The Ravaged Fairy (20 page)

“Wick makes them.”

“Mr. Horny made these?” The word shot out
like rapid fire, and she silently groaned before glancing at the pair of eyes
that were now staring at her.

“Iníon.” There was disapproval in her
voice already.

“What did he do now?” Thame sounded
annoyed.

“Just...” She tried to think faster. “He’s
just overly friendly, but I set him straight.” Overly friendly because of her
lost panties, but she kept her mouth shut about that revelation.

“Wick will flirt with anything and
everything,” Thame mumbled and shook his head.

Breena immediately looked away from Gran
even though she felt those eyes and watched Thame lean in to open the door. She
was giddy and could hardly contain her excitement as she stepped through the doorway.

It opened to a large room. The fireplace
caught her attention first. It was huge, unlit but still spectacular. There was
scrollwork along its brick edge and a painted portrait of several fairies
standing beside a big willow tree. There was a brown rug in this room. It look
fluffy enough to sleep on and a giant couch big enough to hold a rugby team. Hand
woven tapestries were on the walls and Breena walked up to each one. They
showed battles, lovers waving in the top of towers, female fairies carrying
their babes through a field of clovers and Breena stopped short at the last one.
It looked well taken care of, no dust, bright colors that barely faded. It
depicted a king and queen on a throne with bowing, smiling fairies dancing
around them. It was so beautiful, she was taken by surprise.

“My mother used to create tapestries.” He
was right beside her, his voice low and slightly cracked.

“They’re stunning.” Beyond that, but she
couldn’t explain the beauty before her eyes. What was it with mothers and heartbreak?
Gran cleared her throat and they turned to see her glaring. “I know, I know...wondering.”

Abigail snorted before walking into
another room, Breena and Thame followed.

This room was a big kitchen that looked
like it hadn’t been updated since the 1800’s. Gran looked like she stepped
right into an angel’s muscular arms. She fawned over this and that like a schoolgirl.
The window showed the path they just walked and it was huge. A table was before
that, wooden, and one chair. Breena frowned, why did he only have a single chair?
She turned to the back door and glanced casually through the glass plane at the
middle.

It was the beginning of a gorgeous garden.
She opened the door and stepped into a paradise of colors and fragrances. There
were patches of clovers and lavender, plump strawberries rose from the ground
with healthy green leaves protecting them from the chill in the air. The path
was made of planks of wood, she followed the winding turns and stopped at a
small alcove. There was a bench here with a trellis overhead and two piles of
dirt to the side. What else was he building? She was curious and excited. This
was a dream garden, a perfect house and her heart lurched. She wanted to stay
here, there was no longer a desire to return home. This was home. It had Thame
and a garden she could proudly walk through. This was a dream come true but
that didn’t include the fact she wasn’t asked to stay here. What if he never
asked? What if he expected her to return home without him?

“Do you like it?” Thame stepped from the
house alone. His arms folding across his wide chest as he leaned against the
gray stones.

“It’s amazing.” She’d never seen anything
so perfect, well, with the exception of Thame himself. “What else are you
building?”

“A new bed of flowers. My father taught
me and I’ve been planting all my life.”

She smiled at his tone. He must have
loved his parents very much. “What flowers?” she wanted to imagine it in case
she wasn’t here when it was finished.

He shifted quickly, using his wings to
land behind her and wrap his arms around her frame. “Well, I was thinking you
could pick them out. Once the final chill of winter is gone, they’ll bloom into
true beauties.”

Her chest constricted and it had nothing
to do with his hold. “Yeah?”

He nodded and placed his lips against her
ear. “I’m hoping you’ll stay around long enough to see it complete and maybe...a
bit longer.”

Was that an invitation? Breena shiver and
turned in his arms. “You want me to stay?”

Thame casually shook his head. “No, I
want you
and
Abigail to stay.”

Could her heart explode from emotions
because it sure as hell felt like it. She nodded and bit her bottom lip. This
could be their home, her dream was so close to fruition she was afraid to blink
and wake up from this blissful dream. “Really?”

He nodded with that sinful smile on his
lips. “I’d love for you to stay here with me.”

Breena tried not to bounce with giddiness
as the back door opened and they separated. Gran frowned at them but she was too
excited to berate. “Gran, he invited us to stay here with him.” Her frown
deepened. “Gran?” She didn’t know if she could live without Gran and her heart
pattered at the thought.

“We’ll see, Iníon,” she mumbled and
returned to the kitchen.

Now it was Breena’s turned to press her
lips together and knit her brows. Why didn’t she like Thame? Was there some
deep dark secret she missed? She returned to the house with Thame behind her.
Okay, so she may have wiggled her ass a bit more than usually with him right
behind her. The excess sex appeal resulted in her slipping on a patch of dead
clovers and falling head first into his beautiful, baby strawberries. She
squeaked, her face rushing to the hard ground but it never reached the pain
inducing ground. Instead, there was a flap of wings and Thame pulled her into
his arms. “Now those really come in handy,” she muttered, glanced at his wings
then at the few feet of air beneath them.

He smiled and placed his lips just beside
her parted ones. It was chaste kiss before he devoured her mouth with his. His
tongue was a weapon. It wreaked havoc upon her composure and sent waves of
ecstasy between her legs. His hand slid up her shirt then passed her bra until
his fingers tweaked her hard peak. Breena moaned into his kiss and wrapped her
legs around his hips. She wanted nothing more than to make love in this garden.
Thame however, pulled away and returned them to the ground. She growled in
frustration.

“As much as I crave you right now, your
Gran is still in the kitchen.”

Shite, he was absolutely right. She
nodded and together they returned to explore the rest of the house.

****

Thame waited patiently outside the King
and Queen’s chamber. There were some loud words being exchanged and an
occasional flutter of wings. He eavesdropped unintentionally and things went
quiet about ten minutes ago. The big, white door opened and his King stood
proudly before him. Did that mean the decision was made? His pulse spiked as
the king nodded.

“If she wants to meet...him it has to be
outside of the kingdom.” Carrick ground his teeth before lowering his tone and
adding, “I don’t want him anywhere near Brook.”

“Thank you...” There was a nod and Thame
walked away as the door closed. Well the decision was officially out of his
hands into Breena’s. He didn’t even know how he was going to start the process
of telling her the situation. She could now meet her long lost father if she
wanted to. Thame would be quite happy to keep those two apart. He didn’t have a
friendly relationship with the wingless fairy that kidnapped and tried to
seduce his Queen.

He came upon her room and knocked quietly,
but no one answered. Where was she? Thame was just about to check Abigail’s
room when a shadow skittered down the hall. He found his own and watched
quietly as Breena snuck down the hall to her room. What was that in her hands?
The laughter nearly bubbled out of him, the pretty panties she was trying to
hide were from their tryst on the sunflower. He had completely forgotten about
them. She stepped inside her room and he quickly pressed in behind her. Breena
gasped and swung backward. He easily caught her balled fist and pressed his
thick erection into her back. She didn’t say anything but grabbed his arm and
tugged him into the room. “And what are you doing out so late?” He grinned as
he said the words and glanced down at the material in her hand. Her cheeks
turned a pretty pink.

“Wick gave them to me.” She threw the
scraps of lingerie and covered her face with both hands. “Shite, now that was
embarrassing and then he offered to sleep with me.”

“He’s just sick of using his hand to
quench his lust.” Thame snorted then he locked eyes with her. “Did you want...him?”

It seemed to take forever for her mouth
to open and words to form. Was she attracted to the other fairies?

“No way!” she shook her head vehemently.

He began to breathe again, his cock stirred
in his jeans as she sat on the bed. “You’re sure? I don’t like to share my
women but if you ever wanted to...” He would do anything for her.

“Without a doubt, no.”

“Does that mean you’re going to be only
mine?” He stepped slowly toward her, lowered his head as he advanced.

“Thame’s woman...it does have a nice ring
to it.” She giggled as he lunged and slid over the sheets. He heard a squeak
before she fell beside the bed.

The woman was forever falling. Her head
popped up with a big grin on her flushed face. “Does that mean you’ll stay
here?” He tried to keep the serious tone low, but she lifted a brow. “It’s not
safe for you to return home.” He stepped toward her. “The fire destroyed most
of it.” Another large step. “I’d like you to stay with me.” One more step and
he stood in front of her. “Well, I’d like for you to stay in my home with me.”

She seemed stunned for a moment, her eyes
going wide and her lips parting without sound.

There was the smallest of nods that
shoved his heart into overdrive. Was that a yes? “You don’t have to stay, I
could help rebuild your home and visit you. It’d be dangerous with the trolls...”

“I want to stay.” The words rushed out,
and she smiled. “I really, really want to stay.”

A let out a breath and leaned closer. “Good
because I love waking up with you in my arms.” Her gaze softened and when he
pressed his lips against hers, there was no resistance. The kiss was soft and
sensual, a glide of tongues and wet lips as Thame tucked her body against his. He
still had to tell her about her father, but at the moment, he couldn’t possibly
ruin this special moment. “Breena...” he whispered her name and lifted her off
the carpet. His lips recaptured hers and he tried his damndest not to bump into
any walls or ceilings on the way out. He didn’t know where to go, he just
needed to be alone with her. Thame needed to touch and taste her sweet body.

Breena broke the kiss, her lips boldly
pressing against his jaw. They were little pecks that made his skin tingle as
they rose higher in the sky. He flew them to the waterfall, keeping her close
as he landed. She was still placing little kisses on his face and neck that
made his heart swell.

The water swished and gurgled. The glint
of a blade caught his attention. He spun around, dropped Breena away from the
danger and drew his blade just as the bastard struck. A sharp pain sliced
through his arm but he ignored the throbbing wound and swung as hard as he
could. His sword pierced flesh, ripped through a troll’s torso and the thing
fell without a sound. How had the nasty fucker even gotten that close? He
shouted, prayed silently that Whisper wasn’t far away and turned to the other
two that came from the nearest shadows. There was no chance of fighting them as
a sharp female cry sounded from behind.

He swung around too late. Breena was on
her knees with a blade pressed against the delicate skin of her throat. Thame
instantly stilled. He could not tear his gaze away from her. She wasn’t wide-eyed
and fearing for her life. She glanced behind him then at his face. Once, twice,
three times and he had a feeling there were exactly three trolls behind him.
That was his woman, his amazing woman.

“We want Queen.” It hissed.

Another blade was placed at his back and
a shiver of fear slid up his spine. Memories of their blade slicing through his
wings made sweat bead on his forehead. “...and how do you propose I do that?”

“Get her. Bring here and you get this one.”
He wiggled Breena slightly and the blade broke skin.

He wanted to shout, to kill, to destroy
and torture as that bright red drop of blood slid down his woman’s creamy neck.
Instead, he took a breath and nodded. “Fine, I’ll go get her.”

The thing narrowed its beady eyes. “You
get Queen.”

“Yes,” he stated simply and dropped his
sword to the brown grass. “You don’t touch her, and I’ll give you the queen.”

It seemed to be debating his honesty. “No
lie or we kill her slow.”

Thame held his ground even as Breena
struggled against the creature. The thing shoved her to its side and slammed its
open palm against her face. His body jerked just as hers did. She looked from
Thame to the disgusting creature before her. Stay calm, he prayed. If she just
stayed calm, he’d be able to distract them and pull the fuckers eyeballs from
his socket then chop off each of its gnarly fingers. Of course, Brenna did no
such thing.