The Ravaged Fairy (15 page)

Fear reared its ugly head. Why the hell
was she so nervous of sex? Thame had been nothing but gentle. Breena pressed
her eyes tighter, held her breath as cool air fanned her panties. The unknown was
what scared her. What if it hurt? What if he was too rough? What if she hated
sex? The romance novels portrayed such romantic trysts, but would that even
come close to real life?

“Breathe...” Thame spoke quietly and she
took his advice, taking a deep breath she didn’t know she held. “I just want to
touch you.”

She nodded. Panic made the motions choppy.
His fingertips slipped under the rim of her panties, his palm was warm as he
pressed against her stomach. Breena actually jumped when his fingers touched
her pussy.

“Breena, I will never hurt you.”

She nodded again, feeling utterly foolish.
Thame had not given her one reason to be afraid, sure, he lied once about the
whole being human thing, but she did understand the reasons. His finger touched
her clit and she nearly jumped from the bed. She would have if his leg hadn’t swooped
over one of hers and his other hand anchored in her hair.

“Keep your thighs open.” He spoke
directly into her ear.

Oh, right, she forgot about that. Breena
opened her legs and his hand slithered lower. His fingers found that extended
nub and circled it. Breena’s world collided with pure gratification. He circled
again, swirling over the most sensitive area of her body.

The orgasm was so close she couldn’t
control the movement of her hips or the raspy groan from her lips. He didn’t
give up either, Thame circled her clit until that orgasm shot straight to her
heart and made the world explode. All her muscles tensed, she couldn’t breathe
as pleasure flooded and slowly, ever so slowly began to fade.

When her breath returned to normal and
her heart stopped hammering a mile a minute, Breena opened her eyes. He wasn’t
staring between her legs or her exposed breasts. Thame gazed at her face, that
beautiful rare smile on his face.

“Sweet Goddess, you are so beautiful.”

Breena blushed more, if that was even
possible. His hand rested against her crotch and he lowered his head to swirl
his tongue against her chilled nipple. She wanted to say something but no words
would form and then his hand slipped even lower. His fingertip was at her
entrance. “Thame,” she whispered his name and he lost contact with her nipple
to kiss her lips. His finger entered, slowly penetrating her body.

The pain she feared was lost in the swarm
of enchantment. His entire finger entered her and it was so incredible, she
closed her eyes to concentrate on the feeling. It pushed through unused muscle,
stretched them in a pleasant way before retreating.

“I want your clothes off.” His voice was
different, deep and growled.

Before she could protest, although that
wasn’t likely to happen, he sat up and tugged her jeans down her legs. Her breaths
were gasps as he knelt before her and clasped each leg to expose her center.
She still had on her pink panties but they were pretty much sheer. He gazed
between her legs like a man lost and naked in the Harem’s palace.

Thame reached up and grabbed her breasts,
kneading them in his big hands. “I want you in these all the time,” he muttered
with a pinch to her nipples. “I want all different colors over your pretty
parts.”

Had the heat just clicked on? Why was she
suddenly five times hotter after he growled those words? He shifted, laid
between her legs and she shut her eyes from nerves. His face was inches away
from her wet flesh, and she couldn’t bare the sight. What was he thinking? When
would she get to see his good bits? His hands landed on her thighs and pressed
them even further apart, spreading wider than she thought possible until he
rubbed his cheek against her crotch. A shiver racked her body. His mouth fell
over the panties directly above her clit.

 He sucked and her body flew into a storm
of emotions. She couldn’t control the movement of her hips. They lifted to get
closer and her fingers slid through his silky golden locks. They scattered,
teasing her thighs as he released her overwhelmed bud. Thame took one look at
her face and then used his teeth to pull the panties aside.

“Holy shite.” His breath feathered across
her bare skin, and she wanted to explode again. He stared at the hairless area
with a slow grinning smile. Now his mouth was directly on her and excitement
overcame the nerves.

His lips parted, he leaned closer and his
tongue swiped across the little bud. She couldn’t breathe, forgotten how as an orgasm
so intense formed. She could only hear her heart thumping and the pleasure
rushing through her veins. Her hips landed on the bed, and she gasped. The
books didn’t come close to explaining oral sex. Her pussy was on fire. She
thought for sure he was done and she was a little anxious to glimpse his good
bits. Instead of letting her up, he captured her bud between his teeth and
tugged.

Breena jerked up, but his hands pushed
her back down. That hurt but it blended with pleasure and confused the shit out
of her. His tongue was now at her entrance. It circled the hole as her fingers
dug into his scalp. His tongue entered, the wet appendage parted her flesh and
stabbed until she squeezed her inner muscles for more.

“Thame!” She was going to burst and take
him with her. Her legs stretched further apart. She needed more. She wanted
more. “Please.” The words slipped from her lips and his tongue began a slow
torturous rhythm. In and out it drove. His fingers rushed across her clit but
not fast enough to bring her over the edge. He tasted her, moaning like he
hadn’t eaten in days and she was all the more thrilled. Goose bumps rose all
over her body. His tongue lifted to her clit and began stroking.

His fingers were at her entrance now. Two
of them pierced and then a piercing pain shot from her pussy. She gasped, tried
to pull away, but he wouldn’t let her budge. Instantly she knew she was no
longer a virgin.

That was it then. Virginity was forever
gone. Good riddance. Another gasp tore through her thoughts as three fingers
began to wiggle their way inside her tight channel. Pain blended with pleasure,
his mouth took a hold of her clit and worked her bud until sheer lust ruled her
every breath.

Then another orgasm tore through her body.
Endorphins surged, bliss touched her like the bite of a winter storm and she
collapsed while trying to desperately to catch her breath. He didn’t move as
she lay there. Made no attempt to mount her. He simple removed his fingers and
rose to lie beside her. Thame sprinkled little kisses on her breast. “Are you
well?”

She snorted. “You could say that.” She
hadn’t expected so much from intimacy. Still the question nagged and she really
wanted to tear away his jeans to see all of him. He would probably look amazing
naked, all his muscles and that thick penis jutting. She felt it against her
and could only imagine the girth, it scared the freaking crap out of her but
she still wanted to see it.

“I want to taste you again, when you’re
spread open on the top of a sunflower.”

Breena swallowed hard, that was a whole
lot different from the privacy of this room.

“And in my home, my bed...my garden...when
it’s finished.” He kissed her neck.

“You have a garden.” He nodded but didn’t
continue. His tongue latched onto her nipple and sent flares of pleasure
between her legs. She was too exhausted to have another orgasm, wasn’t she? Breena
bit her bottom lip, maybe one more or two. She grinned and brushed her fingers
through his golden strands. They looked amazing tangled with her black locks. His
hand was between her legs in an instant, rubbing the panties against her clit
and causing her body to jerk.

“I love that.”

“What?”

“The way you instantly want more. The way
your cheeks flush a pretty pink. The feel of your pussy around my fingers.” He
pushed the panties aside and slid a finger deep inside her as he spoke. “I love
everything about you.”

There was a sudden sharp slam against the
door. They both jerked their head toward it. “Trolls!” A voice yelled and then
the fast flutter of wings.

“Shite.” Thame pulled his fingers from
her and rushed off the bed as she said the curse. She wanted more time with him.
She wanted to see his good bits, damn it!

 ***

Thame wanted to shout with frustration.
He finally had her under his hands and relaxed. Next time, he was taking her to
a secluded place and locking the door for good measure. There would, without a
doubt, be a next time. Breena was his woman. Thame didn’t care if she was part
fairy or troll or horned monster from the depths of hell, his heart and soul had
already chosen her.

Breena was dressed by the time he shoved
on his sword belt and hid a few knives on his person. She was opening the door
just as Abigail rushed toward it. They hugged, suspended by a moment of emotion
that Thame longed to be a part of. He liked the old woman despite her earlier
threats. She was tough, wise and would make one hell of family member. A family.
If all went well he’d have his own family. He never thought he would have such
an amazing thing. Thame stumbled and nearly collided with the embracing women.

“What? Is clumsiness catching?” Abigail
muttered.

“I’ve got them!” Bray turned the corner
her sword out and her lips pressed tightly together in a look of determination.
“You watch my man’s back.” There was no debating that fact.

He nodded and turned to Breena. “She’ll
kill anything before it gets close to you. Stay here. I will return.”

Breena nodded but Abigail stepped up to
him. “I may be part troll, but I hate them. Kick their ass.”

He smiled at her feisty tone and nodded. “You
should meet Whisper.” Thame snorted then took off down the hallway, his wings
making the speed quick and effortless. When he burst out the door his sword
gripped firmly the sounds of battle were unmistakable. Thick blades clashed and
shouts accompanied screeches. The smell of blood was fresh in the breeze. He
took off toward the sky, anger simmering in his blood as the memories assaulted.
Trolls had been nothing but a problem. It was time they solved this.

He broke the surface and discovered his
friends fighting a large cluster of trolls. They came out of the forest in
groups of five and targeted one fairy together. The fucking trolls were getting
smarter. He landed beside the king, who was flanked by Flance and Mord. They
fought valiantly, but Thame would turn the tides.

He slashed downward. Instantly his first
kill. One leapt from behind, but he was faster. His sword swung wide and nicked
its torso. There was no time for mercy and he stabbed forward to end its life.
The next lunge with the blade missed its target.

The troll in question ducked low and
tumbled to the other side faster than Thame though it could. It was of no
consequence. He pulled the knife from his belt and threw; it landed in the wiggly
trolls head with a flat thud.

Hands grabbed onto his bare foot and
sharp teeth tore flesh from the top of it. Blood splattered up his leg. He
jerked his foot free of the hungry mouth and flipped over the troll, his wings
kept him above the ground as his sword sliced across its back. It hissed,
turned and Thame drew the tip over the sensitive skin at his neck. Its eyes
went wide and blood spurted on his jeans. A piercing sound rang in the air,
several screeches at once and he turned to see a group of ten trolls running
with their hands in the air from the forest.

Thame could only grin. Whisper had
arrived. The blue blur flew from the tree line and within a few moments, the war
cries were gurgling gasps of a creature’s last breath. He rammed into the
nearest group that had surrounded the man he swore to keep safe. Flance jumped
into the sky as they fell around them. Thame took his place, slicing until his
blade was drenched with blood.

When this crowd was dead or dying, he
took to the sky and joined Mord. Revenge filled his blood. They dared to cut
off his
wings
. They would pay with their lives. He swooped over the
group Mord was currently keeping at bay with swings of his sword. Thame kicked
two in the head, wincing at his forgotten foot wound then flipped upside down.
With his feet in the air, he used his sword in a wide arc to slice all the
trolls in the immediate area. Then finished the flip and landed on the ground.
The sun was rising in the sky and making him squint. Two trolls rushed at him,
he jerked back to avoid a sword, ducked and aimed back to take out the one
trying to sneak up behind him.

He finished both of them with his slick
blade and an extreme sense of right. This was the revenge he sought and he kept
his king safe. There could be no better outcome to a battle. Thame turned and
first checked on the King who finished the last troll. Flance and Mord were by
his side. Wick emerged from behind the willow tree, his sword dripped their
enemies blood. A screech rang out and he spun around to see Keyn pull his knife
out of a troll’s lifeless body. He gave a nod of his head before the blue blur
emerged from the shadows. They were all unscathed. A victory it was. So why did
the King stare around with his face scrunched in thought.

“Why did they attack?” he spoke. His hand
still gripped his sword firmly. “There were three of us up here. Why did they
bother to attack?”