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DEDICATIO(

This is for every woman looking for the perfect man. May it take
very few tries before you find your happy ending.

Fairy Flavor

Anna Keraleigh

Copyright © 2011

Chapter One

A male fairy, well that’s something she didn’t see every day. With

those wings, his hard exterior looked so amazingly delicate, and yet when his
eyes fell upon her, it was sheer, predatory lust. Brook stilled at the sight, the
green, rolling hills so famous of Ireland completely forgotten.

A real fairy, he stood taller than she did, nearly six feet with wide blue

green wings. He was handsome, rugged, with black hair wild in the breeze. His
jaw had this wonderful edge made for nibbling. His lips were plump, his body
designed for passion. She finally looked away. He was built like an ancient
Greek hero, all muscle and power. He wore a small, brown loincloth that made
her blush like a virgin. She’d be tempted to spend the day in his arms, if he was
even real. Maybe she had too much sun.

Hours passed as she wandered this dazzling landscape. Glancing back

left her shocked and a little disappointed to see he was, indeed, a figment of
her sun exposure. There was nothing beneath the big willow tree but shade. Oh
well, her handsome fairy would make great fantasy material for a few weeks.

She scanned the surrounding hills, just green grass and sunshine.

Feeling a tad bit lonely, she walked to that tree, checked once more before
settling down beneath long tendrils of healthy, green leafs. They reminded her
of the way her blonde hair decided to act today, wild in the wind.

The air was lighter here, cooler, and she’d gladly accept a break from

that beating sun. Maybe she’d take a nice nap now, and she knew just what
she’d dream of. Forget her new job at the lawyer’s office for a while; forget all
the repairs on her new house. She’d forget the stress from moving to this quiet
spot along Ireland’s shore after all her years in Los Angeles and play wickedly
with her handsome fairy. She stretched out her legs, leaned her head carefully
against the smooth tree bark and closed her eyes to the majestic land.

This dream was getting naughty, she felt the warmth at her side, and yet

she couldn’t open her eyes. That was odd. Normally her fantasy man would be
nude and sampling her flesh. This dream was different.

She couldn’t see him, but feel, oh yes. The bulge against her leg was

impressive. His fingertips slinked down her neck, skimmed over her breasts
and just missed her nipple. They traveled to explore her curvy hips and dipped
between her legs. Why did she have all her clothes on? His hand cupped,
gently molded the shape of her womanhood before continuing his journey.

She tried so hard to hold the moan, and then his lips pressed tenderly

again her neck, so sweet, so seductive. Brook grinned and adjusted her head to
meet his lips. Their mouths meshed, and tongues danced seductively.

Finally, she opened her eyes. It was, indeed, her fairy man. His body

pushed against her side and those amazing wings tucked against his back. She
wanted to see them fully extended, his body exposed to her eyes. He could
please himself and she’d gladly lick up the remains.

“I want you.”
The best words a girl could hear in this position. She licked her lips,

leaned forward and positioned her hands on his chest. His flat nipples perked
as she circled them with her fingers and a raw moan escaped his lips. His abs
were like stone. She explored each ripple of muscle. That loincloth still rested
across his hips. It tented, dangerously close to popping stitches. She loosened
the thin straps that held him secure and urged the cloth aside.

Her mouth instantly watered, her body ached with lust. His shaft was

seriously striking. It jutted thickly from a nest of black curls; his heavy sacs
were a treat for the eyes.

“Well now, you look good enough to eat.” She grinned, feeling bolder

than she’d ever felt before. Her ex-husband would pass out in shock. She
wanted to do things to her fairy man that would make a whore blush. Brook
was all ready to taste test his hunk of flesh, but he pressed her shoulders back
to the bed. She looked into those amazing eyes.

“I want to make love with you.”
How sweet was her subconscious? “Same here, fairy man...”
He gave her a quizzical look, his grin adorable, like a boy up to no

good. There was nothing unattractive about her fantasy man. Did she know
how to create a good-looking guy or what?

His lips found her earlobe, sucking gently before he nibbled his way to

her mouth. This kiss was more intense. His tongue dominated, his body shifted
and before she could catch her breath, her shirt lifted.

Her tanned tummy held a few pounds she’d been trying to lose for the

last three years. He didn’t seem to mind. His warm palm slid up, her body
quivered in anticipation as he shoved the material to her neck and gazed at her
plain white bra. Plain white? What happened? She should be wearing
something sexy in this dream, like black lace or red silk, and what about those
pounds? Hello, her dream, she was always perfect in here, only in here. She
lifted her head, slightly confused when he cupped her breast. The feel was too
superb to complain.

Her nipple instantly puckered, all her nerves bounced and her back

arched. He found her tip after a few gentle strokes. She reached over and
clenched handfuls of his silky black hair. Tugging until his lips were at hers, he
kissed her.

The passion was instant, the desire building with each caress. He

caused her body to slowly boil as he trailed his lips over her chin, down her
neck and toward those aching nerves. His tongue followed this wonderful path
over the soft mound of cleavage to her nipple.

Fairy man was one hell of a licker. He used that tongue through her bra

and tipped the cup lower so it was flesh on flesh.

“Sweet heaven.” The words rushed out of her mouth, her knees fell

open, and she held his head exactly there. He nibbled, his teeth worked
wonders on her tender flesh. Carrick didn’t stay at that exquisite spot for long;
he must have realized she would explode. His nimble fingers located the edge
of her pants, tugged the loose things down to reveal her oddly sad panties, just
a plain white thong.

Why the hell wasn’t her dream going according to plan? Then again,

the gratification coming from this was enough to make up for the lack of
lingerie. She wondered idly if she was feeling herself up under that tree in the
shade. Hopefully, she wouldn’t wake up with her hand in her pants.

Fairy man shoved the soft material down her legs, over her feet. Brook

grabbed her shirt, which still hung around her neck and yanked it off.
Chucking it to the right of wherever they were. She gripped her breasts,
clasped the nipples between her fingers.

He parted her legs, knelt between them as the cool air caressed the wet

center of her panties. It stuck to her skin as he lifted her leg and scrapped his
fingernails across the bottom of her foot. Well, someone was a little kinky. His
mouth tended to the other side, licked her ankle before he shifted to her knee.
He kissed it once, rubbed behind it with a grin that astounded her.

Her body was smoldering, she wouldn’t be surprised if she suddenly

burst into flames. He then took his long middle finger to her wet panties. The

perfect spot too, he outlined her lower lips, and leaned down to blow against
her inner thigh. She wanted to scream; her body squirmed and demanded
satisfaction. He pulled her panties aside, kissed her inner thigh as she threw her
head back. She was so wet, so ready, and he was only kissing her leg. What
was wrong with her imagination? He should be on top of her, inside her and
she should be screaming to the heavens.

Fairy man skimmed his tongue along her flesh, slowly tasted every inch

as she pulled wildly on her nipples. Pleasure ruled her senses as his tongue
discovered her clitoris. Sheer bliss swam through her body as he licked her
straight toward oblivion. He didn’t bring her to a much needed climax, only
triggered her body to shiver with need and her core to weep.

Brook kept tweaking, increasing pressure, thrusting her hips for more.

Then the gorgeous man climbed up her body. What? He wasn’t going to clean
all that wetness he created? The boring panties were tossed. Then he was
directly above her, his eyes locked on hers. “Spread your wings for me.” She
longed to see their beauty while he entered her.

“Only for you.” The words were spoken quietly and then he made love

to her mouth.

It was tender and charming like she was the most treasured thing in the

world. She widened her legs to accommodate his hips. His shaft head pressed
against her entrance. Her lower lips parted as he slowly filled her. Skin burned,
pleasure spiked as he carefully penetrated. He was still kissing her, spreading
both her pathways, with tongue and cock.

“More.” She needed this, wanted him balls deep and wild. With a grunt

he pushed harder, filled her body with his magnificent erection. The feel was
unlike any other. He was so wide she felt her muscles ache for him. She
abandoned her nipples, red from attention and slipped her palms down his hips,
holding his tight ass as their breaths caught, and his cock was fully seated
inside her pussy.

His balls pressed heavily against her ass. He began moving, and lord,

was it beyond amazing. Fairy man then spread his wings. There was a flutter,
and she gasped at the sight. His delicate wings stretched to their capacity above
them. They had an ethereal glow that sent the pattern of them along her skin.
She was truly in awe, and suddenly realized he stopped moving.

He held himself within her, glanced down at their joined forms before

asking, “Do you like them?”

“Very much.” Brook whispered. She was afraid to break this strange

connection she had with this fantasy man. He began thrusting, short, strong
movements that sent waves of pleasure through her. His mouth captured her

lips, and his body conquered her soul. She grabbed his tight ass cheeks and
held on as he flew her straight toward heavens pearly gates.

His cock pulsed against her inner muscles. Carrick’s heavy balls

slapped at her flesh and those wonderfully wicked lips found her nipple. The
orgasm raged, so intense she screamed and grabbed fistfuls of his hair. She
tugged his black locks, wrapped her legs around him. She held him inside,
milking his cock as he groaned. Warmth spread, semen engulfed her womb
and another wave of bliss erupted.

Her system exploded, her body hummed with elation as he tugged her

nipple with his lips and emptied his sacs inside her. Brook hugged her fairy
man close. Catching her breath as he gently pulled his dick free of her wet
pussy that was now drenched with his seed. His wings fluttered, shrunk to hide
behind his back. He kissed her nipple, chaste and sweet.

She truly wanted to sleep in his arms forever, and fuck him every

second of the day. It was such a damn shame this was only a daydream. The
warmth of his touch didn’t dissipated as their hearts slowed. She lay content,
tranquil in his arms. Brook honestly believed she’d wake any moment under
that tree, probably completely embarrassed with her hand groping her crotch.
She stared at the dark dome ceiling and listened to the slow trickle of water.
“Why am I not waking up?”

He shifted toward her. “You are awake.”
“Yeah, and you’re a real fairy.” She snorted, sat up and hoped

something really tragic hadn’t happened. The tree fell down on her head and
she lay unconscious, or she was having a psychotic episode.

“I am a real fairy.” He kissed her back, just above her ass cheeks. His

fingers massaged her pale globes as he spoke. “I’m King Carrick. I brought
you from the earth’s surface to my kingdom.”

His words forced a shiver down her spine. No way did she just fuck a

real fairy. “You’re tall!” she blurted, fairies were supposed to be tiny.

“Yes, I am,” he answered with a wicked grin that had her pussy clench

in emptiness. He pushed her gently to her side so he could kiss her hip. His
fingers rubbed dangerously close to her rear.

“I’m serious.” She pulled away and stood naked in some sort of

bedchamber with uneven rock walls. “Wake up!” She waited for her real eyes
to open and glimpse lush green hills in Ireland.

“Sweet, you are awake. I assure you…I am real.”
Well didn’t that just fuck with a girl’s head? She sat on the bed, panic

made her heart race. He was a real fairy. If that was true, at least she wasn’t
crazy. She also just had sex with a fairy, without a condom. Brook cringed.

“Would you like to see my kingdom?”
Why the hell not? She nodded. She could also say with complete

honesty fairy men were great lovers.

Chapter Two

Stepping through the bedroom doors was a kick to her sanity. This was

real. It had to be. Her imagination was not this creative. There were dozens of
buildings. Each dome topped towers in vibrant colors. Giant sunflowers
stretched to the clear blue sky. A clear almost plastic looking cover separated
them from that sky, it stretched circularly to each rocky wall that surrounded
this beautiful place. “We’re underground?”

“Sort of, almost all humans can’t see us or break through our barrier.

The sun’s rays are the same; you’ll see the same stars when darkness
approaches.”

“Are there other fairies?” She wanted to watch them soar like a mass of

frightened birds.

“A few, not nearly as many as there used to be.”
He sounded so forlorn it broke her heart.
“That’s why you’re so important. You witnessed me on the surface;

you are one of the rare humans that we’d benefit from. One that we hope we
can produce offspring with.”

Her eyes jumped to his. “You son of a bitch! Is that why you fucked

me? Knock me up and keep me down here to breed your babies!” Rage and
panic erupted.

“No. That’s not…you’re not… you can’t get pregnant from our union.”
She balled her fists, ready to kick him in his very pleasurable crotch

and run for it. She couldn’t run like she did in her twenties but at thirty-five she
could still haul ass when the need arose.

“Please, don’t get angry. Come and walk with me, we’ll discuss

whatever you’d like to know.”

Why did he have to sound so civilized? She was only giving him this

second chance because he was great in bed. “Fine.”

He nodded, clasped her hand in his and began walking. This place was

like a gardener’s dream. Nature was very much a factor of their world.

“I am two hundred years old, and have been king one hundred twenty

years.”

Brook held her breath. That was one hell of an age difference.
“My first and only queen died in childbirth one hundred years ago. She

was a good queen and would have made an excellent mother. My unborn
daughter was not the only to die before her time. Female fetuses died, none of

them created survived. This was a blow to our people never before seen or
heard of. As the years past, no reason or cure found, we stopped producing.
Several males were born but no counterpart, no females to enrich their lives.
Currently there are seven male and two female fairies in my kingdom. Neither
has had a successful reproduction with their love.” He stopped, looked to her
with a sheen in his eyes. “We’re dying, maybe a full extinction. For several
years, I’ve been traveling to the surface. Searching for those unique humans
that can see us, and then I found you.”

Well, what was she supposed to say to that? “Carrick…”
“You don’t have to decide now. I would like to show you around,

spend more time together. If you wish to return to the surface at any time, I
will comply.”

Brook took a deep breath, glanced around at the beautiful scenery.

What would a few days hurt? “I can’t get pregnant from…”

“Our union? No.”
“Then how?” She wanted to avoid any chance of a child until her mind

was set.

“My flavor.” He glanced away, cheeks flushed. “You must taste and

swallow my seed. Your body will be prepared, and then I must saturate your
womb.”

Shit, the only thing she really wanted was to taste him. Well, at least

great sex was a guarantee. His wings fluttered, spread wide in a glorious
display. Another fairy approached with smaller wings in a sky and midnight
blue. His blond hair settled around a handsome face when he landed.

“Shall I assist you in any way, King Carrick?”
“No, Mord, thank you.”
The stranger nodded, fluttered away without a glance in her direction.

“Can you carry someone when you fly?”

Her fairy man glanced at her with a sinful grin. Brook stepped closer,

ran her fingers through his silky night colored hair. He wrapped his arms
around her and the warmth felt so right. His wings spread wide, her pulse raced
and then a voice called from the distance. She couldn’t care less who
approached; she just wanted to fly high with his big cock inside her.

“What is it, Thame?” Carrick held her eyes as he spoke.
His voice held the contempt she felt. She turned from her fairy man and

was stunned into silence. Did all the fairies look like muscled models? This
one had bright golden hair and the most gorgeous gold wings she could ever
imagine.

****

Carrick growled low. He was tired of every woman yearning for his

best warrior and good friend. Thame however, was off his bad list for good.
This man had saved his ass more times than he could remember. “What is it?”
His body was all ready to lounge the day in Brook’s arms.

“The trolls.”
They were the bane of his existence. Carrick pleaded to the fairy

Goddess herself. “Listen; go back to the bed chamber. I’ll send Wick to guard
you…”

“Trolls. As in they live under bridges and eat small children?” She

snorted, half amused. “It sounds like a bad fairytale.”

“From your lips to the Goddess’s ears…I wish that were the case.” He

gently pushed her toward the chamber.

His somber tone was enough to send amusement into hiding and her

dashing toward safety.

****
Brook wasn’t one to jump into a fight, but pacing the room seemed so

damn pointless. None-the-less, she dragged her bare feet along the lush, green
carpet. She bit her manicured nails to nubs and checked the hallway every
minute. How deadly were these trolls? Trolls, for goodness sake! Well, the
image she knew as fairies was totally off, so who knew how much danger trolls
were?

There was no sound, no knock. The door just opened and in walked sex

on legs with wild green hair. He smiled at first, a fleeting expression as he
stretched his green and yellow wings. A loincloth graced his hips; the rest of
his sheer muscular physic was the ultimate erotic temptation. “Wick…I’m
assuming.”

He nodded, stepped forward to extend a scarred hand. “Indeed, King

Carrick asked to me to keep you protected while he battles the trolls.”

“What are these trolls? Are they like the fairytales? Are they

dangerous?” She sat on the end of the bed.

“The trolls are spiny, low life creatures. Every twenty years or so they

try to take our territory. We usually send them off with a few less mouths to
feed but now that we’re so little in number…it is not as easy as it once was.”
He sighed, kept his hand on the sword that rested on his barely covered hip.

Wait, hold the lust. “What are you doing here if they’re a handful? Go

help Carrick!”

“I was told to protect you.”
Brook stood up so fast she felt a little dizzy. “I’ll stay right here…in the

damn closet if you need me to. You’re better off out there keeping Carrick
safe.” The thought of something happening to her fairy man left a strange pain
in her chest.

Wick examined her from head to toe before his deep voice sounded.

“Then go under the bed until we return and I shall go defend my kings back.”

****

Carrick had fought trolls all his life. This time, this place would not be

his defeat. His sword clashed with the trolls thick arm skin. Black blood that
smelt worse than a dead fairy in the sunlight sprayed over his chest. He swung
once more, dragging the blade across the coward’s neck and killing his
resistance for good. The king fought beside his brave warriors and littered their
grassy homeland with rotting corpses.

It wasn’t long before the clash of blades silenced, and the screams

slowly faded to nothingness. He stood, bloody, but alive. The distant cheer of
his men penetrated his battlefield haze. Six men stood united against the enemy.
There were praises for the Goddess and they shouted his name. Carrick nodded,
checked each of his warrior’s well being, and then spotted Wick. “No…” He
wasn’t supposed to be here, terror shot through his soul. “Where is she?” He
grabbed Wick’s bloody arm.

“Sir, she encouraged me to protect your life and promised to remain in

hiding until you return.”

“I am your King! You will obey me!” He shouted and wings unfolded

as Wick landed on one knee before him. He didn’t bother to berate his closest
friend, but he took to the skies. His wings fluttered wildly as he made his way
back to this woman slowly stealing his heart.

****
Bravery was so not her strong suit. She really wished she’d taken

Karate lessons as a kid instead of dance. Maybe then she wouldn’t feel
ridiculous hiding under a bed while brave men, rather fairies, fought for her
safety.

She settled more firmly on her stomach beneath his four-poster bed and

listened. If the trolls really did reach her and find her, she needed a damn
weapon. She gripped the shoe in her hand more firmly. This was the best she
could find in the seconds between Wick leaving and discovering a good spot

under the bed. At the sound of footsteps, she held her breath, tried to filter out
the sound of her thumping heart.

That was not footsteps but instead flutters, fairy wings. She pulled half

her body out when the doors busted open and didn’t bother to panic when she
saw the blood, or scream as the adrenaline pumped through her system. She lay
there admiring how absolutely heroic Carrick looked. He was a Spartan
warrior back from battle, he was her fairy and his look of worry faded when
noticed her half under the bed.

“Brook.”
His feet didn’t touch the ground. Those stunning wings carried him, he

knelt beside her and helped her free of that stupid spot. “Are you okay?” she
said quietly, afraid to hug him and cause him pain.

“Fine, I’m fine.”
His arms came around her, engulfed her in a warm embrace as she

hugged him back. So what if he smelt bad, she still wanted to make sure he
was alive and well. “I sent Wick to you.”

“That was so stupid!” He grabbed her shoulders. “I was fine; I’ve

fought hundreds of battles before. I wanted him here with you.”

“Don’t call me stupid! I was hiding, and I was safe. You were fighting

those damn things, and he looked big enough to do some damage. It was a
good call sending him to help you instead of babysitting me.”

His chin lowered, his tone flattened. “I didn’t mean…I’m sorry. I was

so worried. I thought maybe you would have run off and gotten hurt or a stray
troll would have found you.”

“I was hiding.”
There was a slight grin on his beautiful face. “I see that. Well done.”
“Idiot.” She leaned forward to embrace him once more. “You sure

you’re alright?”

“Yes.” He smiled against her neck.

****

Wick kept his head bowed and his knees supporting his weight. Not

once had Carrick acted like such a king around him. They’d always been
friends before all else. He held his stance outside the bedchamber trying to
ignore the whispers from the lovers within. When the door opened, he already
made up his mind. He’d take any punishment for disobeying his king.

“I’m sorry, sir.”
Brook graced his eyes.

“I didn’t know he was going to be such an idiot.” Her tone held pure

sympathy.

“I was being a king…and…a bit of an idiot.” Carrick held out his hand

and Wick gladly accepted. “How are the others?”

“Some bruises and wounds that will last less than a fortnight. We await

your orders. I do apologize for…”

“Wick…this woman is strange, attractive and smart. The decision on

both your parts were well thought.”

He nodded; saw Brook’s half smile at the half compliment. “Do you

need Brielle’s services?”

“I’m well.” Carrick turned to see Brook squeeze Wick’s shoulder and

scurry into the bedchamber. “I’ll return shortly. Do you want Wick to give you
a proper tour while I’m away?” He missed her touch already.

“Nope, I’ll wait for you.” She grinned as she said the words, and

Carrick left with a distinct bulge under his loincloth.

Chapter Three

Blood and bandages, Brielle sighed. These boys always liked to play

rough. At two hundred and forty five years old, she’d seen enough war for two
lifetimes. She glided through the room of groaning men and several who held
particular body parts in agony.

“Who’s hurt the worst…” she asked quietly and waited for Flance to

direct her. She had a wonderful relationship with Bray and him. Most night the
three of them would relax and wait on the sunflowers for Mord to return from
duty. Some nights, she waited alone. True to his nature, Flance stood and
pointed at Thame. This man was more like her little brother than a handsome
fairy cursing as he sullied the furniture.

“You know me, can’t stay clean,” he said with a forced grin and shifted

so the gash under his arm was visible.

She clucked her tongue and kneeled before him. Her long fingers

stretched out. Her yellow and white wings flared. This was a superficial wound,
though he was bleeding a lot. Her abilities to heal were not as great as the
others in her family, but she was the last of her kin to exist. Brielle closed her
eyes and she pictured the wound. Slowly heat began to emanate from her
hands, her breathing slowed, her heart thumped loudly and the healing process
started. This power swirled from her being into his slashed skin. The flesh knit
together like a torn garment. Blood leaked profusely until the last strands were
secured. It would take a few days for the magic to hold.

“No heavy movements on that side for two days…”
He nodded, and she turned to the other fairies.
It was mainly a few bruises, but Wick was a bit bloody. His forearm

had a small slice that took only moments to heal. She sat beside him as he
spoke to Flance. Each telling their tale of events until the King arrived. She
smiled at Carrick, and motioned for him to sit down.

“I am well. Wick bled all over me.” The man in question snorted beside

her. Brielle waited for the men to leave; there would be a meeting to discuss
those war hungry trolls.

She was alone again, in the room that smelt of spilled blood. She

scrubbed her hand across a patch of white dress that was now marred by red.
The fight was over, the wounded healed and she stood to return home. It was
her little sanctuary on the edge of the kingdom. Her wings spread, her feet
lifted from the ground when her name was called. Mord stood in the doorframe
and the simple sight of him made her smile. “Hello, Love.”

“Is everyone well?”
She nodded and walked to him, tried to sway her hips and grab his

attention. Her excess display seemed to go unnoticed. He had so much on his
mind with the kingdom and their very existence it was no wonder he wasn’t
interested in making love. “They returned to the battlefield…”

Mord nodded, placed a chaste kiss on her forehead and walked back out

the door.

He meant well. She knew in her heart he was just preoccupied with so

much. That reasoning didn’t stop her core from weeping or her heart from
aching.

Brielle flew out the window and over the multitude of dome shaped

homes. She longed to live in a grand place such as the kings, but Mord wanted
to live on the outskirts for privacy. She would not blame him for their solitude,
some days, she couldn’t be happier. Their little abode was a collection of her
favorite items. There was a potted plant in every window. A porch made of
fragrant wood and a nice little rocking chair Mord had made for her with his
own hands. She landed on the creaking steps, and walked to her cozy spot in
the chair. There was always a book, sometimes many, around. She picked up
the hardcover she had snuck down here from the surface. The pages were
smooth beneath her fingertips and the spine unbroken despite her reading the
first eight pages

She sat beneath the full moon, reading a book with human

colloquialisms she didn’t understand. How can a man be hung? That would be
the death of the male not pleasure in the female.

It wasn’t a long wait. Eventually the sound of fluttering wings brought

her from the novel’s strange world. The blue sky held a few clouds and her
true love. He landed on the steps; his expression told of his mood, the pressure
had to be building for his exhaust to show. “Bad meeting…?”

Mord nodded and walked to her. His body sluggish, his hands fisted.

“He won’t listen to me…”

“The king?” Several arguments had recently rocked her man’s

relationship with the king. It was usually about their future, the lack of children.
The thought made her touch her own barren torso.

“He doesn’t think sometimes…we need to procreate. There has to be

more fairies born…” He paced the porch. “We should go up there and grab
some women. Just keep them down here until they can bare us some
offspring.”

The thought always made her stomach heave. How could he even think

such a thing? Even if it was for the future of their species, there had to be

another way. “He must have his reasons,” she muttered quietly, and he sat on
the top step, his hand covered his face.

He was such a handsome fairy. The moment they met she fell for his

charming personality and that silky blond hair. He looked like a winged Viking.
Brielle moved and knelt beside him, her hands on his shoulders. It had been so
long since they joined. Their honeymoon had been the first and only time she
felt a man within her. She was alone so often, if the need arose she’d simply
please herself. Her fingers began to massage his tense muscles; Mord brushed
her away and stood.

“He lives by his heart, and in a few decades, there will be no fairies

remaining.”

“Don’t say that, Mord. If all works out with Brook…”
“The science proves it will work, they will create a child, but that will

only be one life!”

“…And what of me…of us?” Her heart sank. “Will you have me spread

my legs for a human just to procreate? I want a little baby with you, love.”
Brielle wanted a boy with his hair and a girl with her wings. She wanted to
give birth, to watch their first step and hear their first words. She wanted
memories of Mord playing with two little children, smiling; she longed to see
him happy and smiling as he had so long ago. She wanted a family with the
man that held her heart.

“It’s not about us…” He threw his hands into the air. “There are more

important things than us…I have duties to attend to.” He flew away, as he
always did when she mentioned their lack of children or whenever she pushed
him toward sex.

Did he just not desire her? Was she that hideous or was she not good at

pleasing him? He seemed satisfied by their first union, but maybe that was an
act to make her feel accepted. Brielle covered her face with her hands. Mord
was all she had, and if he didn’t love her, how could anyone else? She wiped
the tears with her fingers. She was silly, being all emotional when the trolls
were attacking and there might be a new queen. Shame on her for thinking so
selfishly.

She stood, cleared her throat and returned to her lone rocking chair.

Mord was right; they needed to protect the species from extinction. She opened
her book and returned to the glorious world of her romance novel.

****
Today had been more excitement than her whole life combined. Even

that murder trial she’d juried for hadn’t compared. After all this craziness,
Brook still wanted some rock hard cock. She planned to look all sexy and

irresistible when Carrick returned. This urge to be with him was disconcerting.
She’d only known the fairy for a damn day, but what a fairy he was.

Wick had stopped by with a tray of food. She sat quickly on the small

balcony off his room, looking around this bright and wondrous kingdom.
Could she really call this home? She snorted and bit into a flaky piece of fish.
Sure, stay here with someone she barely knew and eat dinner alone for eternity.
She stuffed another big piece of fish in her mouth.

“You’re even pretty frowning when you eat.”
Talk about bad timing. Carrick stood in the doorframe wearing a

scrumptious loincloth with a familiar bulge. She chewed fast, nodding her head
like an idiot as he sat beside her. “Hi,” she mumbled and sipped the water that
tasted a bit like champagne; at least she thought it was water. “I didn’t know
when you’d be back, or I would have waited.”

He leaned over and placed a chaste kiss on her jaw. “Did you want to

go for a tour of the kingdom now?”

“No.” She grinned, staring away from the picturesque sunset. “Right

now, all I want…is you.”

****
She moved so slowly, he could take advantage and be in control, but he

didn’t budge. He was absolutely mesmerized. She placed the sweetest kiss on
his forehead. It did more than excite his libido, it filled his heart with
something more, something he dared not examine now.

Brook placed her hands on his chest and found his lips. The kiss was

like coming home, sweet, tender and slightly naughty. Her tongue teased his,
created an allure his cock couldn’t oppose. He watched the sun setting as she
knelt before him. Her lips pressed against his throat. They parted so her tongue
dragged along his flesh straight for his flat nipple.

Her mouth discovered just how sensitive he was, inflicting sensual

havoc over his body. She kept discovering the perfect spots to provoke by
exploring with her fingertips. Just above his belly button, and apparently the
side of his hip was receptive to her touch. Her hands were on his thighs, and he
groaned. Did she finally make up her mind?

Brook pulled the cords that kept his raging manhood at bay, the flimsy

cloth jerked apart and her hands were orgasmic torture. She gripped his
erection and brought it firmly into sight. He was hard enough to spear a damn
tree and there she was dragging her fingertips over the length.

****
He cleared his throat, and prayed to the Goddess she’d just say yes. Did

she want to be his queen? His body began to shake, and he hoped she didn’t

noticed. All her attention was on his cock. She caressed the head with her
fingernails, scrapped down to his base and cupped his balls. Pleasure shot
through his body, and replaced nervousness with ecstasy.

He waited, disappointment settled in his gut like a stone. Brook moved

away, stood tall and licked his jaw. That terrible feeling of failure didn’t last
long, as her shirt lifted over her head and revealed those breasts. Carrick leaned
forward, grabbed her hips and pulled her close to taste those little pink buds.
His mouth collapsed over one, sucked dangerously hard. Hands in his hair
urged him on, as she looked skyward and moaned.

****
Brook wanted to explode; his mouth on her skin was electric. She

opened her eyes and felt a fine mist fall. It covered her bare skin as she turned
from Carrick and pulled her pants down. They slowly slipped over her hips and
down her thighs. He caved when they reached her ankles, his hands gripped
her ass cheeks and squeezed. His palm rubbed against the tender flesh as she
bent further over and glanced out at his kingdom. He was kissing each globe,
running his tongue along her panty seam.

In one smooth move, he tugged them down. Brook kicked away the

useless clothing; the mist now covered her entire body as he stood behind her.
His hands gripped her breasts; his legs separated hers as she was ushered to the
end of the balcony. The railing was so cold against her skin, but that fell into
the backdrop.

What she did noticed was Wick, fluttering higher toward their exposed

position. Her eyes widened, she clasped Carrick’s arms and tried to turn. There
was no time, he’d see everything and embarrassment turned her pink.
“Carrick!” She tried to her best scolding voice and turned to face the other
fairy just as he reached their position.

“Sir…”
“What is it, Wick?”
She cringed, held the moan as Carrick’s lips fell onto her neck. His

knee spread her legs and uncovered her pussy to his friend.

“Everything is secure.”
“Good.” Carrick slipped his hand over her hip, tilted her slightly and

opened her nether lips.

“Carrick!” She tried to pull away but he held her still and she watched

as Wick’s eyes lowered.

“Would you like me to help, sir?” He licked his lips.
“I don’t know. Brook, would like Wick to lick your pretty nipples?”

She squeaked, no answer anywhere in there but never had she even

considering sex with two men. Hell, she didn’t know anyone who had. She was
sandwiched between a sexy Carrick and a hovering Wick. There was no
answer, she looked away and all thoughts failed as her fairy man’s long finger
entered her.

She closed her eyes; the warmth from his body heated her back. His

cock was like a thick pleasure conductor. It penetrated her core, pushed, and
separated muscle until he was locked fully inside her. Her mouth opened, her
head fell back to his shoulder as pleasure swamped.

Wick was different from him. He sucked her nipple like an artist alone

with the Mona Lisa. Not that these fairies would know what that was, but he
created oral art. He licked here, nibbled there, swirled his tongue until she
cried out.

Carrick had yet to move, her body milked his as the two men created a

vortex of ecstasy. Fingers, dear God, fingers caressed her thigh, slid upward
until they discovered her excited clit. She opened her eyes, jerked her head
downward and watched in fascination as Wick rubbed her.

Of course, this was the time her fairy man decided to fuck her brains

out. She didn’t even have time to thank Wick. He was amazing; his fingers
played as Carrick’s cock plowed in and out. She shoved away doubts, worry,
everything but the sensation.

The orgasm swept her right from this magical land, and into the arms of

these two amazing fairies. Her body fell backward; Carrick gently removed
himself from her warmth and slowly lowered her to the ground. She was so
content she just smiled and lay there.

“More.” She begged and he went down to his knees. His fingers spread

her and his cock speared until he was fully inserted. “Fucking perfect…” Had
she said that aloud?

It didn’t matter as Wick flew over the railing and landed beside them.

His hands on her breasts, his erection was obvious underneath the loincloth
that she was really growing to love. He nudged Carrick back, so her lower half
rested on his thighs. Then he leaned over and sucked her overwhelmed bud.

She arched, her legs spread wider, knees bent so he could reach better.

Her whole body was on fire as they brought her to another amazing climax.
That feeling alone could make her stay her for eternity without a complaint.

Her body eased down, tension faded as Carrick slowly made love to her.

Easy, sweet thrusts as Wick licked her nipples to oblivion. She felt the moment
her fairy man came; he clasped her hips and fucked her like a wild cave

dweller. Slamming their hips together, his sacs emptied into her quivering
pathway.

She smiled, stretched her arms above her head. “Well…” What could

she possible say for the best orgasms of her life? Her body shivered as Carrick
removed his cock, lying beside her in the misty sunset. Shadows began to
claim the land and she could happily stay here for the rest of the night.

“Brook…”
She shifted her head, glanced at Wick. His lips landed on her belly

button, his tongue slowly slithering down her body. She tensed, ready for the
onslaught of pleasure. Sure enough, he found her clit and sucked her straight
toward crazy. She bucked and moaned as he held her thighs open. Carrick
laughed beside them, slipped his hand in hers as Wick brought her to a world-
class climax. She gasped, her heart throbbed when she laid her head against the
balcony floor. “Holy crap.” The words were breathy.

“Brook…I want to unite with you.”
Oh. “Oh…” Well now, she glanced at Carrick who still held her hand.

He had a smile on his face and leaned over her chest. Her nipples strained,
begged, and just when had she become so orgasm motivated? She glanced to
Wick and watched as he removed his loincloth. A giggle burst from her lips,
were all fairies so well endowed?

He grabbed his cock in hand and rubbed the tip precariously against her

clit. Then he lowered, mixed the head in her juices and Carrick’s dripping
sperm. “Wick…I would like that.”

Chapter Four

Had anyone ever died from orgasm overload? She wondered briefly

until Wick’s cock slammed home. Her body forfeited any thought that didn’t
involve sheer pleasure. He grabbed her hips and fucked her. Pelvis against
pelvis, cock head against womb, Wick exploded inside her body with raw
power. She screamed and Carrick quickly covered her mouth with his. The
whole world tilted, her body possessed by ecstasy as he slowed his pumping.
His cock shoved once more, fully inside, causing a burst of nerves to explode.

“Wick!”
He stilled, his breath warm puffs against her skin. They locked eyes,

and he pulled himself free of her sore pussy and laid beside her. She settled
into Carrick’s arms still trying to calm her erratic pulse as the mist slowed to
nothing.

“That, my dear Brook, was just to welcome you to our fairy kingdom.”

Wick placed a chaste kiss on her forehead, grabbed his loincloth and fluttered
away.

****
“Do you think the king loves Brook?” Bray adjusted her body, placed

her head atop Flance’s chest. Being the only female warrior was hard but at
least she wasn’t the only woman in this kingdom. If they appointed a new
queen, maybe things would change.

“Without a doubt…”
“Do you think it’s true…about the humans and babies?”
He remained silent, contemplated before answering her fragile question.

“It might be.” He ran his fingers through her coarse orange hair. “We’ve never
really had this conversation have we?”

She shook her head. They’d been together for one hundred and fifty

years, avoiding the subject of kids at all cost. How could two warriors care for
such an innocent being? “I’ve made up my mind…”

“I know you did…” He sighed and shifted so they faced each other.

“What did you decide?”

She gently clasped his hand. “We’ve been through some horrible

dates…” They grinned; the trolls had attacked on several occasions of their
making love. “…And battles. Even that dragon that tried to eat me on our
Union Celebration day…”

“That thing messed with the wrong fairy’s woman,” he said with a snarl.

She just smiled and nodded. After all, she killed it with knife to the

throat, but he thought his blade severed its spinal cord. His aim had been
completely off, but he’d never know. “My hero.” She kissed his forehead. “As
far as little baby fairies go, I want your children or none at all.”

“Bray…”
“I’m serious….” She crossed her arms, took a deep breath as the

knowledge of their childless life settled in.

“I know...” His arms fell around her. “How about, we keep trying the

old fashioned way?” His lips nibbled on her ear.

Her grin was half hearted, but she could never resist his temptation.

“Deal.”

“I have to check the dome but the moment I’m home tonight I’m going

to ravish you, woman!” His tone was goofy, and she giggled.

“I really love you.” She pressed her lips to his, dominated the kiss that

quickly brought them both to a fever. He pulled away just as her hands reached
his loincloth.

With a roll of her eyes, she adjusted her dress so the blades hidden

beneath wouldn’t harm and laid back, her red and brown wings tucked safely
beneath.

****
Flance wanted nothing more than to open her legs and drive them both

from thinking. Of course, when his hot, fairy warrior woman had to wait and
stew in lust, it was even better. When Bray wanted an orgasm, she got an
orgasm, even if she pushed him down and did all the work herself.

He extended his brown and orange wings. They were a close match to

her hair and the reason he first pursued her. How many fairies could say their
mate matched? He grinned as he lifted into the air, glanced back to watch her
shift her cloths and play with her nipples. This better be a fast check, but it
would give him enough time to think on things.

She didn’t want a child without him and honestly, he didn’t want one

without her. So, there would be no babies in their family. That would be okay,
wouldn’t it? They’d just love each other more. Maybe tame a few fireflies and
call them pets. He grinned; she hated those buggers more than anything in the
world. They constantly plagued her during battle.

He passed the dome barrier and forgot about everything but safety.

Flance placed his hand on the hilt of his sword and scanned the area. He nearly
jumped out of his loincloth when a shadow shifted and Whisper’s blue hair
peaked through the darkness. “Sweet Goddess…”

His cruel laughter irritated the hell out of everyone that heard it which

wasn’t saying much; most of those beings were dead. It was low, raspy and
distinctly evil sounding. “Don’t you have better things to do than sneak around
in the dark?” Flance shoved his blade back into place. “Or better yet, you
patrol because I have better things to do.”

“Fine…” With that single word, the fairy blended with the shadows

once more.

The fairy made no sound, barely spoke a word and Bray kept insisting

he was sweet. That man gave him the shivers, but he did say he would patrol.
Flance smiled. “Thanks…” He stepped under the willow tree and glanced
down at the dome. Flance couldn’t see his woman on the sunflower but knew
she’d be there. Ready for ravishment, ready to try for their child, and he’d keep
trying until she was happy. When it came down to life, she was the most
important thing, his Bray. He dove down and heard her giggle of delight even
from the sky.

****
Who said too much of a good thing was bad? Brook smiled and

stretched sore muscles in sheer joy. Last night was more than amazing. She
wanted every night to play out so naughty and inventive. She opened her eyes
as the sweetest breeze rushed over her naked body. The doors to the balcony
were wide open, the wind incredible as she lay on the bed. Carrick was
nowhere in sight.

“He asked me to present you with a gift.”
Wick’s voice startled the hell out of her. She jumped up and covered

her body, or tried too. Where was a blanket or even a sheet when she needed
it? Did he just say a gift? “From Carrick?”

“Yes, and if you’ll permit me…” He moved closer, his hands touched

her knees and pressed them apart until her core was exposed.

She sat there like a damn log as he parted her legs and slid his hands up

her thighs. His fingers created a wonderful sensation around her pussy. Her
lids closed as he touched, rubbed, teased and then he leaned forward to lick her.
One long swoop from hole to clit. Waking up to this every morning sounded so
fucking good right about now.

“Carrick asked me to deliver a dress he thought would appear angelic

on you. He also asked of me to give you a very…” Lick. “…Good.” Lick.
“…Morning.”

His tongue entered her core. It swept across sensitive muscles and

caused her to fall back. Who could resist this? His mouth dragged over her
entrance as his finger pressed her lower lips further apart. Her clit was burning

with pleasure when he finally sucked it. Pressing harder and harder until she
moaned. He caught every drop of moisture that trickled from her and stole
every breath she managed to take. The orgasm came quick, knocked her right
out of her mind and into a place so close to heaven she could almost see the
pearly gates.

Her heart thumped wildly beneath her erect nipples. She opened her

eyes to see Wick crawl up her body and began rubbing his lips over those hard
pebbles. He tugged the other one with his fingers and she lost her mind when
her hands sought out his cock. She needed more. She needed…Carrick.

Brook pulled her hands from him, glanced at his eyes as he pulled away

and kissed her forehead. He either felt her resistance or her emotions were way
too obvious. “When you are ready, I will take you to Carrick.”

“I…”
“Brook, I am attracted to you, who would not be? However, I am not

your true love, or your king. I am merely a warrior of Carrick’s who was given
the order to pleasure you.”

Well that covered a few issues.
“I enjoy your body very much, if you wish me to continue pleasing you

and Carrick agrees, I will be more than happy to.” The words seemed saturated
with loneliness. Wick brought his hand to her crotch, cupped and locked eyes
while his finger penetrated. “Carrick awaits you.” He removed his finger, stood
before her and placed a lavender sundress on the bed. “He asks you only wear
this.”

It was gorgeous with thin straps and flattering material that would hug

her curves. She felt a little strange changing with Wick watching, but if she did
decide to stay, this would be the norm. Oh, what a temptation, the choice to
stay was getting easier to make. She slipped the lightweight material over her
head; it scraped against her nipples and sent a shiver down her spine.

Delight spiked as the low cut dress settled over her hips and reached

mid thigh. She was barefoot and without panties but felt better than ever. Her
hormones raged as she lifted the dress slightly. Wick’s eyes scanned the
hairless flesh of her pussy. He licked his lips again and took a deep breath. She
grinned when he adjusted his cock under the loincloth and led her out of the
bedchamber.

It wasn’t long before the rising sun warmed her skin. Brook closed her

eyes and lifted her chin, the breeze sent tendrils of hair on a wild ride. It didn’t
matter; it was so utterly perfect. As warm lips caressed hers, it got even better.
She opened her eyes to Carrick and kissed him back as his arms wrapped
around her.

“I missed you.” He said the words against her lips. “You look

stunning.”

She felt spectacular. “I missed you, too.” The second day and she was

falling right into this fairy’s heart, she could only image what years with him
would be like. If she decided to stay, she wouldn’t have to imagine. Brook
looked away; she absolutely did not want to deal with that thought now. “I
loved the…presents. Both of them…immensely.” She couldn’t hold the giggle
and buried her face in his warm neck.

Carrick laughed. “I’m very glad. Now…how about that ride and some

breakfast.”

She was famished for more than food. Brook nodded, excitement leapt

into her body at the mere thought of flying with him.

“Hold on tight.”
She nodded, bit her lip, her back against his front, and he wrapped his

arms around her. His wings stretched out, and he lifted her straight off her feet.
The wind created chaos in her hair as they left the safety of land.

She shifted her legs to hold on to him as he flew even higher. Over

buildings, past giant sunflowers and toward the dome that protected the
kingdom. Brook held tight, couldn’t hide the enormous smile on her face.

This was so amazing, holding onto Carrick and flying through the sky.

His wings beat strongly, and he led them around his kingdom. There was a
park of sorts. Strange red flowers sprung wild with what looked like benches
around a water source. A small waterfall captured her gaze for a while. She
wanted to see it, all of it, his whole kingdom. She was almost disappointed
when he turned back, soared higher, gave her a precious view and an
overwhelming thrill at flying. He could do this all the time, whenever he
wanted, and she was grateful he gave her a chance to experience this.

She had no idea how many times they circled the kingdom. He would

ask her if she wanted to go again, and she’d screamed out yes. His wings had
to be tired, but he kept flying. He carried them over the buildings, past the
sunflowers, and swooped down toward the waterfall.

She giggled as water churned close to her bare legs. He finally slowed,

lowered until they reached one of the giant sunflowers she admired. Carrick
was getting really close; she could probably reach out and touch it. She bit her
lip and loosened her grip, reached out as he neared. Brook wanted to feel the
petals, smell the wonderful fragrance up close.

He actually landed on the thing. It didn’t buck or crash from her

weight or create a catastrophe as they landed smack in the middle. Pollen
swirled slightly and that sweet sunflower smell heated by the sun surrounded

them. The center sunk under her bare feet and she turned in his arms. “That
is…so…” She couldn’t even explain the gift he’d given her. “It was perfect.”

He smiled, placed his lips on her forehead. “Please sit.”
She looked down with eyebrow raised. It took some careful movements.

The flower was sturdy as a tree but the fact the center sunk in gave her a
distinct falling feeling. Of course, if she fell, he’d fly down and catch her. Talk
about a safety net.

“Breakfast.” He sat beside her.
Both Wick and Mord fluttered upward, carrying trays of savory

smelling food. They settled it on the flower before them and disappeared
before she could thank them. Well now, life didn’t get more romantic than this.
“Someone’s been reading romance books.” She grinned; reached out to grab a
piece of…well she didn’t know what it was. It looked an awful lot like a kiwi,
so she’d give it a try.

“Fairies are romantic by nature,” he spoke softly and directly into her

ear.

Time to eat before she said something she’d regret, like she’d stay and

sleep with two men every night. Her teeth sunk into the soft exterior of the
fruit, it tasted sweet and tangy like a mango.

“Do you like it?”
He picked up one himself. She watched his teeth break the soft outer

skin and a few drops scattered down his fingers. It made her body flush.

“Very much.” The way he munched on fruit spiked her pulse to a

dangerously high level. Now she watched his throat bob and his chest inhale.
Her eyes shifted lower as she took another juicy bite. Oh yeah, that loincloth
had a nice tent. She thanked whoever invented that tiny piece of cloth. It was
such a naughty idea.

“What else are you hungry for?” There was a wicked laughter in his

tone as she glanced upward.

Chapter Five

So, he’d seen that inspection of his body. “Well…” She placed the half-

eaten fruit on the tray, shifted toward him. It took no effort to push him to his
back. He gladly complied as he took a mouthful of the fruit. Brook grinned as
she straddled his hips, and pressed down so she could rub his bulge against her
exposed crotch. “You have no idea how happy I am I didn’t wear panties.”
Brook said with a grin.

“You didn’t?”
She silently thanked Wick and lifted her dress. The wetness he caused

shimmered on her flesh as the sun shined down. Silky lavender material lifted
over her hips, up her torso and exposed her breasts. She pulled the material
over her head and threw it on the flower.

Gloriously naked, she stretched her arms upward and glanced at

Carrick. That predator sheen was in his eyes, and it sent a thrill right to her
heart. She grabbed her breasts, squeezed them and threw her head back. Her
nipples hardened as she pinched.

He was rigid beneath her. She could feel him swelling as she shifted

her hips and rubbed her nude core against his abs. The feeling was electric, so
she did it again. Friction frazzled her clit, and she leaned forward to catch his
lips.

His kiss always seemed to be perfect. He wrapped her in this intense

bubble of pleasure as his tongue invaded. She was suddenly on her back and
spread her arms above her in surrender. Brook put up the worst fight in history.
Carrick didn’t seem to mind. His teeth scrapped across her jaw, lowered to her
tight bud to suck. He tasted every inch of her breasts before moving down to
her belly button. Planting little kisses around it, he pressed her thighs further
apart. He sucked the small lower lip into his mouth and parted them to expose
her core. His tongue dipped inside, swirled and tasted until her hips bucked.

“Carrick!”
He paused, locked eyes and enveloped her clit in the warmest wettest

mouth. Her flesh scorched as he played with the bud. The orgasm was so close,
if he kept driving her mad…

She gasped, body arched, and his tongue entered her pussy. Her

pathway squeezed around him, wanted his thick hungry cock but didn’t have
any control to tell him. She felt the rush of pleasure begin to fade. His tongue
slithered free of her milking muscles, and he attended her clit once more.

The second oral tasting always killed her restraint, of course, that only

happened once before and never like this. He teased with his tongue, tickled
her flesh and then sucked hard. It raised again, that imaginary bar that led
straight toward a major climax. She grabbed handfuls of his hair, didn’t know
if she pulled him away or pushed him closer. Brook wanted that pressure to
explode and the orgasm to course through her system.

One finger eased inside her body and it hummed. He held her hips as

lust all but knocked her unconscious. Her body was a mass of wild ecstasy as
he kept sucking and tears dripped down her face.

“Carrick!” She tugged on his hair, pulled him upward as his lips

anchored to her nipple. His cock was at her entrance. She was more than ready
to feel his hot flesh stretching and filling.

One quick thrust and he entered her trembling core. He groaned when

she grabbed his ass cheeks, pushed him as far into her as he could possibly go.
She couldn’t speak to beg for more, but he seemed to understand. He pumped;
his cock created such an intense pressure another orgasm swamped her. It
poured through to her soul, and she cried out. He grabbed her lips with his,
their tongues danced seductively as his cock found her perfect spot. One more
orgasm and she would die from a damn adrenaline overload. He held her hips
harder, his cock rushed to her womb and she felt the white liquid spurt from
his hole in a wonderful glory.

Brook couldn’t move, didn’t want to move as they laid on the

sunflower in fatigue. That was incredible. She snuggled against his chest
listening to his heavy breathing. “You know, sunflowers, are my favorite
flower.” She grinned and kissed his chest after she spoke. His laughter was
happiness and hope.

“You know, mine is, too.” His lips pressed lightly against her forehead.

“Would you like another ride?”

“Naked?” She said the words with a wicked grin and glanced up at him.
“If you’re feeling frisky.”
“Fairy man, you’ll soon learn I’m always frisky.” She winked and

stood then realized she just admitted she wanted to spend more time here.

“I meant, the other fairies might see. Do you mind?” He knelt before

her, his hands slithered up her legs, thighs and finally rubbed the sweet spot,
her clit.

“At the moment, I really, really don’t.” She screamed when he surged

upward and lifted her into the air. Her legs wrapped around his hips, her arms
around his neck and she knew he’d never let her fall. He moved faster, her
heart pumping as he spun and tilted.

“Carrick!”
His laughter sounded over the rush of wind. Then he dove downward

until her breath caught and then he slowed to a hover, they were over his home,
his palace. She glanced over his shoulder at the true beauty. The fresh air
reminded her of a gentle rainfall and the sight of those giant sunflowers
basking in the sun was magical. The silence around them was more of a
comfort than anything else. She was in a damn fairy kingdom, magic had to
play some part in it.

“It’s so perfect,” she whispered in his ear as his wings kept them steady.
“You’re perfect, Brook.”
She caught his eyes and they seemed to lock as his hips shifted. His

erection decided to rejoin their party, it pressed against her thigh with urgent
demand. Brook leaned back, secured her hands on his shoulders and impaled
his cock inside her dripping hole. He thrust once, filled her completely. She
refused to close her eyes as she rode him. Here in the air, with the beat of
wings as music she moved her hips to control his speed.

In and out, she brought them so close to climax only to stop and kiss

him at the last minute. Their lips opened, tongues battled and it was so perfect,
so magnificent she almost cried. Crying during sex was the biggest blunder in
a relationship. She had learned that the last time she cried in front of her ex.
His verbal abuse was humiliating, the revulsion that raged in his eyes damn
near broke her and this time, with this man, she refused to ruin the moment.
Even if he was a man with wings.

Brook leaned back and began pumping, her legs using his hips to pull

and push. Their bodies began to sweat as the sun beat down on their flesh.

“Carrick!” She was so damn close. They were moving on the next

downward thrust. His balls slapped against her and his cock pressed
fantastically against her womb. She squeezed, over and over until her back
pressed against something. Her gasp echoed, as she lay flat against the ceiling
dome and looked down at his whole kingdom.

“You better not drop me,” she squeaked, and he growled as he pressed

against her and fucked her like a King. His thrusts were deep and fast. His
chest against hers, his hands on her hips, she watched Carrick’s wings flutter
wildly on his back. Pleasure burst, the orgasm took her by surprise, and she
managed to glance out at the giant sunflowers that grew heartily toward the sun
and the kingdom of fairies beneath her while it swept through her body.

“Brook!” His face was taut in the throws of ecstasy, his voice

reverberating through the night.

Then his mouth moved to her neck and sucked the skin between his

teeth. The nip was primal and a bit painful. It thrilled her beyond words and he
kept pumping. In and out, over and over until she thought she’d explode from
sheer sensation. Then Carrick came, flooding her body as he grabbed her hips
and pumped everything he had into her.

She slid forward, grabbed his shoulders to keep from falling forward

until his balls were sated and empty. Brook was losing her grip, sweat and
exhaustion finally taking its toll, but he was there.

He kept his cock inside her, stretched the sore pathway as he wrapped

his arms around her torso and evened their position so they were upright. A
dizzy spell caused her eyes to close but she felt them move, heard his wings
and the harsh rays of the sun eased. Her feet never touched the ground. Instead,
she heard voices and opened her eyes to Carrick carrying her onto that
sunflower. “I really do love sunflowers.”

He grinned down at her, laid her supine and then joined her. She

cuddled close, exhaustion kicking her ass but that was okay because Carrick
was right beside her.

****
An Ireland sunrise was one of the most precious sights. The colors

were astounding, the smell intoxicating, but it also meant he survived another
day.

Keyn sat quietly beneath the willow tree as the first rays of sunshine

peeked over the green hills. Another day alive was a win in his book. He could
hear the grunts of Bray and Flance. They must have decided to spend the night
on the sunflower again. A few times, he caught a glimpse of naked flesh and
fairy wings.

It made him too jealous to watch his friend enjoy life but another

sunrise greeted and he was here to watch it. Soon, the kingdom, what few there
were, would awake to a new day. A new problem would arise as well as the
old ones. What did it matter to him? He killed trolls, managed not to kill
himself and hoped to see another sunrise. What more was there to this life? Of
course, he couldn’t see like he used to. The scar that marred the right side of
his face took some of his vision, too. The only good thing about today was his
lack of nightmares last night. He didn’t wake up in a cold sweat, his wings
were still attached and he was not at the mercy of cruel humans.

Keyn closed his eyes, inhaled the fresh air and broke into a smile. Like

he did every morning, he smiled for the sake of it and prayed to the Goddess.
He tucked his long black hair behind his back, clasped his hands and spread his

red and black wings. His breathing slowed, his heart thumped into an easy
rhythm. He was free, he was a full-grown man now, and he was safe.

He listened intently to the little things. A bird on a branch, the leaves

wavered and the fast creeks of that sunflower. The moans of ecstasy slowed
and ceased.

More birds rose with the sun, twerps, tweets and coos sounded high

above. The bird on that branch puffed up its chest and settled near hungry baby
birds. A small snake gave up on its dinner and slithered off. He could smell
rain, the smallest chance of it, and opened his eyes to see the dark clouds
quickly float away.

At the flutter of satisfied fairies returning to a happy home, he turned

and watched their naked backsides as they flew away. All this drifted through
his mind, but what stood out was the crunch of a branch. A single, quiet
resonance that was not an ordinary, morning sound.

His eyes lowered to slits, they scanned the area and spotted the snake

furiously speeding from its hiding spot. Keyn’s sword was always near, as was
his knife. It took moments for him to grab the blade and lift into the air. He
landed near the trees with a thud, hoping the intruder would run and reveal his
presence. His hand tightened, ready for action, but no other sound breached.

He had no doubt it was an intruder. Even if he couldn’t see it. He

waited a full minute, eighty or so heartbeats and shifted. No footprints were
obvious, but he was not as good a tracker as Thame. Still, there should be some
sign and he had yet to notice even one. Keyn returned to the kingdom, his
blade still exposed. To both protect his king and never become a victim again.

****

It was another morning; she felt the sun on her face, the wind in her

hair. Brook opened her eyes to the beauty that suddenly entered her world.
Here she was lying around while the whole day passed by. Thankfully, she
wasn’t alone.

Beside her laid Carrick, naked and asleep. She smiled, kissed his bare

shoulder and walked to the open balcony doors. The strange dream was about
living here with him. She was nothing but a doormat, no job, no money,
nothing but the man that loved her. Then again, her ex-husband had loved her
for a while; he treated her like gold and then dirt under his shoe. Brook leaned
against the doorframe, the rising sun fading to her memory.

The day she told him she passed the bar was the happiest moment in

her life. There was such a feeling of accomplishment and he asked what was

for dinner. Her smile had faded, her happiness squished under his cruel boot.
She gave it time, he’d adjust, he’d accept.

Brook couldn’t believe how naive she was with him. Her ex made life

worse. He’d leave the house a mess and call her at work during meetings for
the stupidest things. Honey, where’s my white shirt? Darling, where did you
put the spare keys? Then he’d hit her. That was the last straw, the moment he’d
slapped her face in anger. The one night she came home late, exhausted from
that damn murder trial, and he yelled at her.

He bitched and moaned until she told him to go fuck off. She looked

away from the scenery before her, to the floor. He’d hit her so hard she fell to
the floor stunned. She wasn’t one of those women, those victims that accepted
apologizes and continued the violent cycle. No, she had grabbed her cheek and
kicked him in the balls. There was something satisfying about hearing nuts
squish and a man scream. The bastard had never touched her again. Then she
divorced and finally she moved here, away from it all to start over. Only she
found a new guy, a fairy man. Did she really want to give up her chance at her
own life to live here?

“You look sad.”
His voice penetrated the fog in her mind. “I’m just thinking.”
“Nothing happy.” His arms wrapped around her, giving her the comfort

she needed.

“What would I do if I stayed here? I can’t just sit around.”
“What do you want to do?”
“Well, I’m a lawyer. Not much demand for that around here.”
“You could paint, you could explore, you could design, decorate, you

can do whatever you want to do.”

Now what made him say design? She leaned back, rested her head on

his warm shoulder. “Design rooms, houses?” She wouldn’t have to worry
about what people thought. She would be a queen. They’d have to like it. The
thought made her smile.

“If that’s your wish…” His lips landed delicately on her neck. “Brook,

as we spend more time together, I…I’m very much…falling in love with you.”

Chapter Six

Those three little words had all her thoughts hitting a rock wall. She

turned in his arms and saw the smile on his face. He was serious. “You don’t
just want to have babies with me.”

“I’d like that too, but it’s not a guarantee. You may not be able to

conceive, this is simply a theory that mating with human women will produce
offspring.”

“If that’s the case, if you’re in dire need of more fairies why don’t you

seduce a few women? You’d have more children.”

Carrick frowned. “Mord has been saying that for years. I don’t want all

the human women or even a handful. I just want one. You.”

What was a woman going to say to that? She settled for nothing and

kissed him instead. Their touch of lips was intense even though she tried to
keep it tender and swift. Any longer and she’d jump on his cock right now.
Brook glanced down; his loincloth showed he was at least prepared for that
plan. His erection stood proud, so close she could reach out to touch his dick.

“Sir!”
Mord again, he always seemed to interrupt. “What?” He rolled his eyes

and kissed her shoulder.

Brook’s eyes widened, she was naked. She turned and hauled ass to get

behind Carrick’s frame as the other fairy approached.

“We’re having problems with the Trolls again.”
“Another attack?” He stiffened beneath her touch and grabbed the

loincloth near his feet to cover his throbbing cock from the other fairies sight.

“No sir, but lots of movement.”
He turned to her, holding her cheeks in his hand and they were not the

ones on her face. She bit her lips and felt his finger slid past her rear hole and
right into her core. There was no escaping the moan.

“I’ll be back…”
“I know.” She stuck her tongue out and he gladly caught it and kissed

her silent. Brook watched him leave, forgetting about her worries as the sun
finally graced the world.

****
It was a risk having all the fairies in one room, but none of them dared

to stray from this meeting. The oddly shaped room was round and never lost
that musty smell from the tapestries. Bark-colored walls were filled with the

woven threads that depicted their history. Now, it remained barren as bare
chested men filled the room as each took their seat.

Sword holders lay across their backs, but Carrick was the only one with

a tented loincloth. Brook was such a beautiful distraction. A single table
brought them together. The king’s chair at the head was rightfully adorned
with carved wings and gems embedded. Each took their seat with the exception
of Whisper. If the man wanted to stay on patrol then at least they wouldn’t be
totally defenseless. Their king stood and tried to address them all with a firm
tone.

“The Trolls are our first concern. They grow bolder, more strategic and

I fear for the safety of the kingdom.” He turned to Mord. “Will Brielle and you
return to the palace? It’s much safer should there be an all out attack.

“I do not fear an attack of such proportions, sir,” he murmured, never

catching the king’s eye.

“Then you are a fool, my friend, but I grant you permission to flee with

your love should there be a violent event.” Both men nodded. “Wick, I’d like
you to ask around with your contacts. See if anything has heard something on
their plans.”

“We should go kick down their door and ask them ourselves.” Mord

spoke.

“No, we should give Whisper permission to wipe them out,” Flance

said as he held Bray’s hand. “He can obliterate them all while we work on our
reproduction issue.”

“Enough.” Carrick held up his hand. “The trolls are…a nuisance but

they have a right to live as any other creature. Not all of them are trying to gain
control of the kingdom, only a select few…”

“That increases every year. Soon they will have no problem taking the

land they want so badly want.” Flance again, he looked to the king with
pleading eyes. “Please sir; this is no time for decency or mercy.”

“It is also not a time to wipe out an entire species.” Carrick interrupted.

“We will figure out their plans, keep this territory defended and try to conquer
this offspring problem. We will teach our children to fight, the next generation
will learn to protect our lands and the trolls will no longer be an issue.” No
fairy dared to interrupt or contradict the king. He was rather happy with this
title at the moment. “We must be more vigilant. If they intend to be more
aggressive then we may kill, but that has to be a last resort.”

“I agree with the king.” Bray stood.
Carrick nodded and she returned to her seat. Now, for the words he’d

been dreading. “Brook has yet to agree to be my queen.”

Keyn rolled his eyes. “She’ll say yes.”
“I do hope so.” He returned to the throne. “If she indeed accepts the

invitation for queen, we will have the celebration and try for a child. There
must be proof that our sperm will meld with humans. I know the rumors, the
theories, but it must be proved.”

“…And what of us?” Wick spoke softly.
“Then…we will create a schedule, each fairy will roam topside and

search for his other half. Mord seems to believe they will be drawn here just as
Brook was. You just have to wait for her arrival.”

“Easy for you to say, you’re bedding a woman every night.” Wick

whispered loud enough for them to hear. A few snickers escaped and Carrick
grinned.

“Yes, I am and if all goes well, so will you. Maybe you should draw a

lady’s lips on your hand until a woman tames you.” This time male laughter
broke the tension, a few snorted and Flance gladly threw a human pen to the
man. That was better than hostility. “We can do this.” He walked slowly
around the wooden table that centered the meeting. “We’re fairies, we’ve
endured longer than any creature in existence and we will not be defeated.”
Hollers rang out and the mood lightened. It bade well on their strength of
character. Together they would survive this atrocity.

****

Brook spent the hours relaxing. She found that park with the waterfall,

thanks to a good sense of direction. Then he threw her clothes off, well
everything except her panties and lay in the sun. Hell, there were only a few
people, fairies, in this entire kingdom, so privacy was not a big issue. Green
vines grew along the dirt path, trees graced this area with spots of shade and
two benches wore away beside the water. She wondered what it would look
like if the population increased.

Fairies would probably flock here, no pun intended. She could see the

parents sitting on blankets, holding hands as they watched their little ones play
in the warm water. The sun would shine down and there would be no such
things as trolls. This was such a peaceful world, she was sure everyone here
had a similar vision. It still made a beautiful image, all those wings fluttering
delicately in a blue cloudless sky.

The daydreaming continued as her body warmed. They even became

naughty and occasionally she’d pinch her nipples while thinking of Carrick.
The breeze was kind to her and that waterfall perfected everything with its

beauty and tranquil sound. This was better than any spa in the world. All she
needed now was her fairy man inside her. Fluttering, she opened her eyes at
the sound, sat up on her elbows and looked to the sky. Wick grinned as he
landed.

“I hear I’ll be calling you Queen soon.”
She shifted, covered her chest with her knees. Granted they had

amazing sex and his morning lick was excellent, he was not hers. “Hello,
Wick.” Of course, given the chance she’d love to have them both in her body
again.

“Is all well?”
“Yes. I’m fine.” She smiled shyly. Hell of a time to feel bashful.
“Carrick will arrive shortly. I’ll inform him you’re eager for his

arrival.”

“Thank you, Wick.” He nodded and other than a few scorching glances,

he behaved like a gentleman. When he fluttered away and she uncoiled. She
grinned, gave her nipples a generous rub and returned to her sun bathing.

****

Carrick was done. Finished with structure problems, fights between his

men and those trolls, Goddess damn them. At least it all ended in a jovial note,
when they heard of possible mates who wouldn’t be excited. He exited the
chamber with a headache and a raging erection. Brook, he had to find her.

“Sir.”
He turned to Wick. “Is she well?”
“Very. She’s by the falls, naked in the sun.”
Wicks words painted such an image his cock hardened even further.

Being this hard all the time was getting on his nerves. He couldn’t think
without her smile pushing through his thoughts. “Do you care to join us?”
Wick nodded and began walking beside him. “Has she mention anything
about…being queen?”

“Nothing but she is shy with me. I do believe Brielle might be

effective.”

The female fairy might be able to bring Brook out of her shell and into

theirs. She did have a compassionate way with words. “We’ll stop by her
chamber before we try to persuade Brook into staying.”

“Sir, are you in love with her?”
Carrick became silent. What could he say? The future of their species

depended on procreation, and if Brook did not reproduce, he would not give

her up, even if it meant stepping down as king. Wick had been the closest thing
to a brother, and he deserved the truth. “Children or not, I love her and want
her to stay.”

Wick smiled, but it held such sadness. An expression Carrick had never

seen on his friend before. “Then I will talk to Brielle. You go see your queen.”

Carrick kept walking, down the hall, past his bedchamber and toward

the open doors. It was strange to see that look on his face; perhaps Brook
created that deprived feeling in all his men. Seeing their King happy while they
only had their hands must be difficult. He made a mental note, to rotate the
men for surface duty sooner than planned. The lack of women occupying their
lives was affecting his men. He spread his wings. Then he headed toward the
woman he wished to be his queen.

****

What would this place look like in winter? Would it be covered by

snow and the water frozen over? Brook couldn’t help but wonder. She wanted
to see it for herself. Would the sunflowers die out? Did this place even have a
winter? Her eyes closed, but she wasn’t asleep. She inhaled the fresh air and
enjoyed doing nothing but nothing. That was until she felt a bite on her breast,
right beside her hard nipple. She closed her fist, pulled away as her eyes
opened and hands grabbed her. A scream was on the verge of her lips.

“It’s me, sweet.”
“Carrick!” She hugged him, pulled away to slap him in the arm, the

idiot. “I didn’t hear you.”

“I walked…to sneak up and take a nibble. I can’t resist that body of

yours.”

“Is that so? Hmm, I like the sound of that.” She leaned back; his mouth

hovered over her parted lips. “Irresistible, Brook.”

She grinned as he swooped down for a ravenous kiss. His tongue and

lips dominated, and brought them on a journey to mimic their intense intimacy.
She was on her back with him quickly above her. Brook drowned out the
sound of that magnificent waterfall, and the thumping of her heart. She heard
only his breath, his heartbeat, his moan of pleasure.

His chest rasped against her nipples, the sensation was one of a kind

tickling her flesh like a hundred exploring fingers. She could spend forever
here. Her breath caught. Was that a decision? The thought popped straight
from her heart and settled in her brain like it had always been there. Stay here
as Carrick’s queen.

“I think…”
He didn’t let her finish but pushed her gently to her side and then over

onto her stomach. His hands cupped her breasts and tugged her nipples. Then
his hands moved to her back and those hard nubs pressed against the tickling
grass and solid ground.

His fingers were magnificent; they eased tense muscles as his knees

spread her legs. “I missed you,” he talked quietly and placed his lips against
her shoulder. Sweet, butterfly touches made the verdict that much easier.

“Same here, fairy man.” His tongue found her spine. Carrick’s teeth

nibbled and his lips teased as he followed it down to her lower back. His palms
lay flat against her ass cheeks and squeezed. She bit her lip, wiggled before
arching her hips so he had better access. His laughter brought a smile to her
face.

“Eager?”

Chapter Seven

“Eager for you? Always.” His fingers moved her panties over pressed

his palm securely over her clit as his mouth found its way toward her core. He
didn’t treat her pussy to an erotic taste but gave her lower lips a single, rather
innocent, kiss. Brook was ready to beg. She was beyond eager, it bordered on
manic.

“Carrick…” She groaned. He finally rewarded her with a single finger

urging her lower lips open and circling her hole. She was so wet, so ready and
every attempt she made to sink his finger inside was futile. He moved away,
shifted over or removed his touch completely. This was torture, and she
prepared to tell him so when that long finger pierced her core and slithered
deep inside.

She sighed. Now this was worth begging for. To feel his warmth inside

her, although, a little thicker would be perfect. “More Carrick…” She reached
under and grabbed her nipples. Pinched and twisted her hips upward. “Please.
Now. More.” She needed something inside her. He did not disappoint. His
cock pressed heavily against her ass cheek. Swirling around and hard enough
to penetrate her in one long, breathtaking thrust.

Then his head entered, it stretched her hole and his hands slipped

beneath her body to find her breasts. The moment his hands squeezed her
nipples, he began a slow, agonizing entry. Inch by inch, he maneuvered his
cock inside her body. Every heartbeat coincided with a nipple pull and then
another inch. She gasped, tried to push back so his head would reach her womb.
He would have nothing of it. He set the pace, and he ruled their mating like the
king he was.

His balls bounced off her flesh as he fully entered her body and speared

her as she moved to her elbows. His thrusts started leisurely but deep. Little
pulses drove her mad and sent her body into a fury of desire. She knew the
second he lost control. He groaned, grabbed her hips and pumped. She
squeezed him, milked for that thick white liquid that she longed to taste.

The orgasm was unexpected. Suddenly her pathway convulsed around

him, her body surged backward and his cock buried deep. Her head fell
forward, adrenaline and bliss swam through her system as his hold on her hips
tightened. In and out, pumping, invading her wet, wanton body with his dick
until he cried out her name. She plummeted forward, landed on the soft grass

with Carrick following. His cock still thrusting, his seed spilt from her. What a
waste.

They lay there for minutes, caught their breath, his cock slowly

softened but he didn’t want to let her go which was evident by the way his
arms wrapped around her. Inevitably, he pulled free and lay beside her. There
was silence for a few moments but no awkwardness. It was that profound
silence after amazing sex. He glanced at her with a smile. “What if I said yes?”
She looked away when she asked, gazed the waterfall as he interweaved their
fingers.

“This kingdom is not as safe as it once was. I love you Brook, but I fear

it’s too dangerous to mate with me.” Where was he going with this? Wasn’t
this what he’d wanted the whole time? “There’s this celebration we have.” He
kissed her palm. “If you decide to become queen, every fairy in my kingdom
will taste the honey of your body. They each dedicate their lives to your
protection. You are crowned, and I take you away to my chamber where we
unite and hopefully make some baby fairies.” He watched her reaction.

Well, she hated to admit she wasn’t getting younger, but kids? Right

now? Brook glanced at Carrick. His smile, the hope that gleamed in his eyes
made her look away. “Trolls won’t scare me away, fairy man. I just don’t
know about the baby thing.” What kind of mother could she possibly make?
She didn’t find bald, toothless babies cute, and the crying during sleeping
hours was a big turn off. His features fell. It looked like his heart had just burst
into a thousand, sad pieces.

“What if...and I’m just saying hypothetically…”
Whatever that meant, he listened closely.
“What if I do…become queen and we just hold off on the kid thing for

a few years.” Talk about being selfish. His species was dying out and Brook
wanted to wait a few years to repopulate, but it was her body after all. She’d
decide when she wanted to bring a new life into this world and no one would
ever press that issue.

“Brook. I would agree with whatever you want if you promised to be

my queen.”

Decisions were a bitch. She shifted, lay atop his body and rested her ear

against his chest. His heartbeat soothed her nerves like a good drug. She was
on Vicodin once for a pulled wisdom tooth and this was the same calming
effect only less side effects. She closed her eyes and just listened. Thump,
thump. This was her fairy man, he was hope, love, truth, promise and
everything else rolled into a damn fine package. Thump, thump. Thump,
thump.

The sound changed. Brook noticed the steady pace of his heart increase.

Every breath he took was faster and there was whispering. She opened her eyes
to darkness, inhaled the musky sent that was her fairy man. “Carrick?”

“Sorry, sweet.”
He motioned someone away. She saw the shadow shift, and it

disappeared into the sky. Well, being half-naked no longer fazed her the way it
did. “Is everything okay?” When had the sun set?

****
“Fine.” His arm had been numb for the last hour but he couldn’t wake

her. She looked so angelic sleeping and when he caught sight of those sweet
tits against his skin, she appeared downright wicked.

“Yes,” she blurted. Sat up and locked eyes. “Yes.” Those images of a

thriving fairy kingdom had completely swayed her thoughts.

Did she mean…? His mouth opened but no words would form.
“Carrick, I’ll be your queen, just no babies yet.” She smiled and

giggled when he surged into the sky with her wrapped in his arms. “We cannot
make a habit out of flying naked!” She yelled over the wind and laughter.

They landed in bed, the sheets always mussed, and he was beginning to

like it that way. “So you’ll really stay?”

She laughed heartily and nodded.
“I will make sure you’re happy, you have my word. Whatever you want

to do, to eat, to see, anything at all…is yours.”

Sounded too good to be true. “I have to go back up though.” He shifted,

stared at her. “Some things, um, photographs of my parents, I can’t leave
behind.”

“Of course.” How stupid of him. He was so excited the thought hadn’t

even crossed his mind. “I know your parents are no longer with the living…”
She had mentioned much about her life as they lay naked near the waterfall.
“…but do you have any other blood family on the surface?”

“Shit.” She sat up. “My cousin, Morrigan. She’s the closest thing to a

sister I’ve had, and well, I love her dearly. Do you think…maybe…we
could…you know…possibly…tell her.” She drew out the sentence long
enough for him to push her to her back and kiss down her neck. He stopped the
moment she finished.

“Inform her about our existence?”
“She’s not…she’ll get it, understand. I’m sure of it. I once married

another lawyer and though she was against it, she stood by me anyway.” Long
before that, they were a team, keeping the bullies of their run down school at
bay. That girl, woman, was her everything. She cried on the plane over

thinking of finally living on the same continent as Morrigan. “Please
Carrick…”

He made a mental note to find and kick her ex-husband until he was

unconscious. The cruel things the man said to his future queen were a travesty.
“All right, sweet.” When he said anything she desired, he meant it.

****
There was nothing wrong with smiling, although she had never done it

for this long. Brook couldn’t help the happiness that seemed to radiate from
every pore of her body. She kissed Carrick when they woke and then watched
him walk naked to the balcony doors. Her fairy man had an ass she could
nibble for hours. He always seemed to leave her alone when her hormones
were ready to bust free.

“My queen…” Wick’s tone was somber as he entered the chamber.
She didn’t bother to cover up this time, well, not her breasts. She pulled

her pants on, going commando for the day and smiled. “Has a nice ring to it…”
She laughed and walked barefoot to where he stood. “Are you…okay with
this?”

“Of course.” His hand landed on her shoulder, shifted to cup her chin.

“You will make a fine queen and a wonderful mother.”

She’d pretty much had it with baby talk. His meaning was not lost

however. “Thank you, Wick.” She placed a chaste kiss on his cheek.

“Anytime, my Queen.”
She giggled at his words, it sounded beyond strange and hopefully time

would cure that bubbly feeling. “Are we going to my home today?”

“Indeed. Carrick is off with the trolls. They have decided to talk with us,

peace treaty of sorts.”

Her head perked up. “Is that safe? I mean, can we trust them?” She sure

as hell didn’t after that attack on the kingdom, and she hadn’t even met one yet.

“I would not trust them, but Carrick is well aware of their…character.

All the men have joined him. Mord and I will accompany you to your surface
home to gather your things.”

“…because I’m going to be queen.” She said the words with awe. Well

hell, queen was a big deal. Brook pulled her shirt on and turned to her escort.
She slipped past him to greet Mord and silently said the word once more.

Queen.
Butterflies were rampant in her stomach at the face she would be flying

with another fairy. Wick waited patiently as she literally shivered and faced
him. “I trust you…” She said with a smile that belied her words. Yes, she

trusted him, but enough to carry her into the sky without accidentally dropping
her, that would be a no.

“You’re sure you can hold me?” She wasn’t a salad eating, size four

girl. Brook had curves that men seemed fond of, and Wick would know. He
smirked at her as if he could hear her thoughts.

“Just hold tight…”
His arms wrapped around her, his muscle more pronounced than

Carrick’s, and she held tightly to the boulder with wings. Wick jet into the air.
No verbal warning and no spreading his wings so she could prepare for takeoff.
He simply grabbed her and flew. Talk about a nervous breakdown. She kept
her eyes closed, fought the queasy surge as Wick rushed them to the surface.
When her feet landed, she glanced at Mord. Was he the one laughing at her?
She distinctly heard male laughter. “No offense, but you suck at flying.”

Wick grinned and leaned close to whisper in her ear, “You like me

better inside you?”

Brook wanted to laugh as she hit him upside the head, but what he said

was true. “Absolutely.” The moment the word left her mouth, he clasped her
body to his and surged into the gorgeous sky. Her hands circled around his
neck and her legs wrapped around one of his. He slid narrowly between trees.
Branches slapped at her body and when he stopped fluttering his wings, she
screamed like a little girl. Damn straight, she did, the whole female heroine in
distress left her lips, and his wings finally brought them to a hover just above
the ground.

“We keep the girly screams to ourselves.” She had never screamed so

loud or high pitched in her life and was ashamed at her lack of courage. Then
gladly dropped the few inches to solid ground. Decorum was long gone after
that ride. Thankfully, Mord was not around to threaten. He landed a few
moments later, a big grin on his face. Brook snorted then turned to see her
lovely house. She hadn’t even unpacked boxes. The windows were still dusty,
the walkway cracked and the roses rampant over the old brick exterior. She
loved the classical beauty of the place and was a little sad she never had time
to call it home.

Woods surrounded the entire place and an old farmer named Fred lived

a few miles down the road. He had sheep and cows that constantly came to
visit during her short time here. The white picket fence she’d installed didn’t
squeak as she opened the gate, she almost wish it had. In the movies, the gates
made a rusty, hideous noise, and it always reminded her of a good home. There
were few memories here, nothing substantial that would stand the test of time.
Even the grass was long. She never did get a chance to cut it.

The fairy warriors were on her heels as she placed her hand on the

doorknob, took a deep breath, and entered the house for the last time.

Chapter Eight

Agreeing to meet with the trolls was a bad idea. Carrick knew the truth

even if everyone decided to re-inform him. It was obviously the worst plan that
they could agree to, but if there was even a small chance at peace, he would
attempt it. They wanted to convene on the shore, which bode unwell to their
meeting. It was a known fact fairies couldn’t swim. Why in Goddess’ name
would the trolls want to talk peace there? As Thame had said, it would be a
perfect spot for an ambush. His warriors accompanied Brook. Whisper was in
the shadows somewhere around here.

The others were assembled, Flance and Bray stayed behind to protect

the land. Carrick led Thame and Keyn into the sky. Treetops rushed by, a small
stream with a deer watched them pass, and they aimed for the shore.

Waves crashed on the sandy beach while birds flocked for food at the

surface. The sun glared harshly across the waters and two dark figures huddled
in the shadow of a hill. This was it, peace or war. Thame passed him, landed
before the trolls with his head lowered. He looked animalistic with his eyes
narrowed and his teeth bared. But they already had Whisper for that. Carrick
touched down the same time as Keyn. All were aware of their surroundings
and the tension that cut through the settings natural loveliness.

“King of the fairies,” one troll spoke and actually took a bow. “I am

Clar’nock of the trolls.”

Carrick kept his hand on his sword but nodded all the same. “It is a

pleasure to meet you.” There would be no human handshake or even a
customary fairy forehead touch. Hell no, he wasn’t getting that close to the
sneaky bastards. “Peace is a great reason to put aside our differences. Where is
you king?”

“He’ll be here soon.” The shorter of the two spoke.
This was already looking like a trap, why would their king not arrive on

time? His hand tightened on the hilt of his sword. He briefly saw a shadow to
the right. Whisper had arrived.

“The bigger question…” A voice startled them all. “Why were there

seven trolls waiting in a nearby cave with swords?” Whisper asked without
revealing his location.

The trolls seemed to turn a shade of red; the shorter one looked to the

other. “No waiting, you bring weapons not us.” They both threw their empty
hands into the air. Shorty, as Carrick dubbed him, searched the forest around

them with his eyes. Was he searching for a sign or his lost, probably dead
men? He took the time to listen for any disturbance in the proximity. There
was nothing, but his men would not lie.

The troll screeched and screamed attack. It was now that his fellow

cowardly kin were supposed to burst from the trees.

However, they did not count on Whisper. When he yelled for his

buddies, a decapitated head rolled toward them, blood seeped from a torn area
of neck flesh when the nose smashed into a rock. “There’s your
reinforcements.” Carrick returned his own knife. It buried into the taller ones
thigh as Whisper flew from his cover and slit Shorty’s throat. He was a deadly
blur of wings and blue hair, and then the taller one fell to the ground. It
grabbed his throat, tried to collect the stream of blood that would stain the dirt
until the next rainstorm. “So much for questioning,” Carrick murmured as
Whisper returned to the forest around them.

“They would have lied anyway.” Thame had little faith in these things.

“We were right. Trap.”

“Why?” He turned away. After all this time, did the trolls think the

fairies were stupid enough to fall for such a lame attempt? His lips parted as he
gasped and his eyes widened in revelation. There was only one important thing
happening today, only one reason the trolls would lure them out here.

“Brook…”
****
Brook stood in first real home, and now she was leaving it. She made a

note to call the realtor; she was going to be happy with all the commission.

What did she need? Really, if she just stood here and thought about it,

what items couldn’t she part with? Brook stepped the lone torn box on the desk.
This was it. Photos, memories she would always carry with her. Her camera
lay atop, and she smiled. She couldn’t wait to add to her collection, to
document her new life, to really smile for the camera with Carrick in her arms.
She closed her eyes. This was the right choice.

She never really liked being a lawyer anyway. The clothes sucked.

Now she could be naked all day, which was always a bonus. “I think this is
it…” She threw her contact book in the box, gathered it in her arms and headed
toward her men. Her men, what a beautiful saying.

“Run!” Wick screamed the word, shoved her screen door open with

enough blood running down his face to cause her to freeze in panic. “Brook,
run! Trolls!” He turned, raised his sword, and she took off at a sprint.

She hadn’t even waited to finally catch a glimpse of a troll. It had to be

them. What else would be chasing her? Steps blurred as she hauled her butt

through the kitchen and jerked the back door open. She had to get to Carrick,
warn him and get help for the others. Her pulse raced as her feet sunk in the
soft grass. Brook headed straight for that horizon with her lungs beginning to
burn and her head aching. She would not stop. It was a silent vow. A
determination she would not falter.

The sun was setting, and she ran toward the failing light. She could

hear screeches, prayed it was her fairies doing the killing and kept going. She
would not last long, but hopefully, long enough to find that willow tree and
Carrick. Land stretched behind her, she shot through the field of long grass that
stretched her property. Keep going. She had to keep running. Although by now,
her run was more of a jog, but she wouldn’t slow anymore. There was no time
to catch her breath; she had to get more fairies. There was that noise again, a
screech.

“Fuck…” It was much closer. She angled her path, aimed for the line of

trees dense enough to hide her. The last thing she needed was to be captured.
Of course, the ache that started in her side seriously slowed her down.

The trees added to her lack of sight as daylight dwindled. Another high-

pitched screech, she finally reached the shade of the trees. Running further
inland and stopping behind a huge oak. She bent as her side ached fiercely. Her
gasping was so damn loud she couldn’t hear anything else, and her head
thumped along with her pulse.

“Carrick…” she whispered his name, looked around and took a few

steps. She was almost there. Another few minutes and she would see the tree,
another ten to get beneath it. It didn’t matter that she was ready to collapse
from exhaustion or fear. The adrenaline was still pumping; she would use that
to her advantage. Brook grabbed her painful side, squeezed as she picked up
her speed. She loathed jogging.

Brook skidded to a stop. Holding her breath as the sounds of feet

crunching debris came closer. She would make it. She would make it.

Grinding her teeth, she took off again. She kicked hard against the

ground and charged past trees. She would make it; she screamed the words in
her head. Created a mantra and burst from the woods. Over the hill, she just
had to get over a green hill. Her fingers dug into cool dirt, some nails broke
under the strain as her heels pressed firmly against anything for leverage.
When the tree roots thinned out, she used sheer determination. She dug deeper
with her fingers, her breath erratic while she pulled herself higher. This was
not a damn hill. It was a fucking mountain. Higher, further, she could do this.

A warm hand wrapped around her ankle. It tugged as she glanced

backward. “Oh, hell no…” Trolls. “Ugly mother fuckers.” She used her free

leg to kick the face, sent it spiraling backward into more of them. They were
better climbers than she was. She looked upward, almost there. She was too
close to fail.

“Carrick!” she cried out, another hand grabbed her. This time, it also

snatched her other leg and yanked. The force separated her from the hill; she
fell backwards, screamed her fairy’s name as she tumbled. Over and over she
rolled. Her back hitting the roots that once helped her. Pain burst through her
skull, dizziness threatened to tear her apart and then she skidded to a violent
stop. Rough dirt scraped exposed skin as she managed to shift to her back.
Staring up at the darkening sky did not lend her hope.

They were there. Ugly bastards had surrounded her. The skin around

their cat eyes was thick and clumped. Teeth filled with fangs, no hair to speak
of and one leaned down to her with a demonic grin. They had bodies like men
with shoulders, chests, arms, legs but they were smaller and out of proportion.

“We’ve caught you, Queen.”
Feeling brave or maybe it was the hit to the head, Brook spit in its face.

“Kiss my ass.” Carrick would save her. Her fairy man would come to her
rescue and kill these things. Why was it suddenly darker? The sun was setting
too fast. Her eyelids drooped and consciousness faded away.

****
Carrick held his breath, watched as Thame took off into the sky. He

was the fastest flyer and the best tracker. He aimed for Brook’s home, and his
head screamed with worry.

“You cannot follow…” Keyn spoke quietly from his side.
“I have too…” It was his love, his queen. The other fairies hand lay on

his shoulder to hinder his movements but also to render some comfort.

“And…if it’s a trap or worse, they could be attacking our land right

now. Flance and Bray could be in danger. If there’s a large party then the other
will not be able to defeat them all.”

Keyn was right. Focus left him; common sense was buried under his

heart-breaking worry. “…If it is a trap…Thame is in trouble…” Everyone
needed his help, and he was but one fairy. He wanted to send them to Brook
but then what of his kingdom? Carrick could not choose between his home and
his heart.

“We should return home, check the border and Thame will contact you

quickly. He’s the quickest of us all.”

With a glance at the sky, his wings lifted him off the ground and Keyn

was by his side the entire time. He fought panic and hurtled toward home.

****
Thame left the King and never looked back. Not only was the queen

missing, but his friends. If the trolls or some disgusting humans tried to harm
them, he’d give no mercy.

The sun warmed his skin as he travel past their home, which lay quiet

and at first glance, untouched. He flew further East toward Brook’s dwelling.
The closer he came to her residence, the more prominent the smell of blood
became. He flapped faster; his eyes scanned the area as the roof of the house
appeared. It seemed undisturbed and then he heard the wail, the scream that
left his emotions exposed.

He raced forward, landed on the front lawn and found the remnants of

battle. Four trolls dead, fairy blood splattered the walls, and trailed inside. It
was inside the front door he heard another frantic cry and Mord’s bloody face
jerked toward him.

Thame was motionless those first few moments unable to face the truth

that the bloody heap in his arms was Wick. His wings were torn, his chest a
mass of blood and ravaged skin. “What…” He cleared his throat and knelt
beside them. “Can you fly?” Mord quietly nodded his head. “I’ll carry
Wick…where’s Brook?”

“Gone, they took her. The trolls grabbed her.” He looked lost and

Thame quickly gathered the fallen fairy in his arms. “Make sure Brielle is
awaiting us.” It would take longer for him to arrive home because of the extra
weight. He would gladly make that trip a hundred times, if it ensured Wick’s
survival. Mord took off into the sky, and after a quick prayer to the Goddess,
Thame joined him.

****

Brook knew Carrick had not arrived the moment she became aware.

Her eyes had yet to open, but she did not feel his touch. She didn’t feel content
or safe, and she knew her screams had gone unanswered.

The floor beneath her was hard and cold. Her body ached like it had

been kicked a hundred times. This damn headache made her want to heave
with each breath, and only fear kept her from moving. The trolls had taken her;
she took a slow breath as to not attract attention and opened her eye a slit. No
ceiling, stars, no tree branches yet there was no grass tickling her skin.

Shit, she’d have to take a chance and really look to even get a bearing.
In one quick move, she opened her eyes glanced around and shut them.

That had been the worst plan - ever. Now she knew she was not anywhere on

the surface, there was no light and the walls were rock around her. She was
somewhere unexpected and terrifying. The troll’s home or lair or wherever
they gathered, it had to be, and she was just inside a dark cave that just might
lead to hell.

“I think we should nibble on her a wee bit.” A thick, Irish accent

sounded from a nearby troll.

She swallowed hard to keep her body from shuddering.
“No, he said not to harm her.”
“It won’t kill her to have a few bite marks…”
The bastard moved closer, his voice a scant breath away from her ear.

Stay calm, Brook. She tried chanting the words. Over and over as fowl breath
whispered over the flesh of her neck. All she had to do was remain calm and
await her fairy man.

If only it was that fucking easy.

Chapter (ine

Something had gone terribly wrong. Carrick knew it the second Thame

returned with a bloody Wick sprawled in his arms.

“What happened?” he yelled the words amid the chaos.
Brielle rush past him. Her long, blonde hair trailed behind in a tangle as

she scurried for the wounded. He turned to his men. The room erupted in
shouts as Mord entered. He too was covered with blood. “What in the
Goddess’s name happened?”

“They were attacked.” Brielle’s angelic voice reached his ears. “Trolls,

no doubt. Your human is not with them…” Her voice trailed off as blood
sprouted from Wick’s chest.

Those words echoed. Brook was not with them, gone, alone with trolls

after her. “Thame with me, everyone else on full guard.” He pushed his wings
out and glanced at his warrior. “No mercy.” Not when those cowardly bastards
captured his queen. He rushed from the room, his wings fluttered madly as he
headed for the surface.

Brook’s house was a tale of blood. Streaks lined her walkway, bright

marigolds crushed, and four troll bodies lay just outside the doorway. They
would perish in a few hours. Wither away to dust and scatter in the wind.
Carrick stepped over the corpses and glanced around the lonely home.

“Brook?” He knew she wasn’t here by the lack of her vibrant presence

but had to try. “Thame do you see anything?”

The other fairy shook his head and slowly followed.
“Wait…” They both froze. “The door is open, blood trail leads here and

out…” They followed the frantic footsteps of a woman and the predators that
chased her. “She ran away…” Thame spoke in low tones, flying a few feet
before returning to the ground and sifting through the dirt.

Carrick trailed. This fairy was the best tracker in all the land. He flew

over the field, weaved between trees and realized they were heading home.
Brook had tried to find him, and he’d failed her. He fought the anger, the guilt
and focused on the tracks.

Once they found her, he would deal with his failure. His heart lurched

as they came to a hill, high with ridged edges. It was just beyond the doorway
to his kingdom. Had Brook been this close?

“She was here…” Thame tilted his head, caressed the dirt with his

fingers. “They took her…” He growled the words, shot into the air and raced
off.

Carrick was on his heels. He knew where they were heading. Toward

the trolls cave of darkness. They were scattered along the hills in any cave their
worthless backsides could cower. To get to Brook, he would cut every one of
them down. He only hoped it didn’t get his fairies killed.

****
The sun had risen a few minutes ago. It was getting much harder to

pretend ignorance. She already discovered several trolls wanted to eat her;
wasn’t that a pleasant thought? Only their leader stood between them.

Apparently, the troll king wanted her for himself. What a fucking

gentleman. She also had to pee so damn bad. She checked moments ago and it
seemed that with sunrise the trolls felt the need to sleep. Each had taken up a
space and sat with their short legs crossed. Maybe it was a form of meditation?

She had no idea, and had no inkling whatsoever to find out. Brook

peeked once more and each had closed their eyes. It was now or pee in her
pants, which would not be a pretty sight when Carrick came to her rescue. He
would come; she had complete faith in the not-so-imaginary creature that stole
her heart.

Brook rolled to her side, kept silent as she listened closely. Then she

shifted to her knees, awaited the yell of a pissed off troll but none sounded. It
took slow precise movements to stand while making no noise. She was not
trained in stealth but smiled when she took that first step. Proud of her sneaky
motions, she took another lurch toward freedom.

The plan was to follow the tracks they made back. That way she had a

good chance of blending footprints, and she would not get lost. The cluster of
troll prints should bring her right to that hill and Carrick. Several more wide
steps away, and she was out of their sight.

By the time these suckers woke up, she’d be in her fairy man’s arms.

Brook was also going to ask Wick to teach her to kick a troll’s ass. She was
damn tired of being the helpless female in need of rescue. Of course, Carrick
could save her anytime he wanted. He looked way too scrumptious wielding
that sword in a loincloth. She stumbled, cursed quietly and continued her jog
away from the enemy.

It had to be at least a mile she’d traversed, and this was completely

unfair. Seriously, the heroines in movies and books never have to stop their
grand escape to pee. She grumbled, but stayed on the path in the dense trees.

With her hands tied, it was a major issue unzipping and tugging her pants
down. It took some balancing skill to squat but she was victorious.

The trip up, however, not so well. Brook wobbled, and landed on her

knees. Her ass was in the air and her shaven nether lips on display. She scuttled
to her feet, glared around as she yanked her clothes upward. Now with her
nudity covered and her bladder relieved, she continued on her extraordinary
escape. At least she was going to tell everyone it was an astonishing getaway.

“Where do you think you’re going?”
Brook froze; she knew damn well that was not a troll’s hoarse voice.

Holding her breath, she turned, and her mouth instantly opened. When did her
escape plan include a red haired hottie randomly appearing out of the woods?

This strange man stood before her, but he sure as hell wasn’t human.

He looked like a sex god and was clearly taller than Carrick with these green
eyes that seemed to swirl. Dark red hair clung to his shoulders. The sunrays on
the locks seemed to create this glitter effect. His body was sheer muscle with a
hairless chest, wide shoulders and thick arms. Thankfully, he wore tight pants.

“You have some nasty trolls on your heels.” His voice was a sensual

concoction, a deep rumble of words.

“I noticed that. You wouldn’t happen to know the way to the fairy

kingdom, would you?”

He took a step forward, and she felt the need to move back. This man

oozed sexuality

.

“It’s okay.” He held up his hands in retreat. “King Carrick’s kingdom?”
That sounded promising, so she nodded.
“You are long gone from his lands.”
Maybe not. “Please, I have to get there.” A troll screech sounded, and

she gasped, looked frantically toward the path she had just taken.

“I do believe they’ve discovered your absence.” He held out his hand.

“Trolls are deplorable creatures. I will not leave you here for them.”

“I don’t even know your name,” she spoke, heard another screech and

placed her hand in his. “I’m Brook…”

“Valen Renalt.” He smiled and Brook’s mouth fell open. He was a sex

God on steroids. She was in so much trouble.

****
There was no escape, no mercy. Right here, right now, it was death or

torture. Carrick slashed upwards, his booted foot slammed into a troll’s
midsection. Thame was by his side, his own blade in the air. Black blood
stained the ground as the two fairy warriors tore their enemies apart. Despite
his fury, the king needed one spineless troll to live.

They tried to run, flee from the fairy king that wanted nothing more

than to crush them into the dirt. First, he wanted his queen. “Where is she?”
His words were whispered as he leaned close the troll that Thame held steady.
“I have no quandaries about using human torture techniques. Or I could simply
fly you into the clouds and let you go.” He held his sword handle tighter, using
all his strength to keep from cutting its head off. It remained silent, its eyes
wide and its lips pressed tightly shut. “Where?” He raised the sword and
spread his wings.

“I don’t know…” It sputtered, cringed. “The female was here with us

last night but she must have escaped.”

Terror ate at his heart. She escaped into the damn Irish hillside with

who knows what creatures in her path. The sword lowered, meeting the
resistance of flesh and bone. He barely made a sound as he slumped over and
joined his comrades in death. “She’s out there…” Pain, unlike anything he ever
felt, centered on his soul. “Gather the others; take flights over the forest…” His
order was obeyed instantly; Thame nodded and jut off into the sky. Carrick
could only stare out the trees, somewhere his Brook ran and he prayed to the
goddess it wasn’t straight into danger.

****
Brook stumbled along. Desperation and fear fueled her speed. She

followed this handsome stranger and passed a ton of trees. They all looked
alike, so she was lost. Over a thin stream, they continued before he released her
hand and slowed.

“We should be far enough away, so they can no longer track us by

smell.”

She felt oddly safer when his fingers twined with hers. “Where are we

going?”

“Until those things return to their hillside caves…it’s not safe for

anyone.” He knelt beside a tree and fumbled in the grass near a gathering of
flowers that gave her a mouth-watering view of his tight ass. “We’re heading
toward my home.”

In the sex Gods house with tables, couches and beds, that did not sound

like a good idea. Of course, all that meant nothing; he didn’t have any wings
like her fairy man. “Are we really that far from the fairies?”

“We are really that far from the fairy kingdom. There are a few fairies

not part of that realm.” He turned to her and produced the prettiest flower she
had ever seen. “It’s an Ainleog, my favorite.”

A beautiful light fragrance met her nose. Pink and white the petals

seemed fused together to create a shell of exquisiteness. She tried whole-

heartedly to keep from flinching or licking her lips or jumping him as he
placed it above her ear. The petals rested feather light in her blonde hair. Why
the hell did she want to lick this man? Brook frowned. She loved Carrick.
“What other fairies are out here? I thought they all lived in the kingdom.” A
good change of subject seemed like the best course of action.

“Ah, you’re new to our world.”
She nodded, casually stepped away from him. Proximity was a good

thing with this man and his damn sensuality.

“Fairies like me choose not to live in his kingdom.”
Okay, she was positive her mouth just dropped open. He was a fairy?

“…but you don’t have any wings.” She blurted, but it was the truth and if he
was a damned fairy, why didn’t he sprout wings?

His smile faltered. “No, I do not.” His eyes left hers. “Not all fairies are

born with wings.”

Why did such sadness wash over his gorgeous features? “There’s

nothing wrong with that, I mean, I don’t have any.” Wow, way to be lame,
Brook. She rolled her eyes and turned away from him.

“You don’t need them. You’re already magnificent.” He spoke the

words slowly, almost a whisper.

So, he’s stunning and romantic but he was no Carrick.
“We’re almost to my cottage.” Valen extended his hand and Brook held

her breath as skin stroked skin.

Focus, what was that saying, think about England when you’re horny.

Suddenly the words escaped her memory. She didn’t need a distraction for
long. The trees were, thankfully, not an endless maze and their looming
branches finally thinned out to reveal his home. She didn’t exactly know what
to expect from a wingless fairy but not this.

His home was on a high cliff. It was two stories of gorgeous

unrestricted views. The waves battered the rock below, the birds whistled
mercilessly. Wildflowers sporadically joined moss to create a lush, natural
yard. “It’s beautiful.” She smiled at the scene. It was gorgeous but this was not
her home with giant sunflowers and her fairy man.

“Valen is home!”
Two female voices yelled. Brook had a distinct feeling this would be a

bad revelation. The two women were, of course, tall gorgeous blondes. One
had blue eyes and the other brown. Their gaze was only for Valen. They were
thin enough for her to push over as they rushed daintily passed but she behaved
herself. Besides, they were both nearly naked, the gown material sheer and she
was not touching that. Their arms wrapped around him while their anxious lips

rubbed exposed skin on his neck and chest. Awkwardness crept up fast, and
Brook turned away. Suddenly the view was fascinating.

“Ladies, please. I want you to meet our new guest.”
She heard moans of disappointment and turned as Valen placed an arm

over each woman’s shoulder.

“This is Brook…”
The blonde with the blue eyes scrunched up her face. “What is she

doing here? Are we not pleasing you enough?” Both women looked startled by
the thought and stepped closer to their man.

Back to the scenery for her, she heard Valen murmur in their ears and

she added, “I’m just staying until I can return to the fairy kingdom safely…or
my fiancé finds me.” She said that last bit rather loudly.

“Well I don’t like her.” The brown-eyed woman spoke up.
“Enough!” Valen left their sides. “Brook is a guest, and you will each

act like civilized beings.” He placed a hand on her shoulder, which sent tingles
right between her legs. “This is Bridget…” He motioned to the blue eyed
woman.“…And Grace.” His eyes shifted to the brown eyed one. “They will
behave or return to the woods where I found them.”

“What, do you pick up strays?” Or was it the forest or those fucking

trolls. She glanced over at Valen who smiled brilliantly.

“Please…” He motioned to the front door that stood ajar.
Talk about choices. She now knew what it felt like to be stuck between

a rock and a hard place. Forest full of trolls or a charming wingless fairy? She
glanced at the forest, took a deep breath and turned toward the open door.

Chapter Ten

Carrick paced the bedchamber. They had searched for hours with

nothing accomplished. No tracks, no sign Brook was even in the area.

“Still no word, Sir.” Mord entered, his body hunched with a distinct

limp. He was lucky he did not attain the worst wounds. “Wick has still not
opened his eyes.”

With a nod he returned to the balcony. He longed to see his friend

smile, hear any sarcastic comment, and if Wick did not survive this, the trolls
would suffer a serious population drop.

A scowl formed on his lips as he looked out over his lands She was in

trouble because he loved her. The trolls would not take a fairy, the bastards
took the future queen, and he feared her current condition. He couldn’t close
his eyes, as the images of Brook bound, bleeding and helpless assaulted him.
His eyes had crept closed twice and he had woken in a cold sweat. If they hurt
her, he would not stop until he slaughtered every troll in existence.

“You should sleep. I’ll wake you if any news…” Mord hovered around

the door. When he cringed in pain he sat upon the edge of the bed and wiped
the sweat that beaded his brow.

“I cannot…” There was no way.
“I must say, sir; she’s been a liability from the beginning.”
Carrick turned with a deadly stare. “You are my king, my friend and

your kingdom needs to be repopulated. If you search for many women instead
of just one…”

“Mord!” He’d heard this argument many times before. “Please…” He

washed a hand over his face. “Not now…” Mord nodded in his direction and
stood. There was no assistance offer, and the limp seemed to be under control
as he silently left the king.

****
Brook received the grand tour of Valen’s abode. The front door opened

up to a small, cozy kitchen. There was a quick walk through to an amazing
library. Jealousy seared through her as she stared at all of the well kept books
that graced dust free shelves. Weeks of reading material, by authors she knew
and some she didn’t recognize. She longed for a cup of tea and a few
uninterrupted hours in here.

Her eyes drifted over the titles as they walked toward a set of stairs. A

steady railing was under her hand and the view of Valen’s ass was not bad

either. The bathroom was a dream discovered with an insane bathtub she
planned to waste several hours within. Thankfully, he skipped Bridget, Grace’s
and his room. She didn’t even want to speculate about that arrangement.

Her room was a gold and white masterpiece. It left her speechless the

moment she walked in, or maybe it was a shirtless Valen on her bed. Brook
frowned, why did she keep thinking that? He showed her where the clothes
were. They would no doubt be tight if she was stuck borrowing from the
blonde bitches. He did the honors and picked out something for her. She
couldn’t have cared less as long as it was clean and not sheer.

After glancing out her massive window, he left her alone to dress and

prepare for dinner. She was not too crazy about the gold sundress, she was
more boots and dress pants type of girl. A meal, however, sounded wonderful.
She was bordering on famished.

Her clothes were now rather pitiful looking and she quickly peeled

them from her skin. Remembering to be a polite guest, she carried them over to
a corner and tucked them on a chair.

The mirror caught her eye as she turned back. She stood in her panties

with wind blow hair and noticed a change in her posture. It was straighter,
stronger. Had she changed so much in such a short time?

Brook purposely slumped as she walked back to her dress. The soft

material slipped over her head, the straps settled on her shoulders and glanced
at the window. It was the fifth or sixth glance now, hoping Carrick would
appear with his charming smile and a knock. She missed him so much, his
touch, his smile, God, did she miss his voice.

“Are you ready, yet?”
Brook couldn’t quite place which evil woman it was. “All right,” she

murmured and opened the door to an aggravated Bridget. Her blue eyes bore
holes into the pretty dress she wore. No more words were exchanged. That was
just fine with her; useless rhetoric could be saved for, well, never. She would
be out of here soon.

They both walked silently down the hall lined with tapestries. There

was a quick mental note to enjoy each one later. She shuffled down the steps in
flat shoes that matched the dress, through the library, and longed for nice glass
of wine. Then Brook went into the kitchen.

She stopped in the doorway and Valen had this strange, predatory gaze

that sent shivers up her spine. Again he was shirtless, which of course made
her mouth salivate, but that was easily blamed on the food. He wore tight blue
jeans, and dear lord, when he turned around she used sheer determination to

tear her eyes from his tight ass and focused solely on the chair before the table.
Brook attempted to look at the chair, and keep her gaze on the food.

Brook would keep her thoughts on hunger, not of the sexual nature.

Instantly, the art of swallowing Valen’s cock down her throat popped into
existence. She groaned, what a treacherous mind.

“Would you like wine?” his smooth voice rang out.
Yeah, being drunk and horny was always a great combination. “No

thank you, water will be fine.” Brook smiled, and scooted over as Bridget
settled beside her. Grace grabbed several bowls of food and proceeded to
occupy the other side. Valen settled across the table. She took a moment to
glance around as the girls decided to dive into their food.

It really was cozy. A big window portrayed the surrounding woods in a

gorgeous light that almost seemed to make the trees glow. Plaques with Irish
blessings were scattered on crème colored walls. She read one on a safe
journey and several with blessings from God. Did that mean Valen believed in
the human God and not the Goddess Carrick was always mentioning?

The utilities were stuffed into a small section, which left the rest of the

room with an open feeling. Her stomach protested, food was right there and
she had yet to touch it. Brook grabbed a thick biscuit, and ladled some stew
into her bowl. When her teeth sunk into that soft bread, she bit back a moan

The flavors mingled on her tongue and she wanted to shove the whole

thing into her mouth. She glanced around and took a bigger bite. The spoonful
of stew was even better. The broth was rich and the potatoes soft. “This is
amazing…” she said between mouthfuls.

Grace looked up and scrunched her face in suspicion, her mouth

crooked unattractively. “…thank you.”

There was no way her stomach would complain now. She ate until her

insides hurt and then managed to stuff one more perfect biscuit into her mouth.
She

chewed with a sigh, watching the women stand and begin cleaning. Did

she want to help? Well, she should help since they cooked, but Valen was by
her side.

“Walk with me…”
There was no time to nod or decline, his hand gently ushered her up

and out the front door.

She wobbled along, being so full and satisfied. “I know this is going to

seem ungrateful, but is there any way you can contact the fairy kingdom?”

Valen kept strolling around the house. “They are far away…but...when

the sun rises tomorrow I will scout the area, and if it is free of trolls, I will lead
you to the kingdom.”

Hope bloomed. “Thank you!” Before Brook could stop herself, her

arms were around his waist and her ear pressed against his chest. She felt his
arms wrap around her and a tingle once again began between her legs. She
stepped back and smiled. “Thank you so much.”

He nodded, smiled in return and continued walking. The man was

fucking built. She had not realized how solid his structure was He could easily
lift her up and kiss her anywhere he damned well pleased. She followed,
continued to smile despite the lust. Brook was proud of herself for not reaching
down and grabbing his ass.

“This is my favorite place in the world.” He motioned with his hand.
Brook could see why. They were near the edge of the cliff, she smelt

the sea air, and the view was spectacular. Islands were off in the distance.
Birds called from all directions as the sea pounded the rocks below. It was
magical; no wonder a fairy discovered this beauty.

“I decided long ago, to build my home here where I could see this view

every morning. And sunset? Brook you must see the sun setting with me. It is
most colorful.”

What harm could a sunset be? Then she looked over at his profile. His

full lips, strong jaw and stunning green eyes were detrimental to her control.
“After we find Carrick, I will return and watch it with you again.” He was
silent after that comment. She felt a little guilty bringing her fairy man up like
that, but Valen had to understand he had no potential of becoming her lover.
She loved Carrick and despite her rampant thoughts, she was determined not to
get involved with anyone else. He sat down, right in the patch of grass,
stretched his legs and patted the spot beside him.

Bad idea Brook, she scolded herself even as her feet moved, she

smothered the dress beneath her legs and settled beside him. If she could just
get over her lust, he might become a prized friend or that could be wishful
thinking. Lord knew, in this new world she needed as many contacts as she
could acquire.

The wind blew gently and together they watched the birds swoop down

to feast on fish. Colors flooded the horizon, blue conquered bright yellow and
the clouds seemed to accumulate an eerie glow. The sun set in this truly
magnificent world.

****
Brielle could no longer sustain her balance. She held onto the bed and

pulled further away from Wick. His life force was increasing, his heart beat
stronger but his wounds were still grave. Tonight however, she could not go on.
Her body was beyond exhausted. It took all her remaining strength to shift to a

chair that adorned the corner of the room. Her body slumped, and she barely
noticed the door opening.

The trolls could attack, and she would not be able to lift a finger.

Thankfully, no enemies drifted toward their helpless state. The intruder was a
dark shadow she had come to know long ago. “Whisper…” His name barely
formed. There was a slight nod and a flash of blue hair. “Just going to rest
for…a…while.” Her voice was breathy and her lids drooped. “Stand guard,
please…”

She was defenseless, but more importantly Wick would be vulnerable.

Her sight darkened, and she heard the faintest word before sleep claimed her.

“Always…”
****
Night approached, Carrick glared out over the grassy hills with a scowl.

He stood beneath their willow tree, leaned against the dark bark with rage in
his blood.

“Sir…” Thame finally approached, his body sagged, no doubt from

fatigue. The king would not let anyone rest until the queen returned. “I’ve
found a troll hill…”

He nodded. “It may not be the one we’re looking for, but they will give

us information…or we kill them all.” His words were calm, his eyes betrayed
his tone, and they were wide and fierce. He stood his full height as Thame
touched down. “Prepare the men. We go into battle.” His fellow fairy flew off,
slipped through the barrier and down into his kingdom.

Carrick waited, patiently considering his mood, but he would not drive

his men to their death. That was not his goal. His plan was to attack and
retrieve. At the very least, receive answers.

Within a few minutes, they began to fly up and land before him. His

remaining fairies, his best warriors no longer wore their traditional loincloth
but chainmail over chests and thick pants that would protect them from any
blow. All were ready to put their lives on the line but Wick, who was still
recovering. Five men and one woman were in armor.

“They have our queen!” he shouted and each raised their sword. “We

will get her back and kill any thing that gets in our way.” Shouts erupted and
one by one, they fell to their knees in obedience. “You are my prized warriors,
but you’re also my friend. Fight well, protect each other’s backs.” Carrick
jerked his wings open, lifted his chin and surged into the sky.

There was a low growl from Whisper and every fairy followed the king

into the night sky.

Chapter Eleven

The warriors cut through the darkness like angry angels. High leaves

danced as they advanced and shivered after they passed. The moon lit the way
as they approached the hill with a stealth silence. Each took their place,
strategically ready to annihilate the enemy’s home.

Bray and Flance always fought together, their love was stronger than

any foe. They waited beside the entrance should a stray troll flee. Mord stood
above the mound, a look out should their brethren try to save them. Keyn stood
to his left, Thame to his right. Whisper was in the shadows; even Carrick knew
not where the fierce warrior laid in wait. Wings were tucked in should the
bastards aim for them. Their blades glinted and soon enough he knew it would
tint black from their blood. The critters that normally conversed in the
nighttime were silent. A warning to all those entering the area that hell was
about to break loose.

Carrick’s war cry was an echoing growl of wrath, each fairy followed

suit except for Whisper who remained soundless. Feet pranced, screeches
sounded and the battle began.

Trolls that charged from the cave were ripped apart by Whisper’s

blade; he was a swarm of color and black wings. The troll fell headless to the
ground and the fairy returned to the shadows. Two more approached, their big
hands held swords with little luck of victory. “Give us the fairy queen…”

The moment they ran at his warriors, they consented to their own death.

Thame and Keyn used their wings to flip. Landed behind the trolls, their
swords carved a path through internal organs to burst out the other side. They
spun as more approached and as Carrick removed his gold sword, fury took
over his mindset. He could think of nothing but saving Brook. A dozen pairs of
feet stomped from the cave, and he’d barely killed one before Whisper
returned. He leapt from his shadows and sliced three across the throat. At that
moment, a king could not be prouder.

Black blood stained the entrance to the troll cave, body parts lay strewn

about, and Carrick finally entered the hovel. It smelt like a rotting fruit field;
no wonder they wanted his lands. Sword at the ready, Thame led the way.
They could hear the stampede, two dozen trolls running for their lives toward
another exit. They wouldn’t make it. Carrick knew that as he broke out in a run.

Slicing thick skin with the tip of his sword, the slowest were killed by

his hand. The other already dead or dying in the secondary entrance, and he

caught Whisper’s gaze. There was something wild in his eyes but Carrick had
no time to examine his quiet warrior. “I want one alive, search the tunnels,” he
ordered. Keyn and Thame broke away down tunnels. Flance and Bray quickly
rushed another set. He would have his answers or he would find another troll
hill and conquer them for answers.

There was always a coward in the bunch and it wasn’t long before

Thame brought the survivor right to his feet. It shivered, eyes hidden behind
blood-covered arms.

“Why did you kill us?” it asked quietly.
“Your king has no problem attacking us, killing us and this time he

took my queen!” His arm shot out, and flung the troll to his back. “Where is
she?”

“I don’t know where your queen is…but if I ever see her I’m going to

eat her face off…you not think she so pretty then. You won’t kill us if you love
her no more.” …” It slinked into a ball, tried to protect its worthless hide while
baring its teeth in aggression.

“You go back to your king and tell him to give me her back alive. For

every day he does not produce her, I will destroy another hill.” He kicked the
troll in the back, heard a screech and then a bloody scream. Whisper had found
another. “You had better run before he finds you and rips you in half.” The
troll squeaked, nodded and took off fast down a tunnel. Its back hunched,
blood trailed behind it.

“Sir, there’s no sign of her…” Thame informed him, his voice a deep

rumble.

“They have till next sunset.”
The fairies exited the cave, shooting off into the sky to return to their

lonely kingdom. Carrick searched every inch of forest as he flew, just in case
he caught a glimpse of his Brook.

****
When nightfall approached, Valen led her back to the quiet house. He

murmured goodnight, and she hurriedly climbed the steps to her room. She
hadn’t bothered to change. Brook simply sat at her window, the one that
looked upon the forest. She watched the shadows conquer; the noisy night
animals began to roam. Somewhere behind those trees, trolls resided. Beyond
them, her Carrick lived and she prayed he was close to finding her. She
snuggled in the big chair, pulled the comforter over her body and fell asleep.

The dream had an eerie glow about it. She stood with Carrick, holding

his hand and staring out the window of Valen’s house. There was not a roof

above them. Shouldn’t she understand why? The Dream Brook stood and
swirled. She danced as she removed her clothes.

However, when she turned around Carrick and Valen were at the edge

of the cliff. Each lost their balance at the same time. Panic made her run
toward them, each hand reaching out to save them. The thought of losing either
one was heart breaking. Both men clasped a hand. Her eyes widened, she
tugged hard but they weighed a damn ton. Brook could not save them both.
The solution was obvious now only one could be rescued. She had to choose.
Who would it be?

Brook refused to open her eyes even though she was awake. The dream

was out of reach, but she never got her answer. Who exactly did her
subconscious pick? Why was Valen suddenly in the running for her heart?
Brook opened her eyes huddled in a chair and sighed. Were everyone’s dreams
so cryptic?

Sunrise brought low, dark clouds. They floated across the sky as if

someone had painted them. It was pretty, the contrast between the suns rays
urging to break through and the dark forest hording its shadows. What she
needed was a hot cup of tea and a good book to waste the hours away.

She was about to close her eyes to try to catch the ending of that frantic

dream when movement caught her eye. To the left, just inside the trees
something disturbed the serene silence. She leaned forward, watched closely
and saw Valen running toward the house.

“Trolls…” She jumped upward, hair mangled; clothes messed from the

previous day and charged down the steps. What if they followed him here?
What if she caused the destruction of his beloved home? She stumbled. Her
heels landed hard on the floor, but she sprang forward. Her hand tugged wildly
on the doorknob just as Valen shot toward her. “Is it trolls?”

“Get in the house!” He pushed her back, behind the door and stood in

the frame. “The trolls didn’t see me but those fucking fireflies did.” He
slammed the door shut but two managed to enter. “Damn it…” He swatted and
cursed at them.

“They’re not going to hurt you…unless they’re some sort of mythical

Irish creature too.”

He snorted. “No, they’re just attracted to fairies and give away any

good positions.”

She couldn’t stop the giggle as he kept jerking his head back and forth.

He was wrestling the air, and it was a hysterical sight. The little creatures
glowed and out maneuvered the swats aimed their way. His eyes shifted to her
lips, to her laughter and she quickly covered it with her hand. “Sorry…you’re

just… bad ass man swatting at fireflies…” More laughter and she pressed her
lips tightly together to stifle it.

“Think that’s funny, huh?” He moved toward her and the fireflies

moved with him.

They began to circle her, little glowing bodies bounced off her check

and back. Barely felt as Valen stepped even closer. Brook froze; she could feel
his breath on her forehead and looked up into his beautiful eyes. She wanted to
kiss him, she intended to press her lips to his and open her body to his touch.
Thank God, that firefly bounced off her nose and broke the lusty spell. She
pushed away, wrinkled her nose and checked the window. “So, there were
trolls?” That meant she was not going home today.

“Yes…” He took a deep breath and turned toward her. “More than I’d

be able to handle. I’m sorry, Brook. If you’d like, I’ll try again in a few days.”

“Of course. I will return home, Valen.” The fireflies left the grumpy

fairy and hovered around her. She smiled at the little devils; they were too cute
to harm.

He nodded. “Just know you always have a home here.” He gently

clasped her hand. “We’re friends now and…I think I may run to you whenever
fireflies bother me…” A grin etched onto his handsome face.

Indeed, they had settled upon her shoulders. Their glowing forms

waited patiently for something. She opened the door, and they swooped right
out. “Deal.” She grinned. Her eyes lingered on the forest, hoping against all
odds her fairy man would appear. He didn’t, the woods remained empty and
Brook closed the door with a sigh.

The day continued to be gloomy, and she spent the majority of her time

in the library. She found several books to read, created a stack on the window
seat and quickly joined them. The seat was big enough for three people so
there was plenty of room to relax.

She had no idea where the evil women, as she liked to think of them, or

Valen had wondered off. That was fine by her, the less time with the man the
better. She heard the distinct rattle of ceramic and turned to see him padding
toward her on bare feet. He looked damn good with his muscles tenses as he
carried the tray.

“I was hungry but didn’t want to eat alone,” he murmured, settled the

tray between them and sat opposite her.

She could use a good snack now that he mentioned it. There were two

cups of tea with milk, a little spoon, container of sugar and cute little cookie
things that smelt sweet.

“Thank you…” She popped one of those chocolate covered squares in

her mouth and had to close her eyes. There was the distinct flavor of coconut
and vanilla with a nice chewy center. It was luscious. She swallowed the
contraption with a moan and opened her eyes to Valen’s stare. “It’s really
yummy…”

****
“Anything that has you moaning, I have to try…” He grinned wickedly

as he ate a piece. His nod followed a series of slow chews. “Oh yes, that is
good.” She smiled at him, and he couldn’t seem to look away. Her lips parted
and the tea entered her mouth smoothly. He watched her delicately replace the
cup and grab another cookie. “Do you read a lot?” He needed to change the
subject or he would lean over and kiss her.

“As I kid I used to. I never have time now days.” She glanced at the

book in her lap and grinned. “What about you?”

The red sundress he left for her was distracting as hell, he could barely

remember speaking, let alone answering her questions while her cleavage
tempted. “Yes, a good story always captures my attention.”

“What’s your favorite?”
His favorite thing at the moment was how her dress was riding up her

thighs and her tanned skin made his cock stiff. “I can never pick just one.” He
couldn’t think of the title to a single novel. She looked better than anybody he
had ever known in a sundress. A breeze created a sexy chaos to her hair and
she glanced out, inhaling slowly and watched the light sprinkle of rain. “Have
you ever seen the Irish cliffs in the rain?”

She straightened and shook her head.
“Want to?”
With a nod, she stood and he held out his hand as he always did. She

seemed less reluctant to place her palm against his. Their fingers twined and he
led her out the door with a concealed smiled. Carrick would not win this battle.
Valen wanted to keep her for himself. She was too special to let the king of a
dying race mate with her.

****
The rain cooled Brook’s hot skin as they ran out the door and right for

the cliffs. The wind began to blow faster; the water fell a little harder. She
didn’t notice as she glanced out. It was perfection; the rain trickled into the sea,
the sound was magnificent. Birds fled for cover and here they were holding
hands.

His palm was warm against her skin, her body tingly, and she shifted

her sight toward him. It was a little glimpse, that’s all. He stood beside her

with his chin high, stance wide and eyes on her. She froze as he reached out
and cupped her jaw.

Brook couldn’t possible continue this path. She loved someone else,

didn’t she? Thunder crackled above them and they both flinched out of the
lusty trance. He took off with her in tow toward the house. Beneath the
balcony, she found herself soaked and giggling.

The last time she played in the rain she was a kid, and it had been an

absolute blast then. Valen clasped her jaw and she faced him with wide eyes.
He shifted closer. Lightning burst through the heavens and thunder drifted
passed. Brook kept her eyes open as his lips parted and pressed against hers.

It was a kiss unlike any other. Her skin tingled, her body shivered and

pleasure swarmed her senses. Just from that little kiss and there wasn’t even
any tongue involved. Then his lips parted and that tongue swept her far from
this rainy cliff side. Brook closed her eyes and simply felt the sensations of
kissing this wingless fairy.

He was tender but underneath his gentleness held a wildness she could

not explain. The kiss turned raw, passionate. Their mouths battled, not for
control, but in lust. His hands were on her hips, pressed her closer as their
breaths mingled.

His breath swarmed her flesh, her nipples hardened, her core wept and

she leaned into his body. Her back hit something, not hard, but enough to jar
her and she opened her lids.

These were not Carrick’s big blue eyes but green. It was not Carrick’s

silky, black hair her fingers gripped but dense, red locks. This was not her fairy
man. Brook pulled away, pressed her palms against his chest as he stared at her,
both of them sucked in oxygen loud enough to drown out the rain.

“I’m not sorry, Brook,” he spoke quietly, stepped from her and into the

pouring rain.

She watched him go, walk toward the edge of the cliff and follow the

dangerous path away. Even after her breath returned and her heart stopped
pounding in her chest, Brook stood there. She waited until his figure fully
blurred by the storm and then she sat in a big ass puddle, heedless of the
wetness creeping through her clothes.

What had happened to her quite little life? Thunder rippled around her.

What would her fairy man say if he had seen? How could she let that happen?
Did this mean she no longer loved him? Or was this a slip, a simple
unimportant mistake that lovers make? Unfortunately, no one yelled down
answers to appease her tortured thoughts.

****
Valen felt drained of energy, void of hope and lost to everything around

him. He waited until he was far from her site to sit on the edge of the cliff and
dangle his legs over the crushing waves. She had pushed him away. That had
never happened before, in all his life.

Women, of any species could never resist him, but Brook did. The

woman that made his heart skip a beat and his cock stay hard for hours had
rejected him. This was more than a blow to his ego; it was a stab to his heart.

He waited a while, until the rain drenched his body and then left the

area. The clouds remained and he stood with an exhausted heave. He had two
women to mollify his every need but it was not enough to fill the soul.

Fireflies swarmed him. He simply let them and walked away, even

though they buzzed around his head and shoulders. Valen just didn’t have the
urge to kill them anymore, not since the last encounter with Brook. They had
made her laugh and that memory was a light in his dark thoughts.

The house was silent as he stumbled through the front door. His skin

shivered mercilessly. The lack of attire sometimes had a bad side. Despite the
chill that plagued him, his cock was still pressed tightly against his pants. Well,
at least it would give him a few moments to forget about things. He bumbled
through the library, flung up a hand as his women rushed to his side.

He did not want their willingness right now. All he wanted was silence.

They mumbled protests as he shuffled up the steps and into his bedchamber.
The vibrant greens didn’t distract him, or cause inspirations as they normally
did. He shoved his pants down his legs and they landed with a wet plop.

“Valen, listen, I’m very grateful for your hospitality but I’m new to this

place and a little confused…” She walked in the door he’d forgotten to close
and stopped mid stride. Her mouth shot open and her eyes went wide. That
expression could be one hell of an ego boost. She spun on her bare feet, her
fine backside facing him. “I didn’t know. You left the door open!” she shouted,
threw her hands up and walked away.

Chapter Twelve

It took all her mental strength to force her legs to move away from the

gorgeous man that stood there in nothing. Dear Lord, his cock was beyond
glorious. He was thick and hard and she was not supposed to be thinking about
this. She ran to her room, managed to place her hand on the doorknob when
Valen pushed her against it.

Her breasts pressed against the wood grain and his bare body shifted

behind her. The heat washed through her chilled flesh like lava. “You left your
door open,” she hissed and his hands gripped her hips. His erection pressed
against her back, his lips spread kisses across her neck, and she had no idea
how she would resist someone so tempting.

Her legs opened of their own will, her eyes closed as those nimble

fingers lowered. They spread warmth down her thigh, even as he lifted the
sundress and touched her still wet panties. A single finger slipped past the
material rim and she held her breath without thought. His finger touched her
wet core, entered in a rough thrust that sent a groan past her lips. She wanted
this fairy so badly, her body screamed for his touch, his mouth, his cock and
she wanted it in that order.

“Valen!” A female voice shrieked.
He finger slipped free, his erection no longer dared her senses and she

opened her eyes to a crazed she-beast charging her. Instantly, lust vaporized
and survival kicked in. She shifted, spun into Valen’s arms as the bitch landed
head first on the floor. “Grace!”

“You whore. I’ll kill you!”
She was ready to do some ass kicking or at least the girly hair pulling

fight, but he pushed her behind him. “What are you doing?” His voice roared
as he shoved her backward, right onto her ass.

“I will not let that bitch take you from me.” Her voice was dark and

low, her blue eyes never left Valen.

“I am not yours, woman! You will not make threats in my home again.

Do you understand me?” Every word was an angry step toward Grace. By the
time he asked the question, he’d grabbed Grace by her dumb blonde hair. “Do
you understand me? I will touch who I please.”

The blonde nodded reluctantly.
“Get out of my sight.” No sooner had he finished the sentence, she ran

back through the hall and disappeared down the steps.

Brook was already in the bedroom door, and closing it with a thud. She

listened closely, heard Valen sigh and footsteps led off into his room. After
taking a deep breath and flopped onto the bed. Why did everything have to be
so complicated, and where the hell was Carrick?

****
It was another night on the hunt. He remained outside the quite troll hill.

Whisper had long since entered in the cover of darkness. There was no need to
place anyone in danger, he was skilled enough to kill those who knew nothing
and detain those who might.

The only problem was, Whisper had issues with trolls, and he would

kill everyone without thought to the plan or saving his queen. That’s why
Thame accompanied him. Together his two fairy warriors disappeared inside
the lair while the rest of the fairies stood guard. There was nothing out here but
stars. Flance was keeping an eye by sky.

His patience was seriously wearing thin. Every troll seemed to know

about the kidnap attempt but none about the actually process. Most didn’t even
know what Brook looked like or where they would keep such a treasure. His
treasure, Carrick glanced up at the full moon that glared down on their
midnight chase and begged the Goddess to watch over their queen until she
was once again in his arms. Thame kicked two trolls into the cool air, and he
turned to greet the enemy. “Do you know why we’re here?”

“Course we do…” one hissed. “Troll king say you think we stole your

woman. We didn’t. Let us go.”

Carrick took one swing and the troll’s mouth fell open. There was a

liquid gasp before it fell to the ground, his knife still in its throat. “Do you care
to tell me the truth?” He faced the other captive. It simply shook his head and
lowered his body. “Tell your king, another hill is mine. He will return my
queen untouched.” He kicked the silent bastard in the gut. Watched it roll and
hobble into the surrounding woods.

“There’s no sign of her…” Thame murmured.
“There never is.” He turned back to the moon. “Where in the Goddess’

name is Brook?”

****
After yesterday’s embrace with Valen, she decided to sleep in a really

long shirt and some demure gold panties. There was a whole wardrobe in the
big closet near the balcony doors. It made life that much easier, even
considering everything that had happened.

She was a cheater. Her heart fluttered at the thought. She had to tell

him when they awoke that this was it. Either he would bring her through the

forest or she would leave on her own and attempt to find home. She could not
stay here and drift further from Carrick.

She also couldn’t lie in this damned lonely bed any longer. Brook sat

up just as a knife swung. The mattress behind her let out a telltale rip.
Someone was trying to kill her! She screamed, yes, it was girly, and hell yeah,
she was scared.

This figure shifted, the glint of the blade aimed at her once again.

Brook automatically lifted her foot and kicked, it seemed like the best option
for the situation. The blade went flying and landed with a thud but the
shadowed figure leapt and jumped on top of her. Pain spread across her back as
fists battered. She bucked. The attacker fell over and she grabbed a slim neck.

Instantly, she knew it was Grace. Blonde hair tangled around her

fingers, but she kept squeezing. The bitch was trying to kill her. A fist landed
against her unprotected side, and she hunched only to have two small feet slam
into her ribcage. It hurt so fucking bad she fell back. Banging, pounding,
yelling, she had no time to deal with the noises that surrounded them. Two
more sets of hands grabbed her hair from behind, and she knew the other
blonde was in on this jump.

Brook fought like a street girl, though she had no experience anywhere

near the street. She kicked, swung her arms, pulled hair and even bit an arm.
There was no going down, not like this by two jealous whores.

Bridget jumped onto her back and she landed hard. The breath rushed

out of her lungs as her cheeks slammed into the hardwood floor. Pain exploded,
fists berated her back and someone grabbed her hair only to shove her head
into the floor once more. She growled. These two skinny blondes were kicking
her ass.

“No fucking way…” Her elbow swung back, connected. She rolled,

grabbed a good handful of silky locks and yanked with all her strength. A
scream resonated, and it sounded oh so sweet. She kicked upward, heard a gut
wrenching cry and tossed the dumb bitch toward the balcony doors.

The knife was suddenly at her throat. The sharp blade stung against her

tender flesh. Her hands wrestled with Grace’s, their bodies locked in an
intimate, supine embrace. She was not going to die like this. The blade slipped
lower, closer to the delicate flesh of her neck.

Valen yanked Grace off her. Flinging her like a rag doll into the wall,

she lay slumped on the floor as he dropped to his knees. “My God…Brook, are
you okay?” He gently touched her neck.

This was not her best day ever, but her neck wasn’t bleeding, so she’d

count it as a win. She just laid there, her back screamed in protest of every

movement and her right cheek throbbed incessantly. At least that meant they
missed her eye.

Valen stood. “Grace, Bridget…I see now I have kept you here too

long.” Both battered women stood on shaky feet. “You are banished from my
home and from my life. If you ever touch Brook again…I will kill you.” His
voice was low and his fury evident in his tone.

“Valen, please…” Bridget began to cry, her tone unsteady.
“Valen, we love you. She’s an intruder. You can’t trust her. Please

don’t send us away!” More tears fell, but Brook was happy to see her tears
slide down a bruised face. At least she got some damn good punches in.

“Get the fuck out!” he roared and Brook flinched on the floor. Two

small figures dressed in black hobbled out of the room, long blonde hair
trailing behind them. “I am so sorry, Brook…”

He lifted her and she let out a deep, painful groan. Her back was on fire.

It felt like lightning had struck her spine repeatedly. For two little bitches, they
packed some serious punches. She was so stiff, the simple act of being placed
on the bed made her cry out. “I need a bottle of vodka…” she muttered and
stared down as Valen’s hand clasped hers.

“I’ll get you some healing root tea; you’ll be back to kicking ass in no

time.”

The words made her grin, which hurt way too much to continue.

“That’s me…bad ass Brook.” Valen laughed. It was the perfect sound to close
her eyes to, sweet, deep and sinful.

“Rest….”
His lips pressed against her palm and then she did as he said. She didn’t

fall asleep, just rested her eyes as he left the room.

She listened closely should the evil twins return for round two. She

was not quite up to par at the moment. The heavy breathing from the fight
made her lungs burn in protest. Her cheek, shit, there had to be some serious
bruising, it felt like her skin had swelled to a golf ball. Well this was, hands
down, the worst way to wake up.

****
“You can’t throw us out…” Valen listened as he pressed Grace and

Bridget away from the woman that managed to conquer his heart. He’d kept
them here too long. They had become too dependent on his love and he had
none to give. The concept of true love did not exist until Brook.

“You decided your own fate the moment you threatened my woman

with a knife.” It felt good calling her that, even better when he opened the door
and pushed the two murderous women out.

They stumbled, clung to his body as if he was shoving them off a cliff.

“I don’t want you back here.” He shut the door. They banged and cried,
pleaded for a second chance. He had no pity to dole out. Right now, he had to
focus on winning Brook, because the king was no fool.

Eventually, he would find his fairy queen and Valen wanted her in his

arms when Carrick tried to claim her. He set the cool kettle on the stove and
grabbed his tea. The bag contained Angelica, Yarrow, lemon and some honey.
He simple dropped all of them in the warm water and let them simmer. This
would heal her physical wounds and hopefully, he could heal everything else,
including the ache in their bodies.

****

Here she was again, left with her thoughts and they were not kind.

Brook tried to shift and decided against it. The ache dulled but she in no way
wanted to start up the throb again. She heard Valen’s soft footsteps, and the
door closed.

She inwardly groaned, the comforter was around her waist but she

really wanted pants on during their next encounter. Of course, she couldn’t
bend over and shove them on then jump back into bed. Apparently, that was
too much to ask for. His hand touched hers, and she opened her eyes to his
handsome face.

“Tilt your head…”
She did.
“Open your lips…”
Another nod and she squeezed her thighs together. The cold rim of the

porcelain mug touched her mouth.

“Swallow…”
Okay, was she just being perverted? Why did this sound like the end of

a skillful blowjob?

“It doesn’t taste that bad, I swear…”
A giggle threatened her dignity; she didn’t want to spill tea all over her

hard nipples, because he would clean it up. That was beyond her ability to
resist, but she managed to swallow some of the warm liquid.

“I added some honey so it would taste sweeter…”

Composure cracked, she snorted, hid her smile behind the mug.

“Sorry…” she said as he pulled the cup from her reach.

“What’s so funny?”
He had a completely perplexed expression that drew her eyes to his.

She was ready to shift so she could focus on the pain when he lowered; his
mouth inches from her, his breath teasing her flesh.

“I’m very glad you find humor…even now.”
“It’s either laugh or find a crow bar to beat the shit out of them with.”

She couldn’t control the breathiness in her voice as he leaned closer.

“…or I could kiss you…”
Protest, she yelled at herself, but then his lips swept all thought away.

Valen’s mouth brought a passion that overcame even the pain in her back. His
tongue swiped across her lips, entered her mouth to duel, and she surrendered
without a fight. His hands were beside her head, his body so close heat radiated,
but he didn’t touch her.

She ached for him, her mind sought pleasure to forget about the day’s

events. She moaned between kisses. He pushed her head to the side and those
lips went wild on her neck. Sucking and licking until she was ready to beg.
Then her lips parted and she wanted to scream his name. His name, not Carrick,
but Valen.

Instantly, she tensed up and pushed on his chest. He moved away

willingly, his lips plump as he stared at her with predator eyes.

“Make sure you finish all your tea…” he was still close enough to kiss

away her protests.

“I will,” she whispered. Her eyes were drawn to his lips, and he smiled

at her before he leaned back. He didn’t say another word as he walked to the
door and shut it quietly behind him. Brook took a huge breath and drank the
damn tea.

Chapter Thirteen

There is no point in life. Without Valen, Grace knew there was not a

single reason to live. She wouldn’t be able to sleep or eat or love another now
that she has been with her true love. The wind took her hair, tangled the locks
that he once loved. She glanced over at Bridget, her hair just as wild, her feet
hanging off the cliff. Her friend was silent the whole walk to the deserted
stretch. “What will we do?” What was the point of doing anything? They were
so alone.

“What will you do?” Bridget asked, and then pushed off the rocks.
She flew, truly embraced the sky as her body silently tumbled and she

joined the mighty, churning sea. Grace could not yank her eyes away. Bridget
had no wings, yet leapt toward heaven and maybe behind the pearly gates was
a Valen that needed love.

“Grace!”
She turned at Valen’s voice. Hope surged within every cell. He was

running toward her, his hands outstretched and then he slowed, edged
cautiously toward her with wide eyes. Had he returned to love her once more?

“Don’t jump! Dear God, don’t jump!”
“You came for me? I knew it was a ruse. I knew you loved me.” She

took a step toward him.

****
“Grace, I have toxins in my skin. That’s why you are so addicted me,”

he spoke, his palms up in surrender, words chosen carefully.

“Toxins?”
“Yes, please Grace, that’s why you feel so desperate…It’ll pass. You

can still live a good life. This is my fault. I kept you too long. I didn’t want to
be alone anymore.” He had been so lonely for so long and when they showed
up. He wanted to forget that for a while but a while turned into years and that
apparently had a fatal effect. “Your village is only a day’s walk. Please…do
not end your life.”

“Do you love me?” She stepped back, the sea rumbled below.
“Yes,” he lied, if only he could get close enough to grab her. Did she

see it in his eyes? Could she tell the words were lies? It hadn’t always been
there, this lack of affection toward her. The moment he laid his eyes on Brook
his heart faltered and he knew he could be with no other. She must have seen
something because tears slowly slid down her pale cheeks.” “You may not

want my heart Valen but it will always be yours,” she spoke quietly, and his
eyes widened.

“Please…please Grace…”
She closed her eyes and simply fell backwards. The wind blended with

his cries, the rocks scrapped her bare feet and the water still called a friendly
greeting.

Valen knelt at the edge of the cliff as she met the sea with open arms.

His wet eyes could not blur the view as he witnessed her death.
“Goddess…take Grace and Bridget under your wings. Though I am not worthy
of your love, I pray you take these two into your beautiful kingdom. Protect
them as I could not…”

He glanced out at sea and a flock of seagulls cried out. This is why he

could not trust himself with a lover. This is why it had to be Brook. She was
different, the one he was meant to love, and the women he would find true
happiness with.

****
Another sunset, yet he still stood alone, his anger only determined by

the troll’s lack of knowledge. This hill had not been as easy to breach as the
others had. Under the moonlight was a great battled that was short-lived. A few
armed trolls stood no chance at victory against pissed off fairies. The gorgeous
forest floor lay littered with corpses. Normally fresh air smelt of death and
decay.

Still after all the blood spilt, there was no news, no clues as to where

his future queen might reside. Hope waned; it drifted from his heart and
replaced with sorrow. She could not be dead. His heart would have shattered,
but she was apparently unreachable.

“Sir!”
His head shot up at the urgency in Thame’s tone. He flew to him and

the troll that knelt by his side. “There will be no more mercy on a troll’s life. If
you know where my queen is then speak or die.”

It looked up with a shiver. “There was a wingless that came through

here a while ago.”

****
Wick wanted to scream in agony, but his training kept him silent.

Brielle healed him much faster than anticipated, but only time would truly
mend his injuries. The mind was another story and filled with panic inducing
memories. Just the thought of trolls caused a cold sweat to break out on his
skin.

He’d never understood Whisper’s intense hatred for the things, but a

fairies perspective changed when they tried to rip off his wings. Thankfully,
Mord was still alive and protected his unconscious body. His wings were
tattered but remained, and he could not be more grateful. When a fairy loses
their wings from force, it’s said to cause a catastrophic breakdown. That’s the
reason they all left Whisper to do his thing in the shadows. Rumors had spread
that his wings had once been hacked off and that was why he was a crazy, lone
warrior.

For him, life would go on. Wounds would eventually heal, and his

mind would mend. Wick’s erection was a completely different story and that
plummeted his heart even further in the dumps. With his disability, he would
not be first to go to the surface and search for a woman. In fact, he’d probably
be last which meant more loneliness to accompany his hard on. The worse
part? It was too painful to work one out himself. A gratifying orgasm lay out of
reach.

He sighed, shifted to his back rested more toward the right of the bed

and closed his eyes to the bright world. It was either sleep or let his thoughts
consume him whole. They would, too, at the rate he was thinking. No pun
intended, but he wanted that fairytale romance, that perfect woman that
definitely did not exist. Therefore, dreaming of a horde of naked, wanton
women seemed like the best course of action.

****
Carrick tilted his head. Not many wingless ones were left in the world.

They were too dangerous to human and fairy kind. “They live alone, Troll,
why would it dwell here?”

“No, it watched us, hunted us, but it smelt like your human, your

queen.”

Carrick wanted to fall on his own blade. If a Gancanagh had her, Brook

would not be the same woman he loved. “Let him leave…and Troll, for your
safety I would not go into the forest.” Whisper hunted in the shadows, and this
one did not stand even a small chance at survival. He had to return to Wick and
find out where the nearest wingless lived. He spread his wings, waited for his
fairies to do the same, and they greeted the dark sky. This could very well be
his last chance to save his true love.

****
Wick was in his chamber, silent, still and bandaged well. Brielle sat

regally beside him, a book open in her hands, her mind elsewhere as they
barged into the room and she jerked in surprise. Her big, beautiful, green eyes
jumped first to her king then to her love, Mord. “What is it?”

“I need him awake…” There was a groan and Carrick rushed to his side.

“Wick, please, I need your help now more than ever, my friend…” He watched
as one lid opened. The other was swollen shut. “Do you know where the
nearest Gancanagh is?”

There was the slightest nod and Carrick leaned down to hear the

whisper that might lead him to Brook. His heart beat so fast he almost missed
those precious words that were barely audible from the damaged fairy. “Just
over the hill, the cottage on the edge of the cliffs...”

The words stunned him, his breath caught, and he stood ramrod straight.

There was one Gancanagh in the area. Fury rushed through his veins and soon
he flew through the wide corridors toward his warriors. They finally had a lead,
a destination, and he jumped into the air with his last thread of hope unraveling.

****
Brook squinted into the darkness of the room. Was that classical

music? She opened her lids with a serious yawn and stretched her arms over
her head.

What the hell was in that tea? Her body felt fine, a little sore but

nothing drastic. Brook stood and grabbed the fluffy white robe that she had
been dying to lounge in. She toed open her door and glanced out.

Louder, sadder music drifted from downstairs. It had to be Valen. She

didn’t know he liked classical music. She didn’t know too much about the fairy,
which made this craving to jump his bones even stranger.

Her bare foot landed on each step quietly, hushed as she stopped mid

step to watch him. He threw a pot across the room and cursed out the stove in,
what she guessed, was Gaelic. Laughter bubbled up. A few moments later, she
smelt smoke and jumped to her feet.

It took moments enter the kitchen, see a dish towel on fire and Valen

trying successful to extinguish the flames by throwing cups of water from the
sink. He turned around with a raised brow, his cheek smudged with burnt
residue, and water dripped down his bare chest to create a puddle on the floor.
He looked hilarious, and she double over laughing.

His scowl became a slight grin then he chuckled and shook his head.

“Apparently, not only am I wingless, but I can’t cook either.” He sat with a
slump in the nearest chair.

His features fell. Brook walked up to him with the intention of patting

his back and cleaning up the mess. Her hand landed on his shoulder, she leaned
down and pressed her lips against his forehead. The mirth instantly faded at her
actions. Damn it, why did she not think around Valen?

She avoided his eyes and turned to look at the mess he created. “I’m

guessing you tried to cook breakfast?” She glanced out the window. The
sunrays began to scatter the shadows. “Well, the thought was nice.” She tried
to keep the conversation light and made sure her focus was on cleaning the
disaster. The burnt cloth was tossed in the water-filled sink.

The pan was also burnt to a black crisp and she shook her head before

placing it in the skin. Brook grabbed a rag, soaked it, and began rubbing the
flakes off. What was he trying to cook anyway? Why wasn’t he talking? She
didn’t turn, fought every nerve telling her to check on him and kept cleaning.
That did not stop him. He was behind her, his body pressed into hers, and she
gasped at the warmth that surged through them. “Valen…” That was the worse
protest ever. His name was breathy and low.

“I just want to taste you again.”
He pushed the hair from her neck, then his hands rested on her hips,

and his erection prodded as his breath teased her skin. It was so erotic and
Brook didn’t know if she could fight this man’s lust anymore.

Carrick was absent, was he even looking for her? His lips caressed her

neck; slow, tender kisses that made her eyes close. Wasn’t this what love was
supposed to be?

He’d saved her twice now, he had not lied to her since they met and

lust was a major issue. That wicked tongue of his slipped free and trailed along
her ear. A thick cock poked incessantly against her back. His legs slowly
shifted her thighs apart and her eyes popped open. She was only wearing a bra,
panties and her robe.

“The minute I saw you in this…I wanted to open the ties and see what

lay beneath. I want to kiss every inch of your flesh until you scream my name.”

Name one person who could even consider saying no to that! His hands

shifted. She felt the material around her body loosen and then his hands
returned to her bare hips. Flesh upon flesh, something sizzled between them.

Her body betrayed her instantly. Brook’s core began to sweeten and her

nipples hardened. Her breath came in deep pants as he pushed the robe over
her shoulders, and it slid down her back. His kisses shifted too, down her
shoulder, over her triceps and then he placed tender touches along her back. He
tugged and the robe fell with a light thud to the floor. There was no time for
thinking. She could only feel.

The sensation rocked her body as he kept descending. His lips were

soon at her panty line. His tongue dipped below, his hands pressed her legs
further apart. A long, sneaky finger entered her in one sweet, moan-inducing
thrust.

“Valen…” She could not do this. Her heart screamed at her betrayal.

Her soul fought every emotion, but her body craved him. The crotch shifted
and her pussy was exposed to his erotic gaze. Her eyes popped open, his
tongue swiped across her lower lips. Pleasure surged through her, and she
gripped the edge of the counter. Another lick and suddenly she spun around.

She opened her eyes as Valen stood and his lips devoured hers. His

hands dipped into her panties to cup her ass cheeks. His heavy cock pressed
directly over her clit, the scant clothes they wore hindered nothing and her
head fell back from the overwhelming pleasure. That felt so damn good.

He kissed lower, sucking at her cleavage and shoved the material away

to exposed a hard, pink nipple. The way his mouth made love to that little bud
was unbelievable. Her hands tangled in his dark red hair, she could barely
breath as ecstasy threatened to tear her apart.

“Valen!” She pressed her crotch harder against his thick cock. Brook

rubbed wildly in an attempt to reach that ultimate explosion and then he
groaned. The sound was so raw, so enchanting and thrilling she pulled his head
up and kissed him. She wanted to hear that noise over and over. He clasped her
hips, began shifting her body against his, his mouth ruled the kiss.

Domination destroyed her self-control as the length of his dick created

exquisite sensations. Her core leaked; her clit shivered. She was so damn close
to orgasm that she growled in frustration. Valen would not change the pace. He
pumped against her wet panties with precision.

When she pulled her mouth away, he simple harassed her nipple.

Pleasure overwhelmed everything around them and then her climax exploded.
Goose bumps covered her flesh. Her mouth opened and the longest moan
escaped.

He kept thrusting, his cock a thick, wild, pleasure rod. She felt the

moment he came, his body tensed, that raspy moan sounded and he held on
tight. She gasped then her body went lax against his. His semi hard cock still
pulsed between her legs. Little movements sent shivers through her clit.

“Brook,” he whispered her name, and she finally locked eyes with him.

Why did his features show such desperation? His eyes were slightly glassy,
and he took a deep breath before speaking. “I love…”

“Brook!” The familiar voice of the man she loved yelled her name.
Her eyes widened and she jerked her gaze to the window.
“Don’t go with him.” Valen grabbed her chin, stared into her wide eyes

and pleaded. “Stay with me, please Brook. I love you.”

Thirty-five fucking years with no hope at true love, and now she had

two in the same week. Somebody up there hated her.

She pushed Valen away, shoved her robe over her body and ran to the

door. Was it really him? She flung it wide and watched with her heart in her
throat as her fairy man landed.

“Carrick…” No yelling, no screaming, just a simple whisper of his

name. She took off, ran at his form as tears slid down her cheeks. His arms
wrapped around her and her eyes fell on his handsome features. Love radiated
from him, her heart clenched and she knew leaving Valen was the right choice.
His lips were instantly on hers, his tears mingled with hers. When she pulled
back, she was grinning like a fool.

“Brook!”
She turned at his voice. Thame had a sword at Valen’s heart.

Chapter Fourteen

“No. No!” She charged forth, only stepping a foot before Carrick pulled

her to him.

“He kidnapped you…” His eyes held such fury.
“He didn’t, I swear he saved me from the trolls but we couldn’t return

because-”

“I killed those trolls, I was there the night you escaped and would have

found you. Brook…the fairy kingdom is just over that hill.” He pointed with
the tip of his sword.

That couldn’t be. Carrick could not have been that close or Valen

would have known. Or maybe he did know. She turned, tilted her head to stare
at him. He didn’t fight the fairy that could spear his heart. No one else seemed
to matter. Valen looked at her, his eyes hurt and empty.

“You lied.” He’d kept her here and seduced her when her king was so

close. She ran to Valen, stood above him as he knelt. “Tell me it’s not true.”
He didn’t answer. Would he ever answer?

“I love you, Brook.”
She shook her head, pain surged through her brain, and she slapped him

without a second thought. “Leave him here to rot.” How could he lie so
blatantly? She turned, shifted so their flesh did not meet when he tried to reach
out. Was it bad that her heart shattered? She honestly could have loved him.
What did that say about her love for Carrick? She ran into her fairy man’s open
arms, hugged him close as his wings extended.

“I should kill you for this…” Carrick added furiously to Valen. “The

only reason I spare your life is because the queen is merciful.”

“Take me home, Carrick,” she whispered in his ear, needed to be away

from everything and everyone for a while.

“I’ll always love you, Brook. I will always be here for you. You only

have to call my name.”

She heard Valen’s words as they took off into the sky, the sunrise

blinding her. But that was okay; she didn’t want anyone to see her cry.

****
The first thing Brook did when they landed safely in the Fairy

Kingdom was kiss Carrick. She had to. She hadn’t known she could miss
another human so much in her life.

Then she walked up to their balcony and glanced out at the land. She

missed the view just as much and inhaled the sweet fragrance. He wrapped his
arms around her. Such a difference in warmth, his kisses were gentler, all the
sweeter by the sheer fact that this was her fairy man.

“I thought I lost you.” He pressed his faced against her shoulder.
“Ditto,” she tried her hardest to hold in the tears.
He took a deep breath and held her face in his hands. “Go take a bath,

it’s all set up. Relax, do nothing but enjoy. I’m going to check the perimeter
and, if you’d like, I’ll join you.”

“Mmm…” She placed a kiss on each palm. “Now that sounds like a

wonderful plan.” She wanted desperately to talk about Valen, to explain
everything but he looked too raw, and her heart was a mushy mess. So, she
nodded, waited for him to leave and glanced back out at the sunflowers that
held such wonderful memories.

She’d made the right decision, in her soul. It beamed brighter than the

sun when she was with Carrick. Her smile was fleeting but uplifting. She tore
off her robe and her lingerie. Brook headed right for the mound of bubbles and
warm water.

The room smelt of vanilla and a spring rain. A few rose petals lay

scattered on the ledge; it was a huge porcelain tub with fairies depicted on the
sides as well as several Celtic designs. She stared at them with a smile and
reminded herself to ask Carrick what they meant.

He was her romantic fairy man. She stepped over the rim, her feet

enveloped by warm bliss. Her whole body went limp when it sank beneath the
bubbles. Muscles slackened, her lids closed, she took several deep breaths.

Her mind drifted, she decided the moment the water rushed over her

skin to quit worrying for a while. At the very least until the morning, the last
couple of days had been trying to her heart and head. It would not be a surprise
if she began suffering migraines from all this damn stress. Right now, however,
she was going to nap in warm water and flowery smelling bubbles.

Brook had no idea how long she laid there. Consciousness drifted far

away. She dreamt of her childhood, reliving the good memories and trying to
see her parents face once again. Their image was always distorted without their
picture before her. One moment she was smiling in the bathtub then out like a
light and the next she felt warm arms around her. They shifted under her back
and another under her knees. Her lids fluttered open as water streamed down
her body and a chill washed over her flesh. “Carrick?”

“I’m here, sweet,” he murmured in her ear.

She shifted closer, snuggled as best she could until he laid her on their

bed. Yes, it was theirs now, together, shared by more than lovers. His warm,
bare skin was a treat when he moved beside her. “Carrick, I love you.” It was a
whisper, a dazed conversation she wasn’t sure she’d remember in the morning.

“I love you too, my Brook.” He smiled at that, kissed her forehead and

kept his arms tightly around his queen.

****
The breeze swept over her bare body. He must have opened the balcony

doors. Brook smiled and then rapidly sat up. “Carrick?” He found her, rescued
her and she left Valen, returned to her home.

“I’m right here, sweet.” He stood by the doors, naked and speaking to

Thame.

Dear Lord, she had forgotten. “Mord! Wick!” She jumped out of bed

and barely hid her curves with the sheet as she ran towards the men. “They
were hurt…”

“We found them…Mord was injured but Wick was badly wounded.

He’s healing and helped us find you from the bed.” Carrick turned to Brook as
she heard Thame flutter away. “He’s a people person, as he says, and knew
where the nearest Gancanagh lived.” He clasped her hand and sat beside her on
the bed, shifted the blanket so he could watch her breasts.

“I don’t understand. What is that? Why would it help find me?” Carrick

opened his mouth, closed it and leaned over to kiss her. Their lips met in an
excited rush and the tenderness nearly brought her to tears. How could she
possibly even think about refusing him? Her heart and soul yearned to be with
him for eternity.

“Did he kiss you?” His words silenced her.
She nodded briefly.
“Brook, I do understand. Valen is a Gancanagh. They are wingless

fairies exiled from the kingdom because of their destructive nature. Their
wings will not develop because they carry toxins in the skin and saliva. It also
makes women…” He looked away. “…addicted to their touch and taste.”

Brook sat there stunned. Well drugs or toxins sure as hell explained

Grace and Bridget’s craziness. Did that also explain why she missed Valen?
Was it only the toxins?

“Because you are no longer touch…” He cleared his throat. “No longer

touching or tasting him you may feel depressed or miserable or unhappy for a
while. It will go away, the toxins will wear off whether you made love to him
or just…”

“No!” She grabbed his hand. “I’m so sorry, Carrick.” She was ready to

tell him everything that happened, maybe not the details but she couldn’t
possibly lie to the man she loved so fiercely.

“It doesn’t matter what you did with him. I love you, and I will always

be at your side.”

Brook placed her hands on his chest. “Carrick, I feel no depression. A

little tired and my back’s a little achy.” The smallest smile crept up his lips. “I
couldn’t be happier than right now. Home, I am finally home with you. You
are my fairy man, and I love you so much. I knew the moment you were at that
door that you’re the one I love like no other. I want to wake up every morning
by your side. I want to spend the rest of our lives in your arms.” A tear slipped
free.

He wiped the stray, salty liquid from her cheek and blinked a few times

to clear his own. “Be mine forever.”

“Your smile would rival the angels.” He glanced at the sheet that

covered her tender flesh. Could he see her hard nipples?

Carrick moved closer, his lips pressed gently against her own and their

tongues swirled together in a mock battle for control. It was a kiss to remember.
Sweet, and a little naughty as his teeth scraped across her lower lip. She
wanted to make this an amazing moment for him but couldn’t possibly give
him a blowjob, which limited her possibilities.

Brook pushed him away, placed her hands on his shoulders until he laid

back. She flung the sheet onto the floor and straddled his muscular body. His
cock was already hard and thick, but she didn’t dare touch such a temptation
yet. His eyes locked onto hers as she lowered. Her hard, pebbled nipples
rasped against his chest. His flushed cock head poked her thigh and her lips
settled onto his neck.

His hands lowered to her ass cheeks and squeezed them. She wanted to

taste every inch of his flesh. It saddened her that she couldn’t savor the one
thing she really wanted. Still, she could drive him wild and spread her legs.
Her tongue traveled along his shoulder. Lips pressed here and there. She
managed to grab his wrists and lug his heavy arms above his head.

“Stay…” she mumbled with a grin. He snorted and then groaned as her

fingernails scraped over his flat nipple. Her kisses remained feathery as they
settled onto his chest. She lowered ever so slowly toward the sensitive bud and
when it was time to lick, she skipped that patch of flesh. He whispered her
name and she smiled as her tongue lapped at his skin. Over and over, she
teased with her wet taste buds all around his small nipple, not once did she
venture toward it.

“Brook!” He stared at her with all the intensity of a starved lion.
She grinned against his flesh and finally licked his nipple. A short,

crude suck, and he gasped; his head fell back to the bed. She continued
downward, his abs were hard knots of flesh that quivered as she ran her tongue
along them.

She followed the edge of every tense muscle, and her teeth scraped his

flesh and her lower lip dragged along to create sensation. Her hands were on
his thighs, her breath against his belly button, that cock was so close; she could
reach out with her tongue and finally taste him. Of course, that would cause
more problems than anything else.

Brook curled her fingers and dragged them down his thick thighs. He

gasped as she scraped and her legs straddled his. Her hot core met his warm
flesh with a burst of pleasure pending. Her tender flesh rubbed; there was no
way to resist that hard thigh against her sensitive core.

His cock increased during her journey, his head looked almost angry as

the thick rod jutted forward, nerves strained for her touch. She inhaled swiftly
and slowly exhaled right on his sensitive head. The reaction was a quick jerk
and a long moan. Her hands landed on his knees. She shifted and spread his
legs then instantly missed the feel of him against her heated pussy.

“Brook…” His voice was breathy, his tone pure lust.
“I may not be able to taste you…but I can still touch you.” She said the

words slowly, deliberately as she let her fingers trail up his leg, over his tense
thigh and caressed his ball sac. It was heavy as she rolled the flesh around her
digits. They were almost symmetrical, one hung slightly lower, and her mouth
watered.

Carrick grabbed the bed with abandonment as her nails scraped and her

breath teased. She gripped his dick and her palm rubbed sensually along the
erection. Each shudder of his member made her grin that much more.

She felt powerful, in control, ruler of Carrick’s dick. What an

amazingly gratifying feeling. He squirmed, gasped, and her other hand landed
at his head. His hole had yet to leak sperm but when her palm circled the head,
she felt the moisture shoot forth. It moistened her skin, and with both hands,
she pumped his cock.

“Brook! Sweet Goddess!”
His shouts were hoarse and hips jerked wildly and his hands ripped the

sheet beneath them. She had no idea if he came the same as human men; never
even got the chance to find out if he would shoot his load between her fingers
or on her nude breasts.

Carrick jerked erect. His white knuckled hands settled on her shoulders

and pushed her to the bed. His mouth met hers in a tangle of tongues and
passion. One hand grabbed the sheet that had gathered between them and
tugged it free. Their bodies met intimately.

Scorching heat wrapped both of them in a world of sensations and love.

His mouth escaped, drifted along her jaw and to her shoulder. His teeth scraped
as hers had done. Only she had a feeling he was truly going to bring her to the
brink of insanity.

His tongue swirled around her nipple, collecting the excited bud in his

mouth and sucked. She nearly came right there. Her back arched, and her body
hummed. That little left nipple was devoured and pleasure replaced her mind
with a lust-obsessed creature. Her hands roamed his back; her thighs flexed
and her hips squirmed. When the bud was red from attention, he turned to the
other neglected one. His lips caressed, his fingers flicked and then he sucked
the life out of her. Well, he could have done just that and she would die with a
smile.

“Open…” he ordered sweetly.
She hadn’t realized her thighs were locked shut and when she parted

them he rewarded her with another mouth-watering kiss.

“I want to watch how wet you become…” His words were another

sweet whisper against her burning flesh.

When both her breasts were properly cared for, his hands dipped lower.

They framed her torso as he placed kisses along her belly. Would he do that if
a child grew there?

The thought jerked her right from their hot embrace. Why was she

thinking about that now? The strange mindset drifted away as his hands bent
her knees and widened her legs. It was his turn to use his breath against her
tender, aching core.

She wanted to scream as his fingertips stroked her thighs, his mouth so

close to her heat she tried lifting her hips. The attempt was a failure, and she
whimpered. It was her last coherent thought to beg for his touch, for the
pleasure he could generate.

Carrick parted her wet folds, exposed her hole and grinned before his

tongue lapped at her weeping liquid. So close, she chanted his name; he kept
her body in the throes of passion when she wanted the relief of release.

He tugged on her lower lips, the very tip of his tongue penetrated and

her body scrambled for more. “Please, Carrick. Carrick, please.” She was a
babbling fool and then his finger pressed into her channel. Bliss reigned; the
orgasm busted through her begging exterior and created a storm of wild

emotions. The pleasure drowned out the world and his mouth played at her
entrance.

His fingers discovered a nipple and tugged while he pumped.

Sensations overwhelmed, rapture bloomed and then he devoured her clit.
Lights shattered behind her closed eyes. Her body shivered and tensed. The
intense orgasm slowly faded and she was left dazed, gasping for much needed
oxygen.

“Sweet Goddess.” He still fingered her and his mouth drifted to her

thigh to kiss.

She moaned between breaths. “You are…amazing.”
“I haven’t even started yet, Brook.”
Her eyes widened and his mouth rubbed against her lower lips. He

sucked the labia into his mouth, his tongue rubbing madly while he added two
fingers inside her. She was going to die right here, smiling.

The thought wasn’t the least bit depressing as he increased the speed of

his penetrating fingers and released her flesh. Her clit was once again the focus
of his intensity. He licked and poked then sucked. Climax threatened to send
her into madness. She was on the edge of the orgasmic cliff and tried
desperately to fall into its clutches.

“More, please Carrick, more!” She would beg all night if it meant more

mind-blowing orgasms. Her body bucked. The relief swept through her system
and destroyed any control she claimed to obtain. Her hands locked onto strands
of his hair, forced his mouth to continue the onslaught. She convulsed around
his fingers, milked them desperately and screamed to the heavens. It was a
loud outburst that caused Carrick’s hand to cover her open lips. She nibbled at
his palm and gradually sucked his finger while he crawled up her body and
settled between her open, trembling legs.

His cock nudged her entrance but not enough to fulfill. Another plea

was on her lips when he kissed her, an intense, ferocious mating of mouths that
left them both breathless. He kissed to her earlobe, whispered her name and
rammed his cock to her womb in one thrust. She cried out, pleasure blended
with pain as he held the intruding appendage still.

“I love you, Brook.”
He began pumping, his hips working magic on her body. His cock

stretched, filled and sent her inner muscles into a wild frenzy. He grunted as
she squeezed, another orgasm was just out of reach. It was on the horizon, but
he would bring her there. He pulled their bodies further away, enough so his
hands could play.

Carrick’s fingers tugged and pinched her nipple. Carrick’s palm slid

down her torso to her begging clit. The moment he caressed the extended nub
the orgasm tore her apart, his cock pumped passionately as she wiggled her
hips. Her hands grabbed his ass cheeks, squeezed hard. They traveled to his
back and scratched his flesh. Another touch of her clit and she yelled his name.
She could not take much more. Her body was a pleasure conductor ready to
burn out or implode, maybe both.

“You’re so wet…”
His head fell forward, eyes locked on their rhythm, his finger still a

menace to her sanity.

“For you.” She dug her nails into his ass and held on for dear life. The

thrusts were feral, pain bordered her desire, and she loved every second of it.
“Carrick…” His mouth covered hers his hand still trapped between them
forcing her clit to feel too much.

He grunted, gripped her hips and pumped like his life depended on it.

The orgasm breached, once again, she was thrown into the abyss of pleasure.
Breath held, heartbeat pounded and his cock rocked her world.
“Carrick…come inside me!” She needed to feel it, wanted to know he
experienced pleasure within. Honestly, any more orgasms for her and
implosion was a real possibility.

His eyes locked onto hers, his balls tightened further and his girth

increase. He pulled his cock from her hole, its head an angry red and soaked
with their juices. Then he pushed in to her womb. Pulled completely free,
rubbed her clit with the drenched head and pumped again. Repeatedly, he
brought her to a whimper and then he came.

His cock shoved into her core, seed pumped from his hole and saturated

her exhausted inner muscles. It seemed to last forever, he groaned and shot
cum until finally, he was barren. They were both gasping, void of energy and
collapsed on top of the well-used bed.

“Thank you,” she said with a grin and a kiss to his shoulder. It was only

part she could reach without actually moving her aching body. He laughed
beside her.

“Indeed…” He shifted to his side, cupped her breasts and snuggled

against her. “Give me ten minutes, and we’ll go again.”

“I do hope you’re kidding…” She twined their fingers. “Any more

orgasms, and I won’t be able to walk for a week.”

He snorted, his hands drifted over her body. Two fingers spread her

pussy lips and swiped. His palm pressed against her flat stomach and to her

satisfied nipples. He caressed each one, a mini massage that managed to excite
her body despite the exhaustion that was ready to claim her.

He placed a kiss on her jaw before his eyes shut and that erratic breath

slowed. Brook waited a few minutes. When he was truly sleeping, she shifted
her leg so it lay against his placid cock. It was a gorgeous site, even resting.

Carrick’s dick was not too big but certainly not too small, the veins

were visible and asking for attention. The head was so soft and silky she would
easily compare it to the best silk in the world and the weight against her flesh
was soothing.

She may not have wanted another orgasm but she still wanted to sense

him beside her. Besides, if she suddenly decided to have kids in the middle of
the night she could lean over and suck that stunning cock right down her throat.
She closed her eyes with a grin, extremely happy to be home and in her fairy
man’s arms.

Chapter Fifteen

Several long days had passed and each of them offered a calm kingdom.

There were no troll attacks. In fact, none were even been spotted in the area.
She heard what Carrick and the others accomplished; they tore through the
troll society in attempt to rescue her. It truly showed how the fairies were
accepting even though she was a human.

After so many events in so little time, this was now her home. She

sensed it with her heart and every fiber of her soul. This was the right place to
live, to love, to possibly prepare for a future.

Of course, now that she had Carrick, worry ensued over the other men

in this place. Were they all so lonely? Had they come to accept the solitude?
Were they looking for a lover or someone to spend the rest of their days with?
The questions buzzed within her head constantly, every time she heard the
flutter of wings the thoughts intruded on whatever she was doing.

Today however, the kingdom she came to love buzzed with energy.

Long gold banners hung on every building. They lay gracefully from the
windows on each building swaying in the tender breeze. They were building
some kind of stage near the waterfall. Wood was already cut and being
assembled.

Carrick checked on her every hour, but the last few she was

accompanied by a charming female fairy. An actual woman fairy named
Brielle. She was no warrior, but a healer. Her appearance was delicate and
rather girly. Long blonde hair, white and yellow wings that should have been
accompanied by a halo.

Seriously, Brook looked several times for that glowing ring but found

none. Brielle had an angelic voice, a delicate look and wondered why with all
this, she looked so sad. Her smile was there but her eyes remained unlit. Their
conversations so far had been brief and rather tame. That was until Brielle had
mentioned Wick. “Are you sure he’ll be up to it?” Brook heard he was awake
and she longed to see his face, to touch his hand and thank him above all else
for sacrificing so much for her.

“He was trying to get out of bed yesterday, stupid fairy.” She flinched

at his sudden words behind her and Carrick wrapped his arms around her.
“Hello sweet…”

She pressed against him and warmth seeped through her soul. “He’s

just a good warrior. May I see him?” She pouted her lips and winked at her
fairy man. He nodded with a mock frown and clasped her hand.

Together they followed the elegant fairy. She watched Brielle with an

odd fascination. Did all the female fairies carry themselves with such
confidence? Her back was stiff, her footsteps light and silent. She didn’t swing
wildly or wiggle her hips abundantly. She moved perfectly, like a princess with
wings. When she stopped, Brook returned her eyes to their destination, a quiet
room that smelled like burning wood but the sounds of a frustrated male
marred the solitude. “I want out! Do you hear me? I cannot sit in this dark
room any longer!” His face was bruised, one eye puffy and purple. His jaw
was slightly swollen, ear bandaged up and his muscled chest was marred with
discolored bruises.

“Wick?”
He spoke quietly. “I…your…I’d run to you if I could.”
Well she had two good legs and no sword wounds. “I’ll run to you.”

She took off and landed with a gentle bounce beside him. He smiled and
gingerly placed his arms around her. “I’m so glad you’re all right! I’m so sorry
you were hurt because of me.”

She closed her eyes and inhaled Wick’s unique fragrance. He held her

tight and she opened her eyes to see his pretty wings mangled. “Oh my God.”
Tears filled her vision. “Your wings…they’re…I broke your wings!” She stood,
her head pounding and guilt pouring.

This was all her fault. She should never have returned to the surface.

His life was not worth a bunch of photos. The contents of that box remained on
the chair in their bedroom, mysteriously placed by one of the other fairies.
She’d yet to find out whom, but his pain was not what she ever imagined.

“It takes more than that to get me down,” he murmured. “Besides

they’ll heal and be…well not good as new but still useful. They didn’t rip them
completely off after all besides I’ll repay the trolls kindness with my sword.”

“They heal, really?” She turned back to Carrick and he nodded.
“It’s like a broken bone…” Wick grabbed her hand and squeezed. “No

worries. I’m sorry I’m going to miss the ceremony.” She sat once again. “I will
vow my life for yours here if you’d…”

“You’ve already got the saving my life part down…” She kissed his

cheek and hugged him once more.

Wick nodded, and lay with the sheet still wrapped around his lower half.

“Congratulations, Brook.”

She smiled wide and genuine then took Carrick’s outstretched hand.

“Are you sure you’ll be alright down here?” She hated to think of him, in this
dark windowless room.

“The sun will negate the healing process.” Brielle offered, “He must

stay down here.”

“That precautionary measure also leaves me in a spiral of boredom.” he

huffed and hunkered down the bed. “ There is no use yelling and ranting when
there’s no one to listen but it has left me with plenty of time to dream of hordes
of naked woman.” When Brook snorted he continued, “...hard nipples and
succulent pussies all around.” He smiled wickedly as they left.

***
Night approached and Brook watched in wonder as the final details

were finished. A fairy, Bray, flew around and lit torches. They lined the path
that led to the stage and created such a romantic view. It almost looked like
giant fireflies on the sidelines of an important battle.

The low beat of drums drifted toward her, and she closed her eyes to

focus on the sounds. There was a dress on her bed, well, more like an over the
top gown. “Please, sweet, wear the gown over your bare flesh.” Carrick had
spoken just before he left to don his own attire.

As of right now, she stared down at the elegant gold contraption and

grinned. She removed her pants and shirt quickly, placed them on a vacant
chair. Then she removed her bra and pinched her nipples. The panties were
shoved down her legs and then she picked up the dress. It shimmered as she
placed it over her head.

The thin straps felt cool on her shoulders, thin lines of material crossed

down her back until it reached her the top of her butt cheeks. Then it returned
to the classy gold dress flaring to her feet. The front was crisscrossed as well
and her mouth dropped open. Her breasts rested between diamond like shapes,
her nipples pink and exposed as she glanced down.

This was not as elegant as she originally thought. It kept the pattern

until her belly button where it returned to a normal dress and swished at her
feet. She shifted to the mirror and stared. Did she put it on wrong? Then again,
it was somewhat self-explanatory. Was she really supposed to wear this?

“You look wonderful…” Brielle’s voice drifted into the room from the

open balcony doors. She stood in the whitest, brightest dress she’d ever seen. It
flared and flowed so gracefully on her slim body.

Brook covered her nipples with her palms, feeling their hardness as she

faced the other woman. “I gotta tell you, I’m feeling a little…um…slutty.”
Yeah, she’d said it.

Brielle laughed and the sound was so charmingly feminine. There was

no answer to her dress dilemma or explanation as to all the exposed skin.
Brielle landed and opened the doors to the hall, while she grabbed Carrick’s
white jacket. Her fairy man actually had shirts, and jackets and clothes besides
that scrumptious loincloth? She had to remember to burn them all later. His ass
looked too good nude. His cock looked even better in the sun and moon light.
She placed the jacket so her most of her chest was covered. The valley and a
bit of cleavage remained visible.

Her bare feet traveled over smooth, cushiony grass until she came to

the torch lit path. Nerves began to rattle her reserve; she fidgeted with the ends
of the jacket, her toes digging into cool earth as they waited. What was the
hold up?

Carrick fluttered down, and she smiled, then it turned to a wicked grin.

He wore a gold loincloth that was all sorts of delicious. “What is going on?
Why do I have to wear this?”

He kissed her forehead. “Do you remember I told you about the

ceremony?”

“Of course, big celebration, honey tasting, and we….” She was going

to say make babies but remained silent.

“Indeed, those who vow their allegiance to us will taste of your honey,

and we crown you queen of the fairies.”

Her honey? “Oh…Lord…” Brook squeezed her eyes shut. Apparently,

that had not been a metaphor. She pretty much understood and blushed in
embarrassment. How would she ever be able to face them? How could she
stand before them as queen as they all tasted her pussy?

“You’ll be fine…” he removed the jacket. She kept her hands balled at

her side as Brielle extended her exquisite wings and flew away. “You may
choose a second suitor to walk you to the ceremony…I figure you would
choose…”

“Me. Of course, she’d want me.” Wick’s voice was weak as he limped

toward them.

She hugged him close, felt her nipples tease his warm flesh and quickly

pulled away. “Are you all right to do this?”

“No…” Carrick grabbed Wicks arm before he fell backwards.
“I’ll make it to the ceremony; I can do that. I’ll give you a lick later.”

He winked and Brook looked away. Her blush was evident as both of them
helped Wick shuffle down the flame-illuminated trail.

Each step had to be painful. Wick kept moving forward like a real

trouper. Despite his two helpers, he kept most of his weight on his own legs.
At least, Brook though so.

Her eyes drifted over the gorgeous night sky and the waterfall that

quickly approached. She would remember this forever, the way the stars shined,
the fire danced around them, the air was pure and a gentle breeze kissed every
inch of her exposed skin. The banners flapped and joined in the chorus of night
critters. Considering where she was going and why, it was still the most
romantic scene in her life.

“My queen…” Wick stopped before the group of winged fairies she

would soon call her own.

Brook’s heart dropped to her stomach, her hands over her hardened

nipples, and she froze. She’d been in front of bloodthirsty lawyers, crazed
criminals, and scumbags without a heartbeat out of place. Here was the most
important moment in her life, she could not move a single muscle, completely
shocked and immobilized. Wick kissed her cheek, though she barely noticed,
and someone moved to grab him. Carrick placed a hand on her shoulder.

“Breathe, sweet…”
Right, she temporarily forgot about the whole breathing to live thing.

Eight sets of eyes observed her momentary breakdown. Their gazed focused
solely on her as Carrick grabbed her hand and began walking down a path of
red rose petals.

Very romantic if not for the half-dressed part, or maybe it was the

knowledge she was about to spread her legs and let each one give her a damn
lick. Whoever said knowledge was power was full of shit.

He helped her step up onto a platform where two gorgeous armless

chairs waited. They were huge, almost couch size with gold trim, and she had a
feeling it was the real stuff. Her butt landed quickly and she tried to cover her
nipples from all the eyes. Carrick sat beside her, grabbed a hand and squeezed.
What had she gotten herself into? Well, it was back out or shut up and spread
‘em. No way had she come this far to turn tail.

“There is a dance first…” he whispered, and she heard that drum beat

start up.

To the left, on the other side of the falls Mord and Flance beat strange

vertical instruments in a fast rhythm. The fairies that had taken such an interest
in her nipples began to dance. Each perfectly coordinated. Step for step, move
for move, they twined and twirled.

It created such a display as each man wore brightly colored loincloths,

which was a new favorite of hers. The two female fairies centered among them,

their dresses in bright white. Of course, their tits were not on display. White
cloth flared high with each spin and smiles decorated everyone’s face. Their
feet tapped in a synchronized fashion.

Bray laughed loudly when Flance left his drum, and she spun into his

arms. He dipped and twirled her wildly all the while his eyes locked onto his
fairy woman. Brook treasured this scene. The love that radiated made her
glance at Carrick with a small, hopeful grin.

“They dance in honor of their new queen…when the harp begins to

play it is to ask the fairy Goddess to bless our union,” he murmured in her ear
and winked.

The drums slowed, the dancers eased into a slow gait and then they all

lowered to one knee. Those nerves began to resurface as the silence stole her
curiosity. The warrior woman fairy walked to the small harp beside them. Bray
looked so not warrior like in her white dress with her hair swept up into a bun.
She sat on a small stool beside the instrument. Her long fingers shifted to the
harp’s delicate strings and the slow beautiful sounds began to fill the night.

A sweet, slow, and memorizing melody broke her nerves, at least

momentarily. Carrick once again held her hand. This time he kissed her cheek
and placed a simple crown of flowers atop her head.

“Brook, be my queen, forever.”
Guess this was the part she said something akin to, ‘I do’. “Yes…” she

whispered.

“Will you allow me to be your king, forever?”
“Of course…” She smiled and the hopeful harp music slowed to a stop.

Cheers rang out as Carrick’s lips fell to hers. They made sweet sensual love
with their tongues as the drumbeat began to rear to life, this time the harp
added to its beauty.

“Lay back…”
She pressed her shoulder to the back of the chair as he gently shifted

her hips to the edge. Feeling self-conscious must not be in the fairy vocabulary,
but it sure was in hers. She bit her lip, her nails curled to stab the soft chair
beneath, and she desperately wanted to close her eyes as Carrick slowly lifted
her dress to her thighs. His fingertips teased her inner flesh as his wings spread
wide.

They fluttered lightly. The rim of the dress slithered higher until her

bare pussy was revealed to the full moon. Well, there goes dignity. Carrick
leaned over, pressed his tongue right between her wet pussy lips, and gave her
a good, teasing lick.

“Queen Brook of the fairies, I vow to be a good king to you and our

people.” He licked his lips, winked and moved a small section of material over
her bare core. The small attempt at decorum was short lived.

Chapter Sixteen

“Queen Brook…” Thame, aka Mr. Intense with an attitude, knelt before

her and she inwardly groaned. “I dedicate my life to your protection and the
fairy kingdom.”

She nodded, what the hell was she supposed to do? There wasn’t

exactly a manual to tell her how to act when about to be licked by all the fairies
in existence.

Thame’s long blond hair fell over his shoulder and tickled her knee as

he bent over. He moved her only cover away and gazed at her shimmering
lower lips before he parted them with nimble fingers. His gorgeous gold wings
flared out. She had to admit they impressed even her.

His tongue was a heavy, determined appendage as it penetrated her

core. Was the man always this intense? He swiped his tongue inside her; her
clit began to sizzle in excitement. His tongue pulled out. He concealed her
vagina and stood. With a slight nod of his head, he returned to the others and
another took his place.

Keyn, who was dark haired and always quiet, walked toward her. A

ragged scar down his right eye marred his handsome face. She knew he
considered himself a loner because of it. Brook found him gorgeous despite the
scar. He was all muscle and powerful gaze, she would bet money based on his
walk he was a God in bed.

He knelt to one knee. “Queen Brook…” He said the words that were

apparently supposed to be articulated then spread his red and black wings then
the slight growth of beard on his face scratched against her thigh as he leaned
forward. He didn’t bother to move the cloth cover completely. Keyn stuck his
tongue beneath the material and shoved it into her already wet core. His tongue
took its fill, drenched in her juices, and stood. Another nod, which she nodded
in return, the right thing to do she supposed.

Her body was certainly feeling the effects; she glanced at Carrick who

sat beside her. She was ready to disappear into their bedchamber for a few days.
Of course, she wasn’t expecting to be dry but to at least not feel horny with all
these strangers licking her pussy. Instead it seemed to increase her desire.

Mord left his post at the drums and walked toward her. Now, she did

glance at Carrick and groan. This guy for sure did not like her, did not think
her worthy of Queen and he was going to lick her. Maybe he would change his
mind once he grew to know her.

The fairy knelt; spread his midnight blue wings that really were

gorgeous. “Queen Brook…” He glanced away from her open legs and into her
eyes. “I know we have not gotten to the best start, but if you love our king then
I welcome you as our queen. I dedicate my life to your protection and the fairy
kingdom.” The slight sound of thunder drew her attention, but not for long.

Mord moved the dress over and pressed his taste buds against her hole.

She was no doubt wet and leaking. He swiped his tongue over the hole several
times, stood with a slight hunch for he was not fully healed from the attack and
nodded.

Brook smiled at him. If he could make an attempt so could she. Of

course, she was currently more than half-naked. She moved the cloth over her
pussy and turned to the next fairy.

The beautiful Brielle approached and Brook’s eyes went wide. A

woman? She was going to give her a lick as well? She jerked her head toward
Carrick who nodded and watched the elegant fairy kneel. She was dazzling as
she smiled and clasped Brook’s hand.

“Queen Brook…” She began in her flawless voice. “I do dedicate my

life to your protection and the fairy kingdom.”

Brook braced for a new experience, a woman not only touching but

also tasting her pussy. Brielle pulled the cloth away. Even her tongue was
elegant. It swirled over her hole and the very tip proceeded to collect her flavor.
Just as quickly, Brielle stood and kissed her forehead. “For luck…” she gave
Carrick a press of her lips on his cheek then moved on.

Flance approached, his brown and orange wings spread with Bray on

his heels. Now this was awkward. How did she face a woman, a possible friend
when the woman’s husband was licking her pussy? She bit her lip, watched
Bray’s face as he said the words then moved the cloth and his tongue landed.
He collected her honey and stood.

His wife, the warrior woman smiled just before she said the words and

her lips pressed against her now weeping core. She had plenty of juice to go
around, the licks made her body scorching and yearn for Carrick’s cock. Bray
stood, nodded and together they walk off.

Was this over yet? She squeezed her thighs shut, but only momentarily,

another fairy approached. Whisper, her lips parted, she had yet to meet the
fairy that lived in the shadows. He had barely spoken a word to her, actually,
no not even a word. More like grunts and his ridiculously tall frame knelt.

She noticed he was the only fairy in the whole kingdom that wore head

to toe armor. His voice was not as she anticipated. It was true honey, silky, and
deep which gave her body a shiver.

“Queen Brook…” He drew out her name. “I dedicate my life to your

protection and the fairy kingdom.” His body barely fit between her open legs,
his finger moved the cloth and purposely caressed her clit.

Desire flared through her blood as he leaned forward and his tongue

licked each pussy lip. It then dived into her wet pathway. His exploring
appendage twirled and swirled. He sipped at her hole as she fought wildly not
to wiggle her hips and moan. His saliva mixed and his tongue drifted further
north to her clit, where he scraped his teeth over the bundle of nerves.

She gasped as he stood and sat up when he was at his full height. His

eyes held such darkness and violence she looked away then didn’t bother to
nod as she had with the others. Brook heard his footsteps wonder away, and
Carrick stood to lower her dress back to her ankles, she thanked him silently.
She’d had enough of this perplexing, erotic ceremony.

He held his hand out to her, palm upwards and when their hands

touched, she shivered. She stood before the group of fairies with a serious case
of lust. He took the flower crown off her head and she watched him clasp a
gold crown with the images of flying fairies sketched into it. It was beyond
beautiful. He placed it on her head. Go figure, it fit perfectly.

“Brook…queen of the fairies.”
Cheers knocked her into reality, and she smiled. There was no doubt of

her happiness as she looked into Carrick’s eyes.

“I love you, my queen,” he whispered in her ear before placing a kiss

on her forehead.

“I love you too, my fairy man.”
He laughed heartily and led her off the little stage.
The torches were still burning bright. In the darkness that surrounded

them, they were a beacon, a perfect reason to stay on the path toward home.
Carrick walked with his hand in hers, his smile wide.

“Now, we walk the path to symbolize our dedication to the fairy

kingdom…and then…I get to take those clothes off your pretty body and make
love to you.”

“Hey, you didn’t just have every fairy at your crotch. I am so ready for

some alone time with you.” She snuggled closer, but of course, a voice yelled
on the wind.

“Yes, Brielle…”
“I’m so sorry to interrupt…”
The delicate fairy looked apologetically toward them and began some

medical rant that Brook had no interest in hearing. She glanced at the sky,
inhaled fresh sweet air and watched the closest sunflower sway gently in the

wind. A shadow caught her eye and she tried to adjust her view but Carrick
clasped her hand.

“Did you hear that sweet? Wick is healing well.”
“Well, that is wonderful news…” They walked on, but she could not

help staring back at that shadow. It irked her, maybe because of her latest
encounter with the trolls.

“Now, let’s go disappear in each other’s arms for a while.” The magical

torches ended and Carrick spread his wings. She held on tight, felt the air rush
by her, and of course her barely presentable dress. It caressed her nipples
roughly and the dress flapped between her legs to tease. Okay, maybe she
opened her thighs to see what it would feel like.

The shadow left her mind; she was busy thinking about the night to

come and her fairy man’s glorious cock.

They flew right through the open balcony doors, and she smiled as he

laid her on their rose petal covered bed. Her body was on fire, as he leaned
over and licked her nipple.

“I’ve wanted to sample you all night,” he murmured as his lips wrapped

around the hard bud and suckled.

Raw electricity rushed to her crotch. She closed her eyes to increase the

sensations as they tore through her body. His nimble fingers found her other
nipple between the fabric and pinched lightly. As he teased and taunted, her
knees fell further apart.

“Carrick…” she whispered his name. She needed respite, but wanted

more satisfaction. He sucked harder, his lips collapsed over the bundle of
nerves while his tongue flicked and his cheeks hallowed out. Her thighs
quivered as he lifted the rim of her gold dress. There would be no issues
plunging his dick right into her aching, lonely hole.

Of course, Carrick did as he pleased, and he wanted to taste. He lifted

her foot, tickled her toes before his fingers massaged her calf as he pressed
kisses along her ankle, slow, sweet touches. Her heart yearned for this, forever
with her fairy man.

His lips found her knee, his tongue swirled over it before lifting it

higher. Her foot was angled toward the ceiling, which left her dripping pussy
in his sight. More tender kisses behind her knee and her thigh, but his eyes
remained on her core. She felt precious as he arrived at her tender flesh.

There was a long tantalizing lick. His tongue slipped between her folds

to touch her entrance, a short journey over her clit then he placed her leg back
to the bed. She wanted to grumble as he picked up her other leg and began
caressing her ankle. Such tender touches and sweet embraces left her

speechless. Her knee received some attention, he helped her leg lift so her foot
aimed for the ceiling. His gazed burned her already hot body, and he blew a
puff of air over her rear hole. He finally moved to her core, his fingers spread
her lower lips, circled her rim with slow strokes. Her body went from
tenderness to inferno. A single finger dipped inside, pressed her open and
stroked wickedly.

Her hips arched, and he lowered to tempt her clitoris. He swiped his

wet tongue over the sensitive area, friction and excellent aiming caused her to
slowly, sweetly climax. It was a soft burst of orgasmic perfection. It settled the
roaring beast within that demanded lust fulfilled.

“Did you like the ceremony?”
Who could think about that now? He shifted, crawled up her body and

straddled her torso. She smiled up at him. “Not really…” She giggled as he
laughed and reached down to flick a nipple. “But I like the dress,” she said and
reached over to his gold loincloth.

With one pull, a side dropped and the tip of his hard cock peeked over

the band. “And I like my fairy man.” She loosened the other side and that
glorious appendage was free. “And I like your package very much.” Brook
said the words with a grin, her hand wrapped around his width, just barely.

His eyes closed, chin lifted, and she stroked. Carrick groaned and his

expression was worth the discomfort of his big frame atop hers. There was no
way he could come like this, but she could still play, couldn’t she? Her fingers
slipped underneath and cupped his sac. A slow massage caused him to whisper
her name.

Their eyes locked as he pulled away and he lay between her spread

thighs. “I love you, Carrick.” He smiled with a quick reassuring expression
before his lips took hers. The head of his cock pressed tightly against her
entrance. With each touch of their tongue, he penetrated further. Inch by inch,
he speared her core and claimed her as his.

She liked the idea too much for the thought to offend her independent

nature. The kiss broke apart when he inserted fully. His balls tight and heavy
against her flesh as his cock stretched.

“I love you, too, Brook.”
He began pumping. Unhurried, pleasant thrusts inside her, pleasure

swarmed every nerve. His lips returned to hers, a hot, wet embrace of mouths
as he slowly made love to her. It was precious and perfect.

She hugged him near, her nipples rubbed against his chest and she felt

the burning need to keep him this close forever.

“Carrick!”

He kept the pace. Was he trying to drive her mad? Every touch sent

flames to her clit and then the orgasm came to life. Her inner muscles milked
him, she had to focus on each breath as the intense pleasure consumed.

He groaned, his body moving faster, his tip touching her womb. She

couldn’t hear anything but grunts and gasps. His body emptied into hers and
when they both faded back into reality, his lips found hers. The kiss, the
making love, the celebration, everything was so magical. Then again she was
in a fairy kingdom with her very own fairy man.

****
Carrick was stiff in all the right places. He snuggled beside Brook

while exhaustion took her. He, however, had no chance of sleep. There was too
much to think about, too much to worry about. The trolls, reproduction, Valen,
and in a few weeks when someone would surely ask if Brook was with child,
he’d have to shake his head and act flustered.

He hated to deceive his kin, but it was her decision. If she did decide

not to have his children, could he blame her? There were so many dangers. An
innocent baby unable to protect itself brought into this world was not the best
decision. It did not stop his mind from wondering, picturing her with child, her
breasts and belly swollen. Would her lovely nipples be extra sensitive? He
could suck those peaks for hours.

Then his mind drifted to carrying their child in her arms. She could

teach their offspring compassion while he taught the little one to fly. That is if
the child had wings. If they could even conceive, and now he was back to
worrying.

What if this truly was the end of the fairy species? What if he was the

last king? His mood plummeted and when Brook was in a deep sleep, he
removed himself from her warmth. He walked naked toward the balcony doors,
opened them wide and sat beneath the stars. His mind was a torrent of fears
and desires.

He flew naked; his erection grew slightly as the wind caressed his dick

and satisfied balls. His heavy appendage swung as he walked the corridors
without a single stitch to cover his flesh. This was no time for lust. His mind
was too overwhelmed. There was no one in this corridor anyway. He opened
the door with a sigh and ignored Wick’s raised brow to sit on the chair beside
the bed.

“Any particular reason you’re visiting me on your ceremony night

naked?”

Carrick snorted, a single sentence and the man already made his spirits

rise. “Worry…” he mumbled.

“Or did you have some issues performing? Because I’d gladly take

your place between her thighs…”

Carrick growled at the comment, but it held no true anger. “She’s

asleep…”

“King…go sleep beside your queen and worry about the future

tomorrow. It’ll still be chaos in the morning…”

His eyes closed and a nod slowly formed. Wick was right, he could not

fix the world in one night, and he should be at Brook’s side. “Thanks…” He
stood and walked to the thick door.

“And next time you need to talk, put on some fucking clothes! I care

not to see your swinging cod.” Carrick’s laughter echoed in the quiet chamber.

Chapter Seventeen

The sun woke Brook from her state of sheer happiness. Her body was

exhausted and her heart filled. She shifted, found Carrick sound asleep beside
her and kissed his jaw. He didn’t stir. That was a good enough excuse to go use
that gorgeous bathtub again.

Her king. She smiled and placed the lush white robe over her body, but

left the edge apart to watch her nipples harden. Yeah, Brook wanted Carrick
inside her again and again. Well there was no worry about work or money, so
sex all day was not so implausible. She could really get used to the luxury of
being queen. There was an instant stop to her motions. She was a queen. If all
the people that thought Brook would amount to nothing could see her now.
Well, not this second, she was pretty much nude here. Her smile widened and
there was a distinct skip in her step. Time for a bath, but first there was a phone
call to the most important woman in the world.

****
Morrigan O’Carroll watched the husband of her current client. He had a

slightly balding head, beady blue eyes and a smile that seemed to weaken the
ladies. She snorted and rolled her eyes, which just confirmed Morrigan was no
lady.

He adjusted his attire and checked his surroundings for the fifth time

before disappearing in the hotel room. With all that nervous glancing, he
hadn’t even spotted her car, of course, that was because she was that damn
good. She should feel sorry for the wife of eleven years but after learning the
facts, this was just downright funny.

Most cheating cases gave her the urge for violence, so she refused to

accept them. This one however, the rich wife offered triple the usual fee, and
with her current financial state, that was a reason to watch the husband like a
hungry hawk. The camera beside her in the passenger side of her old black
SUV was filled with photos to put in the album.

It had been two weeks without as much as a peep from the poor,

married bastard. Morrigan had started to believe the wife was overly
suspicious and then this guy booked a room in a motel. Not a grand motel that
he could certainly afford, he booked one night in the sleaziest place near the
worst watered down bar in a shady part of town. To say red flags went up
would be an insult to her intelligence. Then she lifted her camera and took the
proof needed to close this case.

She tugged on the wispy brown strands of her hair and punched in the

number. “Hello…Mrs. Connelly.”

“Do you figure out if that bastard is cheating on me?” her gravelly

voice shouted like a pissed off demon.

“Well, I wish you would have first told me you were having an affair

with your yoga instructor instead of going to class three nights a week.”
Silence. Why were they always silent when she found out the truth? Why did
they make her dig for it? Did they think she would not find it after twelve years
in this business or was it because she was a woman? It had better not be that,
because that would just piss her off and she would leak the photos to the press.

She took a deep breath to get a hold on her thoughts. “Well, here it is.

Your husband is, in fact, having an affair, but it’s with your yoga instructor. So,
you’re both having an affair with the same man.” The line went dead, and she
burst out in laughter.

Never trust a yoga instructor; then again, maybe she should get his

number, the man must be potent to fuck five times a week. She grinned like a
fool and the phone interrupted her rebellious thoughts. The caller ID made her
sit straight in her seat and she fumbled to open the cell. “Brook?”

“Morrigan?” she squeaked.
“Where the hell have you been? You haven’t called me, and I put out a

missing persons report. Where the fuck are you?”

“Calm down, calm down. I will tell you everything. First of all, I’m

fine, in fact better than fine, I met a man…sort of.”

Morrigan inwardly groaned. Why couldn’t she just become a lesbian?

Brook had the worst taste in men, and she was always stuck kicking him in the
balls to prove that point. “Tell me you didn’t marry this one…” she snorted
and gasped when only silence returned. “Oh baby girl, tell me you didn’t marry
some guy!” Those damn Irish accents were hazardous.

“No.”
“Thank God.” She sighed loudly.
“He’s a fairy.”
“You met a fairy?”
“Yeah.”
“Well, I always knew you could pick them, but falling for a gay guy

just tops the cake.” She didn’t know whether to laugh or call the insane asylum
on Brook’s behalf. She started up the car and the badass engine roared to life.
Her baby might look old and rusted, but the entire interior was well taken care
of. “Please, please tell me where you are? If you’re in trouble just say the word,
or are they listening in?” Her hand instinctively went to the gun on her hip.

“He’s not gay, he’s a real fairy. With wings. Listen, I am not in trouble.

I realize this may sound…nutty…”

“It sounds fucking crazy!”
“Please, just…I’m okay and I want you to come visit here so you can

see. I found a good one, his name’s Carrick.”

“Tell me this second where you are, or I’m putting a trace on your ass.”
“The fairy kingdom.”
Oh, dear Lord, her girl had gone mad. “So you get cell reception in the

fucking fairy kingdom.”

“I know you think I’m going nuts, listen head over to my old house.”
“Old? You just moved there.”
“Morrigan, head over there, when you arrive give me a ring on this

cell….”

“It’ll take days. I could get a helicopter from my friend in the army and

we could be kicking down the door in a few…”

“No! It’s so perfect here, I am really happy. Morrigan and I need you to

trust that I’m safe. You’ll see in a few days.”

She only trusted one person on this planet and that was her crazy cousin

on the other end of the line. “Okay. Okay.” Her hand messaged the back of her
neck. “All right, Brook I’ll see you in a few days.”

“I love you.”
“Same here.” She hung up the phone with her stomach sloshing. What

the hell had her cousin gotten into now? She knew damn well it was not that ex
husband of hers. He’d promised never to go near Brook again after Morrigan
had the knife against his disgusting, dishonest, pathetic ball sac.

The client’s husband thankfully stole her thoughts. He opened the door

with a wide grin, checking his dress pants before heading toward his car. The
sucker was even whistling as he pulled away and headed for work. Now, she
had to get a look at this instructor. She grabbed her Nikon with its AF Zoom
Nikkor, set the angle and watched the open door. Sure enough, the guy that
came out was built like a brick with thick, blond hair and smile on his smug
lips.

She snapped a few shots, but her mind was far from this case. This had

to be wrapped up, her stuff packed and head toward God knows where, to
watch her cousin’s back. Morrigan made a mental note to pack a few extra
weapons should the new lover boy turn out to be psycho killer who keeps
women locked in the basement. She hoped it was real, that Brook found a guy
that would treasure her like she deserved, but hope was usually a sweet talking
deceiver. That’s why she liked her customized 9mm. She caressed the sleek

exterior like a lover and settled back into her seat. “It looks like we’re taking a
road trip to a fantasy kingdom.”

****
How could so much joy follow so much craziness? Brook was

essentially married to her fairy man, a queen, the only human in the world she
loved was going to visit and the bathtub had just filled up. This was perfection.

She eased the robe off her shoulders. Of course, she was naked beneath,

and her body was ready for more scorching, satisfying sex. Apparently,
Carrick’s goal was to keep her undressed all the time. Mission accomplished.

She laughed at the thought and submerged her body beneath the warm,

sudsy surface. Her nipples tightened, her legs parted so the warm water stroked
her pussy lips. Instantly, she felt tranquility. There was no Trolls, no worry
about kids or Valen or Wick or even Carrick. At this particular moment, she
decided to do something for herself and descend into dream oblivion.

It’s funny how dreams can show you so much of yourself. Sometimes

the subconscious can manipulate, and create a perspective she never thought
possible. She stands on a balcony. She is wearing this white dress. Her eyes
are so bright; she has never remembered them so…hopeful. Brook is not
staring at herself but at this perfect clone. Gazing out over the kingdom she is
speechless. )o wonder she looks so jovial.

Before her lay a scene she has never considered. Something she has

never thought possible. Kids, little fairies, roam the sky. Sweet girls in
sundress chase fireflies and handsome boys play. They hold sticks in their
hands and battle wildly in the air while shouting for victory and more warriors.

A few smile her way and the boy’s cheeks flush as they wave. She has

never seen a child fairy. They look like cherubs with their plump cheeks and
tiny wings. The sun shines so clearly and not a single cloud smears the sky.
Men and women fill the streets. Some have wings, others without, but all
smiling as they gaze at her.

She must be queen here too, but where do they all come from? She can

see Wick and Thame in the sky. Their swords still in their belts, but they are
smiling. Big grins as they play with two little children that look so much like
them. They have children, kids that bring that light back into their eyes. She
tries to see their mates but cannot find them in the beautiful chaos of the
kingdom.

Keyn flies by with a child in his arms, he swirls as laughter breaks out

from the tiny girl. Whisper is in the shadows but there is someone with him.
She can’t quite see and then the children in the sky take her attention. They
have such grand smiles. They’re so happy Brook actually cries. Slow, sweet

tears slide down her face. Is this it? Is this the future Carrick wants? Is this the
future she will give them?

There is movement beside her, and she turns toward the fairy man in

question. He looks older, tired but distinct laugh lines are around his eyes. She
is silent at the little child in his arms. Baby hands fling wildly, wings puff from
its smooth back and the girl coos. Their child, this is their little girl.

She’s wearing this pink sundress that shows a small birthmark on her

wrist. Brook wants to investigate further, what is that? What does it mean?
Her lips open to ask the question but the words will not form. It feels like her
lips are shut and then the question drifts away as the baby gazes at her.

“Princess Adara is looking for her mommy.”
Adara, what a beautiful name. He kisses her forehead and places the

precious cargo into her arms. This chubby girl is healthy. She is a solid object
that rattles her arms in a happy flurry. A small smile lights up her features.

The child has Carrick’s eyes and her tiny wings show Carrick’s colors.

She peers once more out at the astounding world her subconscious gratefully
shows her and smiles through her joyful tears.

Why is she being shown this? Is this to persuade her to open her heart

to a fairy child from some higher force? Is this what she truly wants for their
future?

She looks at Carrick only to see the waterfall now erupting where he

once stood. She still holds little Adara who feels heavier than she did a
moment ago. A group stands around her, cheers, music disrupts the peace and
the fairies dance merrily. “To Queen Brook!” a voice shouts.

“To the Queen!” another to her left yells.
What has she done? Where have these fairies come from? Carrick is

once again beside her, his arms wrap around them like a warm cocoon.

“Brook?”
A voice calls her in the distance. It’s Carrick, but the figment beside

her hasn’t spoken, he keeps smiling at their baby girl.

“Brook? Sweet, wake up…”
Her eyes opened, and she laughed despite the crying.
“Are you all right?” He knelt beside the tub, his worry evident in his

tone.

“I love you, Carrick.”
He smiled, but it was reserved. “You’re crying...”
“I know…I had a great dream…”
“And it made you cry?” He clasped her hand.

“I’ll have to tell you about it one day.” More tears flowed, and she

hugged him tight. “I love you so much!” She kissed him, her lips found his
open and receptive. Brook wrapped her arms around his neck as he lifted her
from the bathtub. Water streamed down like the waterfall she loved so much.
What a flawless vision, such an important moment in her favorite place.

“Carrick…take me to our waterfall.”
He stared into her eyes, clearly confused, but spread his wings and did

as she requested. The air was warm as they past the deserted pathways of the
kingdom. She couldn’t care less if someone or something saw their nude
bodies in the sky. There was no joy here, and the desolate feeling the kingdom
now portrayed saddened her.

Her lips found his once more. The lower they descended, the wilder

their embrace became. His body was a furnace as she shifted and managed to
straddle his hips. They landed just as his cock pierced her wet core. Her head
fell back, but she refused to close her eyes.

Inch by wonderful inch, he invaded her body. She placed more kisses

on his flesh over his jawbone, which she could do for hours. Her butterfly
touched traveled down his neck and when she pulled her hips away, his cock
slipped free as he groaned. She wanted to agree with the loss of thick cock, but
she needed to tell him about her decision.

“I wanted to do this here,” she whispered, placed a few tender kisses

along his shoulder. “I want to tell you that my dream was about our child.” His
lust filled eyes refocused on her words. “King Carrick of the fairies…I want to
have a little baby fairy with you…” She couldn’t stop the single tear that
escaped her control. Her emotions were on overload.

She lowered to her knee, he had yet to say anything, and his breath

came in pants. She really hoped it was a good shocked. That dream had made
the most difficult decision of her life for her. She wanted to taste his cock since
she first laid eyes on this mythical man that stole her heart and soul. Now, she
finally got a change to taste this fairy’s flavor.

Her hands landed on his thighs. She squeezed and swore that his cock

thickened. It was a beautiful tanned color; the head retained this angry blush. A
thick vein was on his underside, and she longed to lick until it protruded. His
balls were the perfect size, and tight against his skin. He was just as excited as
she was.

The skin on his head was soft to the touch, her fingertips grazed along

the edge. She ran her fingers along his silky smooth length, his hips motionless
even as she tickled his balls.

Brook leaned closer and licked the tip. His hands fisted, his hips jerked

forward and she decided there was plenty of time later on to tease. In one
swoop, she opened her mouth and swallowed some of his hard flesh. He
gasped.

Her hands continued to play with his balls while her mouth began to

pump. Each time she engulfed his cock, she took it deeper into her throat. Over
and over, she delighted in the raw sounds that left his lips.

By the sixth or so swallow, he whispered her name like a life saving

chant to the Gods. She grinned, took his entire length down her throat, and he
growled. A burst of cum exited his body against her tongue. It was a magmatic
sensation.

The salty, sweet flavor saturated her taste buds. She waited for his

entire orgasm to fade before she loosened her grip and swallowed his sperm.
There was a slight burn as it descended, almost as if she inhaled hot air. Her
breath was a wild pant when he knelt in front of her.

“I will make you and any child we conceive proud,” he finally spoke.
The words of a great lover mate and father. His lips landed on hers and

any residing cum mixed with their enchanting kiss. He grabbed his penis,
pumped the soft appendage while staring at her open legs and the stunning
cock began to harden again.

She lay back. His body moved over hers, and her eyes shifted to the

waterfall. This was it, they could be creating a baby fairy, bring a little one into
this crazy world. The first fairy to be born in years, and she was downright
giddy at the thought.

All was forgotten as that lovely cock hardened further, and the length

pressed against her shimmering pussy. His penis penetrated quickly. No
finesse as he had before, this was an overwhelming craving. Lust sprouted
while he pumped his cock deep within. His width still stretched, his length
pressed against her womb and she wanted so desperately to hold him there.

“More…” Her body was tempestuous. She had no idea why she felt so

desperate to feel his cum inside her. Maybe it had something to do with the
procreation process, but her skin was aflame with lust. “Please, Carrick, more.”
There was no want. This was a desperate necessity.

His thrusts increased, his balls slapped against her flesh and she

grabbed his ass cheeks. She squeezed them as her eyes closed, savoring the
feel of this untamed romp. “Carrick!”

His cock shivered and his sperm shot from his hole into her body.

Brook gasped, her lungs froze, and her entire existence paused in that moment.
The sound of their heartbeats rapidly became louder and she focused on that.

She wanted desperately to gasp for much needed oxygen as he climaxed and
then the world bloomed before her eyes. Her body quivered and her lungs
expanded, she could see the brightest blue water before it faded and then
Brook was staring into her fairy man’s beautiful eyes.

There were no words; neither of them had to speak. They snuggled

beside the waterfall and silently watched it churn. It wasn’t until her
overheated body began to chill and her breathing returned to normal that she
glanced at him. “Adara.” She smiled. “I had a dream about the city, filled with
happy children and our little girl, named Adara.”

Carrick’s mouth remained opened but no words formed. She kissed his

cheek and stared back at the waterfall. “Brook…that’s the fairy Goddess’s
name…”

Well, that was a twist she didn’t see coming. Her lips parted, but she

decided nothing would explain her confusion or absolute exhilaration. She
clasped his hand, twined their fingers and watched the falls.

****
When his king flew into the sky with his new, naked queen, Thame

thought it best to leave them to their intimacy. He had no interest in voyeurism
and settled on walking the grounds. The trolls should be gone for the time
being but he would rather be positive his king and now queen were safe.

Besides there was no reason to think of how lonely he really was, and

kicking troll ass seemed to conquer those thoughts. He grabbed his sword and
flew above the fairy kingdom that was so depressingly barren. The thick petals
of the sunflowers parted, pollen scattered and soon the dome glided passed. He
landed silently beside the willow tree.

His eyes scanned the area quickly but thoroughly. He settled beneath

the tree, his back against the rough bark and his thoughts on women. Then
again, he was a healthy male fairy; his thoughts were usually on women. Now,
maybe Brook would conceive then he could stay up here and search for his
own woman.

He heard the flutter of wings and stood while turning his head. The sky

remained empty, it was a little late for any fairy to be roaming and that alone
brought the hairs on the back of his neck to a stand. He sniffed the air. He was
hearing things, or whatever made that noise was down wind. Thame stood on
full alert, his knees bent, and his wings out. He slowly, cautiously stepped
toward the dome. The first thing he would do is check on the king and queen
then find out what…

Thame stilled, he felt it - the eyes of a predator were upon him. He

swung the blade but was not prepared for the attacker to move up and flip over
his head. Trolls could accomplish no such move.

Whatever or whoever it was landed silently and nailed him in the head

with a punishing blow. He called out as the darkness quickly crept into his
vision. He had to protect the king and queen. He had to warn then that danger
lurked.

His body hit the ground. Nausea spun his world and then he felt the

unbearable agony of a blade ripping through his wings. He didn’t even have
time to scream before his body was painfully ravaged and then the darkness
thankfully stole his consciousness.

****
Carrick awoke to the sweet scent of his queen, and the wonderful

feeling of her safe in his arms. He opened his eyes to the waterfall and could
not believe the previous night had, in fact, happened. She could be carrying his
child this moment.

The fact that she dreamt of a little one, their baby named Adara, blew

his mind. If they had a girl from this union, it would indeed be a sign of a
momentous future for them. He kissed her cheek, lifted her as she slowly
stirred and gently flew her back to their bedchamber.

The kingdom, as always this time of night, was silent. Only the critters

stirred and even they did not dare alert any predators of their existence. He
held her gently as he aimed for his palace. No, their palace.

The balcony doors were of course open, something he would have to

change. It would be unsafe for them to continue their routines. The trolls
seemed to be more determined than ever to bring down the fairy kingdom and
a child, the first fairy child in a long time, must be protected.

Of course, this brought his mind to the other problem, Valen. He was

not likely a man she would easily forget about. He prayed to the Goddess that
the wingless bastard would forget her. He placed her carefully in bed, and she
smiled up at him with a sweet kiss on his jaw before moving beneath the fluffy
covers.

“Sir…”
He turned quickly, no sword in hand which was big issue being naked

around Brook all the time. He hadn’t even heard the fairy. “What is it, Keyn?”

“Thame never returned from the surface last night…” His words were

chilling. “Whisper went to find him….sir…” The fairy looked away, a mix of
anger and tears in his eyes. “All they found were his bloody wings.”

“Sweet Goddess…” He glanced back at the sleeping Brook with rising

terror and flew off to recover his missing fairy.

The End

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