completely, my body refusing to go together again. Waylon wasn’t done with me though as he turned us so that we were both on our sides. He lifted my leg and then pushed into me gently.

  He groaned, eyes closing. “I never thought I’d get to taste you ever again.” He moved slowly, finding our rhythm.

  “Me too.” I gasped, holding on to him, needing him pressed tight against me. “I keep thinking I’m going to wake up from this dream and find myself still in Faerie. That they are making me live another cruel joke.”

  “This is real,” he said. “So, very, fucking, real.” Each word was followed with a thrust. He took our lovemaking slow, something he had always been good at doing. He drove my body to the brink over and over again until I was ready to beg him to let me come.

  When we were finally spent, we cuddled for as long as I could, our bodies cooling down.

  I grimaced. “I need a shower.”

  He kissed me briefly. “Want me to join you?”

  “Mm.” I sighed. “I love the offer, but I think we need to get moving.”

  “Back to reality,” Waylon mumbled.

  “Exactly.”

  Everything in me screamed to stay in the warm bed, but I managed to get on my feet and go into the bathroom. Just to help stop any temptations from either of us, I locked the door. It was hard, but it was needed. There was too much to do and staying in bed all day and making love to all the guys was not an option for me.

  So I forced myself into the shower and to get ready for the day. By the time I was done, I felt normal. Still tired, but nothing I couldn’t handle.

  “Something smells good,” I said, coming out of the bathroom, drying my hair. Jason was in the room, at the end of the bed.

  Jason grinned, and it slipped away into something more primal as he took me in. My towel was wrapped tightly around me, thicker than even a dress, and yet with the way he looked at me, I might as well have been standing there naked.

  He cleared his throat. “I made you breakfast. How are you feeling?”

  “Breakfast?” I looked down at the tray he had in his hands. “You made that?”

  Waylon snorted, understanding my reservations. He had gotten dressed while I was gone, and by the glistening in his black hair, took time to claim the other shower and wash up. I hadn’t exactly been quick while I was in the bathroom.

  “Hey, none of that now. I’ve had practice over the years. I’m pretty decent now?”

  “Oh, really?” I glanced at Waylon, hoping for some kind of verification. He only shrugged. The man wasn’t going to give anything away.

  “How are you feeling?” Jason asked.

  “Tired,” I admitted. Being that cold had completely exhausted me. The bed still looked enticing. It’d be so easy to crawl in, pull the covers over my head, and go back to sleep.

  Waylon frowned as he stepped closer to me, resting his hand on my cheek. His thumb grazed underneath my eye. �
�Should you rest more?”

  I pulled away and shook my head. “No. We have work.” I rubbed hard at my face. I should have been feeling better with the rest that I had, but somehow, I felt worse. Granted, the cold was gone, but I still wanted to topple over and make friends with the floor.

  “I was going to surprise you with breakfast in bed, but I guess you’ll want it downstairs?” Jason asked.

  “Yes, please. I’ll change quickly.”

  “All right.” Jason managed to lean forward and give me a chaste kiss on my cheek before disappearing.

  Waylon kissed my forehead before brushing my nose with his. With a small smile, he slipped out too.

  The instant quiet was insufferable. I didn’t like it. It gave room for all my thoughts to slip in and none of them were good.

  I shook out my limbs, working to fling off the dark negativity that was trying to bring my high down. I was in a good place. Everything was fine.

  Blowing out a harsh breath, I forced myself through the process of getting dressed, tossing on a dark emerald green blouse and black jeans. My fingers were clumsy as I tied my sneakers.

  Feeling decent enough, I went downstairs, where all three guys were already waiting, their own breakfast before them. Berry was sitting in front of the balcony doors, staring outside, his ears twitching.

  When he heard me coming, his ears moved, clearly trained on me. Still, he said nothing. The big baby was pouting now. He knew I didn’t tolerate that and until he was ready to be an adult like he was, then I was going to ignore him.

  “Morning,” I said with a shy smile.

  The guys grinned back, the moment surreal. It was almost like we were back to when I was human still and everything was perfect.

  “Eat. Then we can get to work.” Foster motioned to my food, set on the coffee table. It was loaded with eggs, sausage, pancakes, and potatoes. More food than I could eat.

  “I still can’t believe Jason cooked.” I sat down and grabbed the plate, poking at the potatoes.

  “It’s all cooked, I promise.” Jason sat next to me with a grin.

  “Digging in,” I said and took a bite.