Druid Dreams

by M F Adele

  “Mmm,” I hummed my approval. “So you’ll have no problem being obedient then.” I spoke more to myself than him, but he nodded his head anyway. “Good.” I got off of his lap and stood by my desk. “Stand up and remove your clothes, Fae,” I demanded. He closed his eyes and leaned his head back but did as I asked. When he was fully naked in the middle of my office I circled around him in appraisal.

  His naked body was glorious. His pale skin had a shimmer to it that looked like fine glitter had melted into his flesh. The royal blue tattoo across his back stretched from his broad shoulders to the top of his butt and hugged his obliques. I could get lost in the intricate design. It was similar to a mandala but held symbols I’d never seen before. I ran the nail of my index finger up between his shoulder blades and over his clavicle, causing him to shiver.

  “Lay on my desk,” I ordered him in a hushed tone. When he was comfortable, I took my crop top off and covered his eyes, tucking the edges under his head so it wouldn’t fall off. “Don’t move. Do you understand?” I sucked his ear lobe between my teeth and he moaned out a soft “yes.”

  I slapped the inside of his left thigh as a reprimand. “Yes, Mistress,” I corrected him again as I rubbed the handprint it’d left. His cock stood proud and his hands gripped the sides of my desk as his husky reply flitted through the air.

  I moved over his body, alternating between my fingertips, nails, teeth, and lips. When the first glistening bead of precum was visible I sucked him into my mouth with a slow bob of my head. There was an audible pop when I pulled back to continue my sweet torment. “Fuck,” he whispered under his breath, so I slapped his right thigh, leaving a matching handprint. “Shhhhh, or I’ll have to find some other way to keep you quiet,” I threatened and he groaned loudly. “Oh, you like that idea, do you? Let’s see how loud you get when your mouth is busy.”

  I took my tights off and straddled his hips, sliding my soaked pussy up his chiseled torso. When I reached the base of his neck, I lifted up and placed my knees on either side of his head, and I sat on his face. “Make me cum, Fae,” I commanded him. His hands darted up to anchor me down. His tongue was as soft as crushed velvet. It swept from my entrance to my clit, and his moan vibrated through my core. He put his bare feet on my desktop, and I leaned my back against his knees to give him better access. He did not disappoint.

  His hands gripped my hips harder and his touch grew cold. His tongue felt like fire against my sensitive nerves while his breath was as icy as his fingers. His hand snaked under my thigh, and he sunk a thick, frozen finger inside me before sucking hard on my clit. That icicle of a digit was my undoing. I shook above him, covering my mouth with my hand as he sped up and prolonged my orgasm. When I couldn’t take anymore, I shoved his head back and slid down his body, sinking slowly onto his wide girth.

  He was so large that it took me a few moments to adjust to his size. Slow strokes stretched my walls, and I eventually turned my body around to ride him in reverse. He sat up and twisted so his feet touched the ground. My back pressed fully to his chest as his arms caged the front of my body in. He pinched my nipples while he fondled my breasts, causing me to moan before I bit my lips closed. He thrust up to meet my downward motions in rough succession. I mentally whispered that fucking birth control spell before I lost my godsdamn mind. He nipped my shoulder and I pulled his hand up to cover my mouth. The orgasm building within me would have me screaming his name. I didn’t want anyone barging through the door right now.

  I fell into an ocean of pleasure. My walls contracted tightly around him, bringing my movement to a halt and making me shout around his hand. He thrusted faster in pursuit of his own release, and when he found it he pressed his mouth against my neck. His seductive groan nearly tipped me over the edge again. “Fuck,” he repeated as he leaned his forehead on my back. I straightened my legs out and slipped off him. Planting my bare ass on the desktop beside him, I put my weight on my elbows as I stared blurry eyed at the ceiling. “Fuck,” I agreed breathlessly.

  When my panting evened out to regular breaths, I hopped off my desk in search of our clothes. And something to clean up with. My cell phone chimed and Vaughn picked it up off the floor. It’s a text from Papi, but it can wait. We both got dressed, and when he was finished he sat back down in the chair, his chest showing that he was still trying to catch his breath. I eased back in his lap, running my fingers through his dark hair and kissing him gently, intent on keeping it simple. Vaughn pulled me closer, deepening the kiss. After a few minutes of making out like teenagers in the janitor's closet at school he broke the kiss. He grinned at me and stood, hooking his arms under me. “Let’s go get some lunch,” he urged.

  “Only if it involves going home afterwards,” I winked at him, feeling insatiable.

  “I’m sure my boss won’t mind,” his nearly English accent crept back in, and he chuckled to himself.

  Vaughn

  I led Sloane out of the building and to her car, opening the passenger door for her to get in. She hadn’t eaten anything since Saturday so I was taking her to get some food. Then home. Fuck everything at work. It can wait.

  The ride into town gave me time to think about the last few days. It's all gone by so fast. But in a good way. Four days had felt like a couple hours. It reminded me of that time I took the Fae hallucinogens that they love so much in the summer realm. Six days went by like six hours. That was a bad experience though. This had been… What's the word I’m looking for? Crazy. Mesmerising. Fantastic. Scary. I’m not sure. It’s been the proper kind of mindfuck.

  With every minute of time I spent with Sloane I felt myself being pulled to her. The force felt like gravity. It’s natural. I could picture a future with her, and that part did scare me. I didn’t know if she was ready to visit the Winter Kingdom. I am not ready to go back and deal with mummy dearest. When we sealed our bond, we’d have to visit. The Fae had traditions to uphold when royalty took a partner. It must be recognized by an elder of the temple and we would have to be marked. She’d bear a piece of my symbol, and if she were Fae I could choose to bear hers. I would in a heartbeat, but since she wasn’t, I didn’t know how that would work. It wouldn’t stop me from sealing this bond though.

  Seeing her in action when we went to rescue York showed me her devotion and strength. I had no doubts that if my mother sent for me then Sloane would find a way to cross the realms, or tear them down. It’s what I’ve always wanted, and it’s why I’ve never been in a lasting relationship with anyone. The moment my family thought that I was seeing someone they’d start sending threats. My life. Her life. The rest of her mates, my friends. My mother would threaten us all. I don’t think Sloane will take kindly to that.

  Sloane may be exactly what the Winter Kingdom needed. We could overthrow my mother. I could relinquish my claim to the throne to one of my sisters. Stay on earth with her and the guys. It sounds like a fairytale, but I know with time it could be true.

  I wouldn’t let her go. I refused to bow down to my mother again. At the first sign of another fae snooping around I’d tell her everything. I couldn’t keep my past hidden from her. She needed to know why I ran, how my father was captured, the danger that came with being my mate. I couldn’t keep her in the dark. Just a little bit longer. I want to enjoy our time before I bring another fight to her doorstep. It would help if the others could get stronger too.

  I wondered what the guys thought about Sloane. Do they feel the same way I do? I really needed to talk to Novak, but I knew how he felt. I could see it in his face this morning. Whatever happened last night, after we left, didn’t bother him at all. Quite the opposite actually. That maniac was falling faster than all of us. But I’m not that far behind him.

  York

  Monday Late Morning

  After Sloane and Vaughn misted out, Palmer worked hard to shrink the two hellhounds’ sizes so we could all fit comfortably in the rental van the guys drove here in. They loaded the bags as Levi and I climbed in the third row and Cronus’ soot c
olored body snuggled up to my side with his head in my lap. Atlas clumsily clawed his way into the middle seat, with a boost from Palmer, and circled around the center of the bench to find the right position to sleep in. Briggs and Palmer sat on either side of the drowsy, fawn English Mastiff puppy. It was the first time I had seen them as anything other than gigantic, power wielding versions of dogs. They really could pass as ordinary dogs right now. Novak shut the driver side door and turned the vehicle westbound down the rocky drive.

  Six hours and I’ll be home. Sloane may be ignoring me, but that modern, monolithic mansion was still home to me. I wondered how much it had changed in the two years I’d been gone. She’d just moved in a few months before we started dating. The place was barren, and any noise seemed to echo through the structure. I spent the last year with her living there part time, bouncing back to the house I shared with the guys once or twice a week.

  I was sure she had thrown all my stuff out, not that it mattered. It was all replaceable. I left Stone with the task of storing my important possessions. He never lets me down. I could buy new clothing. My truck, on the other hand, couldn't be replaced. That ‘76 Ford Bronco was the first thing I purchased when I finally escaped the camp that very first time. I’d put blood, sweat, and even a few tears into making her run. The matte paint job cost me more than the actual truck. That hunk of metal kept me busy and gave me something to focus my energy on instead of dwelling on the past. She’s sentimental.

  I had few other things to my name that were irreplaceable. I could name them on one hand. My truck. The handmade leather box filled with my Druid history. Sloane. That was it. That list meant everything to me. From least important to most.

  Living without Sloane in my life was worse than anything else that I went through. I didn’t know how to fix this yet, but the idea of picking a fight to make her confront me had been rolling around my brain for hours. I knew it wasn’t right. I knew I should give her some time. I’m selfish though. I need her. I don’t want to wait days, or weeks, for her to come around and talk about her feelings. I would rather her scream at me and get this over with so we can work on fixing what I broke by not telling her the truth.

  I wouldn’t lose her. I knew that. It was irrational of me to think that she’d walk away. Before I was taken, I feared how deeply she loved, how protective she was, how consumed I was with her. Now? I feared losing her and not being by her side. My life without Sloane King in it was no life at all, regardless of my circumstances. Without her my heart wouldn’t beat. The throne that awaited me would be nothing but a burden, a heavy weight on my shoulders that I was too weak to carry alone.

  I looked at Atlas and thought of his namesake. Sloane is my strength. With her I could endure the weight of the world in my hands. Just seeing her face woke the long destroyed resolve that I’d always held so near. I knew I had to put the work in. She was mine once, and though I’d have to share her this time around, I refused to lose her. I’ll do whatever it takes to always be with her. I could start with opening our mate bond back up. Maybe then she would be able to feel my determination to mend the fragile heart I knew I broke.

  With my path chosen, my purpose was clear. I’d have to talk to Palmer about what I had in mind. I think it will work, but the other guys won’t like it. They wouldn't help me with my idiotic idea, but they wouldn’t stand in my way either. I scanned my eyes from face to face, happy to be with my friends again. I spotted Stone in the passenger seat staring out the window, showing that he was deep in thought. I’d bet everything that’s running through his mind right now revolves around Sloane too.

  Stone

  My demon was taking a life of his own around Sloane, urging me to take her as my mate and stop waiting. This bonding business is tricky. I didn’t want to jump into it days after I’d met her. I wanted to know her, her likes and dislikes, all the faces she made, the goals she hadn’t reached yet.

  I also knew that holding my demon at bay was getting really fucking hard. Especially after last night. One would think such murderous tendencies in a mate would be frowned upon, but not to a demon. Everything about her drew me in, like a moth to a flame. I’ve never been the moth before. I wanted to enjoy my wings before I flew too close. The heat of that flame was enticing though. I didn’t notice how cold I’d been until I thought about stepping away. The idea of moving further, not closer, made me feel a physical chill.

  She was more than any of us deserved, yet here she was. She held a strength that each of us lacked. We all had something to offer in return. I couldn’t be the things that the other guys would be for her, and I saw now that that was okay. I could be her quiet place. The person that understood her without a single word. I could stand by her side and be the other half of the Devil Spawn that the Underworld needed.

  I wasn’t the kind of demon that would want to own and possess her. I take that back. The possession part sounds like fun. It was only a matter of time before my demon got a voice of his own. Then I wouldn’t be arguing with just myself. He wanted her. The moment her demon form began to pierce her human flesh I knew that was it for me. I spent the entire time I was in that cell with her struggling to remain in control.

  Her ivory horns were magnificent. The way her tail looked made my imagination ramp up with thoughts of what her full form would be. She’s no ordinary succubus, I know that. I’ve never seen another demon with a tail made of hellfire and bone, nor have I seen one command hellhounds. No other demon had ever made me lose my grip like she did.

  It may be the bond hurtling my emotions through fast forward, but the more I learned about her the deeper I fell. I can’t be the only one. I didn’t have the slightest clue how they were fairing. I wondered if the others were fighting against her as hard as Briggs was. I don’t blame him. He falls in love quicker than any of us. Soon he’ll be so smitten that he’ll follow her around like a pup with hearts in his eyes.

  I peeked behind Novak to see if Briggs was asleep. He had his head leaned against the window and hellhound feet in his lap. He liked the monsters, even if he tried not to, just like Sloane. His tension free face spoke volumes about his state of mind. If I had to guess, I’d say that he’s been thinking of our mate too.

  Briggs

  I was gonna fall in love with her, godsdamnit. No matter how hard I tried to fight this mating shit, it was going to happen. My wolf chose her the first time he scented her aroma floating across her yard. She hadn’t even spoken yet, and I already knew. I’m fucked, plain and simple.

  It would’ve been easier to hold off the itch to mate with her if she wouldn’t have beat me in an alpha challenge. Now he’s ready, but I can’t wrap my head around it so fast. I hated that I missed her fighting last night. I was also thrilled that I did. I wouldn’t have been able to hold back the wolf’s demand while not in my skin. He would’ve taken her right then and there. Dead bodies littering the ground or not. Neither of us gave two fucks about an audience, living or dead.

  If I could just tighten my leash on him until the full moon. Two weeks, that’s all I need. Then we could make the smartest move, and that would bring both of our wolves to full power. I didn’t even know what it would do to our power in skin. That’s something I’d have to research on my own. If I ever get time to do it.

  I wasn’t sure I was ready to jump into a new relationship after the way my last relationship ended. It’d been a couple months, but the wounds she inflicted were deep. I didn’t want to jump into this as a broken male. The time it took to heal from the things that bitch put me through were in an unknown territory for me. The cheating and verbal abuse barely skimmed the surface of her controlling behavior. If it hadn’t been for the guys… I might still be with her. Thinking about her now made a shudder ripple through my chest. How would Sloane handle the retelling of my past? Probably not well. I hoped real fucking hard that she’d never meet any of my exs, the last especially.

  I needed to get back in my rhythm. Find my happy place again. The longer I spent with Sloan
e the more I realized that she could easily become a part of that place for me. It terrified and ignited me all at once. How much of this is the mate bond and how much of it is my own feelings though? I fell in love so fast it was like jumping out of a plane. There was no parachute for me though. When I reached the end of my free-fall it always got nasty. I didn’t want that this time.

  Fuck. I needed to get out of my head. I’d wound myself so tight that I didn’t know how to untwist the thoughts anymore. I needed to be in a kitchen somewhere. Anywhere. Creating something delicious would occupy my mind and keep me busy. Taking care of everyone had always brought me solace. Being a guardian. Providing safety. Those were the things my wolf and I both needed. Palmer and I were similar on that front. He was a shoulder to lean on and filled with wise advice that he gave freely. What kind of words of wisdom would Palmer offer us all about our mate right now?

  Palmer

  This had been the most intense three days of my life. It felt like weeks had passed us by, not mere days. I spent two weeks in Belfast with my family and that strung on forever. Every day I was ready to come home. The hours ticked by agonisingly slow. All that time bled together, making me miserable. This weekend has been different. I still couldn’t believe all the things that had happened so quickly. Wednesday night I had an odd niggling that made me want to speed home. I booked the first available flight, kissed my ma on the cheek, and went to the airport three hours early so I wouldn’t be late. Here we are on Monday morning, and everything has changed.

  I still can’t figure out why we all felt that same need to be home. I hadn’t heard from Briggs in a month, but he was in the apartment when I walked in. Novak flew back from spending time with his sister in France, arriving a couple hours after I did. Stone left a work convention in California. We met in the lobby of our building and came in together. We all got home within hours of each other on Friday night. Then Vaughn comes in on Saturday morning to tell us he’s met his mate. Our mate. I didn’t know what drew us in. We all had the same urge, but felt it at different times. I wondered when we would’ve had the feeling if we’d been home. Were the Fates at work or was it a coincidence?