The Fairy Tales Collection (8 page)

“Hello,” she said steadily.

“I saw you dancing in there.  You got some
good moves.”

“Thank you,” she replied.  She started
forward and then stopped abruptly when two more men came out of the bar.

“You’re very pretty,” the man said.  “Did
you know that?”

“Yes, I do know,” she said shortly. 
“Excuse me, please.  My friends are waiting for me.”

“Now hold on.  We were thinking that maybe
you would like to get to know us a little better,” the man said softly. 

Rowan studied him silently.  He was good
looking in a frat-boy kind of way and his khaki pants and crisp white shirt
stuck out like a beacon among the more casual dress of the other pub patrons.

“No thanks,” she said.

The man blinked at her before glancing at
his friends.  “You’re turning me down?”

“I am.”

He scowled at her.  “My friends and I are
new to town but we know who you are.”

“Who am I?”  Rowan asked.

“You’re the slutty little waitress who’ll
open her legs for any man who looks twice at her,” the man said.  “You’re
nothing but a little whore.”

Rowan rolled her eyes.  “I get that you
think calling me a slut and a whore is an insult but it really isn’t.  I like
fucking and I’m not ashamed of it.”

“You like fucking so much but you won’t
even give me a chance?”  The man said sullenly.

“Because I prefer real men between my legs,
not pretty boys like you.  Boys like you are a dime a dozen.  I know you think
your dick is God’s gift to women but I’ve got standards, sweetheart.”

She dropped her gaze to his crotch. 
“Anything less than eight inches and I’m just not interested so I’m afraid the
four and a half inches you’re so proud of just isn’t going to do it for me.”

The man’s mouth dropped open and he glared
at her.  “You got a real smart mouth for a slut.”

“Sluts can be smart too,” Rowan said
cheerfully.  “Now you and your little friends go back inside before you do
something you’ll regret.”

“You smart-mouthed little bitch,” the man
snarled as he darted forward and reached for her.  “I’m about to teach you a
lesson you’ll never – “

He stopped, his face paling and his breath
rushing out of his mouth in a loud groan as Rowan punched him on the right
side, her fist driving under his ribs.  He started to bend over and Rowan,
grinning widely, delivered two quick, hard blows to his face.  His nose broke
with a sickening crack and he howled loudly before staggering back and falling
to the ground.  Blood gushed down his face and he cupped his wounded nose
before staring wide-eyed at her.

“What the fuck did you just do?” One of his
friends said in a quiet little voice.

“Well, first I punched him in the liver and
then I broke his nose,” Rowan said.  She smiled at the two men and spread her
feet slightly before raising her fists to chest level.  “Which one of you would
like to be next to have his ass kicked?”

The men started forward and another rush of
adrenaline went through Rowan.  She took a deep breath and frowned when the men
stopped abruptly.  The one gave the other a look of fear and, moving jerkily,
they dragged their fallen friend to his feet and pulled him toward the door of
the pub.  They yanked the door open and stumbled inside, slamming the door
behind them

Rowan lowered her hands before snorting
loudly, “Pussies.”

She shook her aching right hand and eyed
the already-swelling knuckles.  “Fuck, that hurts.”

Movement flickered on her left and she
turned her head, her breath escaping from her mouth in a soft little wheeze.  A
wolf, his dark grey fur rippling in the light breeze, was standing next to
her. 

“Oh shit,” she whispered. 

The wolf, he was so big he would have been
taller than her if he stood on his hind legs, stared silently at her.  His
green eyes glowed in the moonlight and Rowan, her legs feeling as weak and useless
as cooked spaghetti, stumbled back.  Her lower back hit the front bumper of a
truck and she made another quiet moan as the wolf started toward her.  He was
standing in front of her and blocking her path to the door of the pub before
she could even think of running.  She sank to her butt, holding her injured
hand in front of her, with the vague idea that perhaps she could slide under
the vehicle.  She started to inch down and the wolf growled low in his throat. 
She froze, her mouth trembling and tears sliding down her cheeks as the wolf
bent its massive head.

“Good puppy,” she whispered.  “Please don’t
eat me.”

She made a breathless shriek when the wolf
brushed his wet nose across her cheek.  His tongue licked her skin and he
whined quietly before sitting on his haunches.  Even sitting, he towered above
her and she stared wide-eyed at him, her breath heaving in and out of her lungs
in harsh pants as the wolf whined again before dipping his head and licking at
her wounded hand.

“Good puppy,” she whispered again.  The
wolf stared steadily at her and she raised one badly-trembling hand and lightly
brushed the thick fur of its cheek.  It didn’t move and she trailed her hand
down its neck before patting it tentatively on the white patch of fur on its
chest.

“Good boy,” she said.  “Um, that’s a good
wolf.”

He suddenly grinned at her and at the sight
of all those very large, very sharp teeth, she pressed her body back against
the truck, her head banging painfully against the bumper.  The wolf cocked his
head before leaning forward and licking her cheek again.

She brushed her hand along the fur of his
chest and he nudged her face with his head.  He stood and glanced up at the
moon before barking once.  She flinched and the wolf gave her a weirdly
embarrassed look before loping across the parking lot and into the woods behind
the pub.

“What the fuck just happened?”  Rowan asked
quietly.  The low sound of the wind was her only reply and, her legs still
shaking, she climbed to her feet and staggered toward the pub.

* * *

“You’re going home with Bennett Saxby?” 
Ella gave her a look of disbelief and Belle nodded.

“Yes.  Are you ready to go home?  If you
aren’t, I’ll pay for your cab.”

“Belle, what are you doing?”  Ella asked.

“I’m going home with Bennett.”

“I know that, I just wonder if you’ve
thought this through.  Earlier this evening you were convinced he was finished
with you, remember?”

“What are you two talking about?”  Rowan
had joined them and Belle wrinkled her nose at the faint scent of cigarette
smoke.

“Were you smoking, Rowan?”

Rowan gave her a guilty look.  “Just one,
Belle.”

“Rowan,” Belle said with a frown, “smoking
is really bad for you and you quit six months ago, remember?”

“Yeah, I know,” Rowan said.

Belle studied her closely before saying,
“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.”

“There’s something wrong.  Tell me.”

“Stop changing the subject, Belle,” Ella
said.  “Ro – our girl just told me she’s going home with Bennett Saxby.”

“Oh yeah?”  Rowan said distractedly.  “Good
for you, honey.”

“Rowan!”  Ella said.  “Don’t encourage
her.”

“Why not?”  Rowan said.  “What’s wrong with
a woman having a night of sex with a man she’s into?”

“There’s nothing wrong with it.”  Ella’s
gaze flickered to where Bennett and Duncan were standing.

Rowan followed her gaze and smiled a little. 
“Maybe you should leave Belle’s decision making to her and find your own fun
tonight with Duncan.”

“I am not interested in Duncan Gillis,”
Ella said heatedly.  “I hate that guy.”

“Yeah, so you keep saying,” Rowan said. 
She brushed her hand through her hair and Belle frowned when she winced.

“What’s wrong with your hand?” 

She grabbed Rowan’s wrist and studied her
swollen knuckles as Bennett and Duncan started toward them.  “What happened?”

“I was out in the back parking lot and a
few frat boys decided they wanted me to show them a good time.  I changed their
minds when I broke the lead frat boy’s nose.”

“You broke someone’s nose?”  Duncan,
standing so closely to Ella his arm brushed against her shoulder, glanced at
Rowan’s hand.  “How the hell did a little thing like you break someone’s nose?”

Rowan glared at him.  “I’m not a fragile
little girl, jackass.”

“Never said you were, Ro,” he said with an
easy grin.  “Just curious, that’s all.”

“My grandmother taught me to box when I was
a teenager,” she said.

“Damn, I need to meet your grandmother,”
Duncan said.

“Are you ready, Belle?”  Bennett took her
hand and squeezed it lightly.

“Yes.  But I drove Rowan and Ella here so I
need to give them some cash to take a cab home.  Does this place have an ATM?”

“I can drive them home,” Duncan said
immediately.  He smiled at Ella and she stepped away from him before putting
her arm around Rowan’s shoulders.

“We’ll take a cab home.”

“I’m fine with Duncan driving us home,”
Rowan said immediately.

Ella gave her a pointed look.  “It’s not
polite of us to keep Duncan here longer than he wants to.”

“I’m ready to go home,” Rowan said.

Ella took a closer look at the redhead. 
Her pale skin was even whiter than normal and she looked tired and a little
melancholy.

“Rowan?  Honey, are you okay?  Those guys
didn’t hurt you, did they?”

Rowan shook her head.  “Nah, didn’t even
get close to me.  But I need to put some ice on my hand and I’m suddenly really
tired.  We’ll get home a lot faster if Duncan drives us.  Do you mind, Ella?”

“Of course not, honey,” Ella said before
kissing her forehead.  She turned to Duncan and gave him a stiff smile. “If
you’re sure you don’t mind we’ll get that ride home from you now.”

“I don’t mind at all, Miss Ella,” he said
before holding his hand out to her.  “Ready?”

She nodded and, ignoring his outstretched
hand, walked past him toward the door.

Belle stepped into Bennett’s house and
slipped out of her heels before placing her purse on the small side table
pushed against the wall.  Bennett dropped his keys next to it and smiled at
her.

“Thank you for the ride home, Mirabelle.”

“You’re welcome,” she said.  She was
suddenly feeling nervous and unsure.  Bennett had been quiet the entire ride
and while she was fairly certain that being quiet was just a part of his
personality, she couldn’t help wondering if he had changed his mind about
sleeping with her again.

“So, uh, did you want to, uh…”

She trailed off, her face flushing with
embarrassment, and gasped when Bennett suddenly bent and scooped her up.

“Bennett!”  She clung to his shoulders as
he strode down the dark hallway toward the staircase.  “Put me down.  You’re
going to hurt yourself.”

He laughed.  “I won’t.  You’re light as a
feather.”

“Oh please,” she said.  “We both know that
isn’t true.”

He held her a little tighter as he started
up the stairs and she patted his back timidly.  “Seriously, Bennett, put me
down.  You really shouldn’t be climbing the stairs with my entire weight.”

He shrugged.  “I like carrying you and,
besides, I’m pretty certain if I put you down you’re going to bolt for the
front door.  You’re nervous, Mirabelle.”

Now how the hell did he know that?  She
thought she was doing a remarkably good job of hiding her sudden case of the
jitters.

“I’m not going to run,” she said as he
crested the top step and took a left down the hall.  “This was my idea,
remember?”

“I remember,” he said.  “But you are
nervous and I know it’s because I hurt you earlier.”

“No it isn’t,” she said.  “Honestly, Bennett,
you need to let that go.  It really didn’t hurt that much and you’re kind of,
um, large so the odds are it’s always going to hurt a little, right?”

He shook his head.  “No, it won’t.  I
promise you, Mirabelle.”

He carried her into his bedroom and she
stared at his bed.  “My God, that’s the biggest bed I’ve ever seen.”

He set her on her feet and she shivered
delicately when he put his arm around her and caressed her stomach with his
warm hand.  “I’m a big guy.”

“I remember,” she said with a touch of
nervousness.

“I won’t hurt you again,” he said.

“I know.”  She twisted in his embrace and
put her arms around his neck.  “Kiss me, Bennett.”

“My pleasure,” he said before pressing his
mouth against hers.  Like before, the kiss was soft and infinitely gentle and
she leaned against him as he slowly rubbed her back and explored her mouth with
long, slow licks and light nips.

He pulled down the zipper of her dress and
they broke apart so he could ease it down her body.  She was feeling a little
self-conscious and uncertain as he studied her body but it disappeared the
moment his hot gaze lifted to hers.

“Bennett?”  She whispered.  “Are – are you
okay?”

His nostrils flared and he reached out and
traced the swell of her breast.  “Better than okay, Mirabelle.”

He stepped forward and kissed her again.  This
one had more than a little heat to it and she moaned into his mouth as her core
ached.  She suddenly felt feverish and restless and she tugged impatiently at
his shirt.  He stripped it over his head and she traced her hands across the
broadness of his chest, smiling when his breath hissed out between his teeth.

She suddenly needed him with a primal
desire that overpowered her nerves and she boldly took his hand and pushed it
between her thighs.  “I need you right now, Ben.”

His eyes flashed and he pressed his fingers
against her for one brief, heartstopping moment before he pulled his hand away.

“Bennett,” she pouted and he grinned at
her.

“We’re going slow, remember, Mirabelle?”

“I’ve changed my mind,” she said before
reaching down and stroking his thick cock through his jeans.  “I don’t want it
slow.  I like it hard and fast.”

He muttered a curse before taking her hand
and pushing it to her side.  “Let’s try slow first before you make your
decision.”

“I can’t wait,” she complained as he
reached behind her and unfastened her bra.  She helped him remove it and smiled
smugly when he made a low groan.  “And you can’t either.”

She brushed her breasts against his naked
chest and he made another harsh groan.  “Let’s do what we both want, Bennett.”

His big hand covered her breast and he
kneaded it roughly before shaking his head.  “No, little Belle.”

She wanted to smack him.  She knew she was
being irrational but dammit her body was practically on fire and he knew it. 
Before she could complain again, Bennett lifted her and she automatically
wrapped her legs around his waist.  He kissed her throat as he carried her to
the bed and she giggled when he dropped her on the bed and she bounced on the
firm mattress.

Her giggles dried up when he stripped off
his jeans and briefs and she had her second look at his cock.  It was bigger
than she remembered and she sat up and studied it carefully. 

“Can I touch it?”  She asked.

“God, yes,” he said with a touch of
amusement in his voice and she blushed softly before wrapping her hand around
him.  He was hard steel encased in velvety soft skin and she pumped him
experimentally with her hand as his hips thrust forward.

“Does that feel good?”  She couldn’t look
up at him.  She was feeling shy and nervous and worried that she was doing
something wrong.

“You have no idea how good,” he muttered.

She risked a glance upward and her breath
caught in her throat and her hand tightened around him.  The look on his face
sent an ache straight to her core and before she could lose her nerve, she bent
her head and slid her mouth over his cock.

His reaction was hot and immediate.  He
moaned hoarsely and his big hand cupped the back of her head as he pumped his
hips.  His cock filled her mouth, stretching her lips and making her feel like
she was going to choke and she immediately retreated.

“Fuck!”  He snarled.  “I’m sorry,
Mirabelle.”

“It’s fine,” she said.  “It just took me by
surprise.  Hold still, okay?”

His hand was still cupping the back of her
head and he twisted his fingers into her hair before giving a clipped nod. 
“Right.  Hold still.”

She smiled a little at the tight
desperation in his voice and this time wrapped her fingers around the base of
him to help hold him steady.  She sucked at the head of his cock as he groaned
loudly.  He had a slightly salty taste that she liked and she licked around the
ridge experimentally as his hand tightened almost painfully in her hair.  She
stroked him with her hand as she sucked again, this time taking more of him,
and lifted her gaze.  He was staring at her, his eyes dark and the strong line
of his jaw covered by his dark beard.

Beard?  He didn’t have a beard before. 
Girl, something isn’t right.

Her inner voice was a distant annoyance.  She
didn’t give one fuck about his facial hair at the moment and she shut the voice
out as she sucked firmly.  He sucked in his breath and she made a startled
squeak when he pushed her away from his cock.

“Ben?  Did I – did I do something wrong?”

“No,” he said in a tight, dark voice.  “You
were doing everything right.  I just – I was losing control.”

She smiled happily, very pleased with
herself that her first blowjob was a success, and leaned forward again.

“Fuck,” he said and stepped away before she
could suck his cock into her mouth.

“I want to try again,” she said.

He shook his head.  “Not right now, sweet
Belle.”

“Why not?”

He gave her a half-grin that was tinged
with desperation.  “Because you have no idea how you affect me.”

“But it’s my first time doing this and I
need to practice,” she said with a cheeky grin.

It was apparently the wrong thing to say.  Bennett
snarled softly and he had her flat on her back, her legs spread wide and his
large body nestled between them before she could even blink.

His fingers curled in her hair in a tight
grip and when he bit her lightly on her throat, her pelvis arched and she
gasped loudly at the erotic combination of pleasure and pain it brought forth.

“Practice?”  He said in a dangerously soft
voice.  “Who are you practicing for, Mirabelle?”

“Ben, I – “

“Do you really believe that I’ll allow you
to touch or taste or,” his eyes glittered angrily, “fuck any cock but mine?”

A hard little thrill went down her spine. 
She hated the possessive, macho bullshit act that men put on, so why the hell
was she suddenly so turned on by it?

Because it isn’t an act.  You belong to Bennett
Saxby now, Belle.  You know that, don’t you?

“No,” she whispered.  She wasn’t entirely
sure if she was answering her inner voice or Bennett, but a smug look of
satisfaction crossed his face.

“That’s right, little Belle.  You’re mine.”

He kissed her before she could protest –
and was she really going to protest belonging to the man she had loved for
eighteen damn years, anyway? – and she sucked on his tongue as he cupped her
breast and tugged at her nipple.  It hardened and she gasped into his mouth
before he pulled away and trailed kisses down over her chest.  When his mouth
closed around her nipple and pulled, she arched her back and wound her hands
into his thick hair.  He teased both her nipples with his lips and teeth until
she was crying his name and squirming beneath him. 

“Oh please, Ben, please,” she muttered
desperately.  “I want you.”

“I want you too, Mirabelle,” he said before
licking the hollow between her breasts. 

She moaned in dismay when instead of fucking
her like she wanted,
needed
, he moved down her body, kissing and licking
her smooth skin as she twisted and pleaded.

“Soon, baby,” he said.  “I want to taste
you first.”

He was between her legs now, his broad
shoulders forcing her thighs wide, and she gave him a nervous look as he pulled
her panties down her legs and dropped them on the floor.  He pressed a kiss in
her dark curls before massaging the crease between her left thigh and her pussy
with his thumb and smiled up at her.

“Don’t be nervous, little Belle.”

“I’m not,” she lied.

He grinned at her and her pleasure
skyrocketed when he rubbed the ball of his thumb against her swollen clit.  She
arched up off the bed and he pressed her down with one big hand across her
stomach.

“Hold still, Mirabelle,” he said with
another small grin as he rubbed her clit again.

She glared at him.  “Stop teasing, Ben.”

He brushed his beard against the wet lips
of her pussy and she jolted against him.

“Holy fuck!”  She muttered.  His beard was
slightly scratchy and weirdly soft at the same time and it sent tingles of heat
from her pussy to her toes.  He licked her wet lips before kissing them and she
jerked again.  “That feels so good.”

He laughed, “You haven’t felt anything yet,
little Belle.”

“What do you mean?”  She panted as he
spread her open with his thumb and forefinger.

His reply was a long, slow lick across her
clit.  She screamed, arching against the hand that still held her firmly to the
bed and she felt more than heard his low chuckle.

“Fuck!”  The word exploded from her mouth
in a harsh puff of air and she pulled hard on his hair.  “Do that again.  Right
now.”

He licked her repeatedly, his tongue
caressing her clit, and she ground her pelvis shamelessly against his face. 
His tongue was fucking magic, she decided rather hysterically.  Fucking magic
and –

Her breath caught in her throat and her
back arched again when he slid his tongue into her tight entrance.  He fucked
her with his tongue, his fingers rubbing her clit roughly and she clenched her
hands into the quilt below her and pleaded uselessly for him to make her come. 
He licked her clit again and she squealed with pleasure when he brushed the
tips of his fangs against her wet lips.

Fangs?

The errant thought disappeared when he
sucked firmly on her clit as he slid one thick finger inside of her.  She
screamed again, her body rising up off the bed as her climax exploded within
her in a dizzying rush of bone-shattering pleasure.  She pumped against his
finger, her pussy squeezing rhythmically around it and she was only dimly aware
of his loud curse before he was moving off of her.

Her legs shaking from the force of her
orgasm, she watched through half-closed eyes as he hurriedly rolled on a condom
before pushing on her legs.  She spread them wide, presenting herself to him
like a trophy for the taking and he growled loudly before kneeling between her
legs and thrusting into her.