The Ravaged Fairy (9 page)

Thame lowered and felt the shivering of
her body just as his mouth covered the bud. Her back arched, her moan disastrous
to his plans and her taste was out of this world. She may smell like fresh rain
and desire but she tasted like smooth perfection. He tugged on the bud with his
teeth, worked his mouth and sucked as she bucked beneath him. She screamed his
name, her trembling body convulsing and the sweet smell of hunger clogged the
air. Did she just orgasm? He glanced at her rapid breath, her closed eyes and
then her covered crotch. He was sure as hell going to find out. Thame reached
for her jeans, he tugged at the button just as she gasped and wrapped her hands
around his wrists.

She was going to protest, he could tell
by the furrow in her brow and the slight frown on her flushed face. “It’s okay,
Breena.” He let the jeans go, she had this hint of fear hiding behind her eyes
that he didn’t understand. It made him stop in his tracks and tighten the leash
on his rampant desire. “I’m sorry if...”

“No.” She bit her lip and sat up as he
did. “It’s just...I don’t...I mean...”

“Whatever your reason, I will respect it.”
He shifted, his cock so hard he thought it may very well break through the
metal teeth of the zipper and spring free to her gaze. What would she do when
she saw his dick? Would her eyes light up and curiosity fill them? Would she be
timid and let him teach her? Either scenario was food for his fantasies. To his
surprise, she smiled and wrapped her around him in a hug.

“That was me first...you know...with a
guy.”

“I will be your only.” His tone was sheer
dominance but he couldn’t hold back. This was his woman. The claim was made. She
only had to accept. Her body shivered against his and her breath teased the
exposed skin on his neck. He was prepared to wrap his mouth against that bared
nipple when the front door opened and a familiar chill swept the room. Company
had once again interrupted.

Breena had never been happier to have
Gran interrupt. She shoved her bra into place. Her shirt down and leapt to her
feet. She didn’t even look back as she helped with the bags in Gran’s arms. “Iníon,
are you feeling well? You look fevered.”

That would be the word to describe how
she felt. She shook her head and hid her face as she began to put the containers
away. When all was neatly tucked into the cabinets, she slipped into the
bathroom and slid to the floor. Her heart still pounded. Not only did Thame
kiss her, his mouth had been on her nipple and he’d given her an orgasm. It took
her breath away and left her numb with longing when he tugged at her jeans.
Then this overwhelming fear stole her passion. Was she ready to let a man down
there? That was a big step toward womanhood. One she was ashamed to admit she
was afraid to take. She had no idea how she’d react to sex.

Gran knocked softly on the door. “Did you
ever talk to Mr. Creegan? We have to fix that car.”

“No Gran, I forgot.” More likely was
distracted by the hot guy that made her debate virginity but she wasn’t yelling
that through the door. “I’ll go now.”

“Thank you, Iníon!”

There was the soft patter of feet leading
away from the door. Breena took a deep breath, squared her shoulders and stood.
Dealing with Creegan sounded better than looking into Thame’s eyes. He was sure
to sweep her right off her feet and out of her pants.

Mr. Creegan lived about half a mile away
in a cottage similar to theirs. His was more cramped thanks to his fertile wife
and the four teenage boys known as the terrors of Inis Mór. They usually kept
their antics for the tourist, so Breena walked angrily down the long dirt path
toward their house. How dare they break Gran’s windows. She was going to give
them a piece of her pissed-off mind. Green grass and rock walls filled her
vision on either side of the house along with a thick tree reaching awkwardly
toward the sea like a mighty hand. She pounded her closed fist on the red door.

Mr. Creegan was short enough that even
she looked awkwardly down at him. His head sprouted thin gray hair and a thick
black mustache hiding the upper lip of his smile. “Breena! How nice ta see ye.”

That smile went to his eyes and it was a
complete mystery how he could father four terrible boys. Then again, Emma, his
wife was the size of a female wrestler with a temperament to match. “Hello Mr.
Creegan. How’s Mrs. Creegan and yourself?”

“Oh, Emma’s just fine.” he shifted and
gestured for her to come in. “We went to Doc Clarid’s a few days ago and found
out we have another one on the way.”

Oh dear lord, the world cannot handle
another Creegan boy. “Congratulations,” was all she said.

“She is determined ta have a girl before
either of us turns fifty.”

He closed the door with small but firm
hands. The soft click made Breena clear her throat in the stifling room. It was
filled with toys, train sets, knitting material, books, three couches and a big
TV. Along with two fat black cats, that eyed her with predatory twitches of
their tails. “Gran wanted me to ask you to look at the car when you got a
chance...” she wanted to finish this and talk to the boys. Standing here with
the sweet Mr. Creegan made it hard for her blood to continue to simmer in anger.

His smile faltered. “When is that little
lady going ta spend some money on a new car? And I thought ye were heading ta
the main land fer some schooling?”

Brenna shifted from foot to foot. “Who
knows, on both questions.” She smiled as he snorted. The man’s happy demeanor
could improve anyone’s day.

“Well, tell ye Gran I’ll be over tamorrow.
Emma is away on her holidays and I can’t leave this place ta the boys. They’d
burn it down in half an hour.”

She didn’t doubt that. Breena heard the
raucous laughter outside and tilted backward to peek through the only window in
the room. Sure enough, the terrors were running up the way straight for a gnarly
tree. “Well thanks Mr. Creegan.” He nodded with another one-lipped smile, and
she found her way out quickly adding one more friendly wave before shutting the
door.

The four red headed brats were cursing as
one of them, Robin, scrambled up the tree trying to explain why he was holding
hands with Mary Beth at school. “Creegan boys! You get down here right now.”
Their heads wiped around and their eyes instantly jerked to the ground.

“What ‘er ya blaming us fer now?” the
oldest, Nathan, muttered.

“You give me one good reason I shouldn’t
upset your poor da by telling him what you’ve done!” Breena ground her teeth.

“We didn’t do nothing!” the youngest
chimed.

“
Táimid innocent
!” Eric added an
innocent plea in Irish.

“You’re going to stand there and tell me
you didn’t throw a bone at our window? That you didn’t shatter the glass and
nearly harm us?” Their faces paled and a sliver of doubt formed in her head.

“We would never do that to ya! Your Gran
has always snuck us cookies and been real nice,” the youngest sputtered.

“Besides we been down by the town trying
to get money from the tourists.” The boy in the tree mumbled as he made his way
to the ground.

They were lying. They had to be. Who else
would do such a thing?

“We swear it, Breena.” The young, and in
her opinion the only one not rotten to the core, said in his little voice.

“You boys better not be lying.” She
frowned. Why did she believe them? They did sound sincere but then who smashed
their window? The frown settled onto her features as she walked away. Uncertainty
filled her stomach, and she rushed down the drive. The need to return home was
suddenly heavy in her heart.

****

Thame wrapped the lavender smelling cloth
around his swollen ankle, lowered his pant leg and laid supine on the bed. He
raised his hands and rested his head atop them with a soft sigh. His mind was
rampant with thoughts about the kingdom, about leaving Breena and it disturbed
him how close he valued both. A woman had never taken hold of his heart to
tightly or so quickly. Of course, she wasn’t a woman, yet. Sure, she had the
curves but he was going to be the one to break that boundary and bring her to
womanhood with a scream of pleasure.

The sun was beginning to set. Shadows
beneath the door grew. He tilted his head to stare through his door and into
the kitchen. The window there reflected his suspicion. Night approached. He
wasn’t alone. Breena’s Gran entered the bathroom some time ago and the rush of
water sounded through the old pipes. He wanted her to stay in there for hours
so when Breena returned he could wrap his arms around her and spend hours
kissing those sweet lips. Why couldn’t he seem to get enough of her?

There was a thump, it sounded like the
back door that lead to Breena’s bedroom. Had she returned that way or did
trouble finally find him?

“And we expected to find you screaming at
the troll’s hands instead of lying with a smile in a willing woman’s bed.”

Chapter Seven

The voice was so familiar but unexpected
Thame blinked twice before sitting up. Flance stood in the door with his wings
displayed proudly and a grin from ear to ear.

“Sweet Goddess!” Bray sounded behind
Flance and shoved him over so she could run into his opening arms.

They’d found him. He hugged her as tight
as he could and closed his eyes in relief. He was no longer the lost fairy.

“Thame!” she mumbled against his chest as
her butt landed on the rickety bed.

He felt her hands roam his back before
she locked eyes and her hard features turned soft.

“I’m well,” he assured her with a tight
smile

“We found your wings man.” Flance
maneuvered his wings through the door.

A ping of jealous surfaced but he quickly
shoved it down. His wings were already growing back; there was no need to be
envious when they had come to rescue him.

“So, you ready to come home?” She renewed
the hug.

Was he ready? He had a king and queen to
protect, a war to fight, and a score to settle with the trolls. He stood on
shaky feet and leaned heavily on Bray who just hugged him closer.

“I can’t believe the mighty Thame let a
few trolls capture him.” Flance said with a smug grin.

 His quip was a low blow, but he knew
they were meant good-naturedly. The words brought memories crashing in and his voice
was thick with emotion as he spoke. “It wasn’t a troll.” The room settled into
silence.

“What are you talking about?” Flance
asked. His tone lowered as his brows knit.

“It was the trolls but they didn’t defeat
me alone. Someone or something else was there. It was agile enough to catch me.”
He didn’t understand the fragments assaulting his mind, but he did know the
trolls had a dangerous ally that helped in his abduction. What did he see that
night? The memoirs were too dark to wade through. The need to protect his
family took precedence over the aching in his heart. Beside Breena was safer
here away from him. The question was answered. He was leaving.

There was a gasp that seemed to echo
through the room. Whisper was suddenly behind Breena’s Gran. His blade wined at
the little ladies throat. “No!” Where had he come from? Her chin was high
despite the threat that loomed near the delicate skin of her throat. “No, it’s
okay. She helped me.”

“Your fooking right, I did,” She spoke in
an unwavering voice.

Whisper raised a dark brow, and lowered
the sword then slunk away until Thame could see nothing of him. She studied
Flance’s face then a frown enhanced a few lines around her mouth. “Will you
tell Keyn that Abigail says hello?”

Flance’s mouth flopped open and shut. He
looked confused.

“I’ll tell him.” Thame offered. “Breena...”
What to say. What to do. Should he wait for her?

“I’ll tell her you said goodbye.” She
clasped her hands together and moved to the side of the door. Her eyes lingered
on Flance’s brown and orange wings.

 He had to say goodbye. No, he had to say
he would return for her. She had become a big piece of his lonely heart. Never
before had he felt such loneliness. He was the solitary fairy, the one that
didn’t mind living alone, and his sole purpose for waking in the morning was to
protect his king. She’d changed that. Breena brought his heart back to life. “Tell
her I will return.” It was safer if the trolls didn’t know about her and the
only way to do that was to go home as quickly as possible. “I will return.”
There was no reply and he didn’t bother to wait for the cold shoulder response.

He wobbled with Bray and Flance’s help
through the house and out the back door. His eyes lingered on Breena’s bed as
the doors opened and the chilled breeze swept over his flesh. The sun tried to
warm him but there was a persistent chill in the air.

“We’ll carry you home.” Flance murmured
as they stepped from the house that had become so close to home. His heart
actually ached at the thought of leaving, but he did have his king to protect. A
decision had never been so hard in his life. “Are you bare-assed under these
human clothes?”