Nat’s glare only deepened when she saw that the wingless Faerie was drawing Evvan from the bed. His cock wasn’t erect, but it was certainly just as impressive.
With her chin raised, Natalie avoided Evvan’s eyes and followed Elinni across the crystal and gold room and through a doorway that had been invisible to Nat before. Her jealous anger turned into wonder as Elinni and Ibella escorted them through gardens that were like nothing Natalie had ever seen.
Perfume of countless flowers filled the air…similar to the scent of orchids, star jasmine, lilies, roses, and the clean flower-shop smell of hundreds of carnations. Silver leaves tinkled above them, a light magical sound, and that powder blue mist whirled and swirled throughout the garden. It set Natalie a little on edge to know that Anistana could see and sense everything that went on with that mist.
The grass was soft and cool beneath Natalie’s bare feet as they slipped through the gardens, and a breeze tickled her nipples and stroked the fine hair along her slit. Several Faeries laughed and chatted as they flitted like naked butterflies among the unusual crimson, blue, orange, yellow, and purple blossoms. The women were all stunning with perfect breasts and firm asses. It should have freaked her out to see women with wings flying through a garden on another world, but now somehow it seemed right and natural.
Natalie even felt a bit jealous that she hadn’t been born with wings, that her unknown twin had them. Améa wasn’t it? Yet if Nat had wings, she wouldn’t have grown up in New York with all the things she loved—the people, the culture, the modern conveniences, the shopping. Her adoptive parents had been wonderful to her, and so far she’d lived a fabulous life.
But what now? Was this where she belonged, in Faerie-land? Or her home in New York City, which was all she had known until this bizarre past week. Jeez, it was enough to drive a person nuts.
While she strolled through the garden with Evvan, Elinni and Ibella, Nat couldn’t help but wonder where the male Faeries were.
Ibella gave quite the un-Faerie-like snort and Elinni reached up and squeezed Natalie’s arm just above her elbow. “Faerie males are quite useless,” Elinni said in response to Nat’s unspoken thought. With a shake of her head, her midnight hair slid over her dark breasts. “They are naught more than drones, with no desires beyond pleasuring and gratifying themselves.”
“Are they around here?” Nat asked, trying to picture what a useless male Faerie looked like.
“The bastards fled Astral for the Dryad Realm when our Queen was a sprite, because they feared the Fae killer,” Ibella added and turned an appreciate gaze toward Evvan. “We need real males in the land of Fae, like To’en and Evvan, not simpering fools.”
Jealousy rose up again in Nat, but Evvan apparently sensed her fury. He took her hand in his and gave her that dark, sensual look that let her know he belonged to her.
Good lord, this powerful, dangerous stranger had claimed her in a way that she never would have allowed any man to back on Earth. And it certainly seemed that he considered himself just as claimed by her, which definitely was a pleasing thought.
When they reached a secluded pool, the Faeries drew Natalie and Evvan into it. The Faerie twins ignored Evvan as they began to bathe Natalie, despite her protests. “Really, I can bathe myself,” she insisted.
“’Tis our way,” Elinni replied as she positioned herself in front of Natalie, with Ibella to Nat’s back.
From out of nowhere Elinni produced a small rounded soap and began lathering it over Natalie’s breasts. Nat gasped and reflexively took a step back, only to feel Ibella’s breasts pressed against her shoulder blades.
“Relax,” Ibella murmured as she, too, began to soap Nat’s skin. “Enjoy the heritage that is yours.”
When they finished washing her skin and then her hair, the Faeries magically rinsed away the bubbles by causing the water to rise up and then flow back down. Every now and then she would look to Evvan to see him bathing himself, cleaning his long black hair and then the wiry curls around his cock. He was always watching her, his expression fierce as usual.
In the next moment Elinni lowered her head and flicked her tongue against Nat’s nipple while Ibella reached around from behind and slid her fingers slowly down Nat’s abdomen and into her pussy.
Natalie went rigid with surprise, too freaked to react. Her gaze shot to Evvan to see his dark eyes flash with hunger and desire, his cock now very erect. He was focused entirely on her, and she knew without a doubt that it was not the Faeries who filled him with such lust. It was the sight of them pleasuring her.
“’Tis the way of Astral, your people,” Evvan said, his voice a hoarse rumble, “as ’tis the way of mine.”
“Well it’s not my way.” Natalie struggled to get away from the Faeries, but they simply giggled and held her fast.
A combination of lust and rage stirred in Evvan’s gut at the sight of Elinni’s and Ibella’s dark skin pressed against his woman. He loved seeing Natalie pleasured, and hated it all at once. He wanted his mouth and hands on her body, and his cock plunging inside her. True it was the way of his people, and hers—sexual pleasuring was a gift of the goddess and intended to be shared. With satisfaction he reminded himself that no other man would ever enter Natalie’s core now that he had claimed her as his heartmate, and he would enter no one but her. She belonged to him.
A rumble rose up in Evvan’s chest, and when Natalie cried out with an orgasm, he let loose with a roar. He sloshed through the water and scooped up his woman, tearing her from the Faerie twins who giggled with delight. Natalie’s body trembled in his arms, her eyes still glazed from her orgasm as she stared up at him and licked her lips.
Evvan roared again as he turned away from the Faeries and took Natalie to the grassy shore. She gasped as he roughly turned her around and set her on her hands and knees. With no thought beyond taking his woman, Evvan knelt behind Natalie, grasped her ass cheeks and widened her thighs, then drove his cock inside her quim.
Natalie shrieked and climaxed immediately. But he did not stop. Nay, he thrust in and out of her hot core, which pulsed and squeezed the length of his cock with every throb of her orgasm. Evvan only fucked her harder, and shouted, “You are my woman. Do you understand?”
She whimpered, her body rocking in time with his thrusts. “God. Oh, my god.”
“Answer me,” he demanded, insisting she acknowledge that he possessed her, body and soul. “You are mine.”
“Yes.” Natalie’s admission came out in a choked gasp through her continuous orgasm. “Yours, Evvan. Oh, god…I’m yours.”
Evvan bellowed and slammed his hips against her ass as he watched his cock slide in and out of her. His climax roared through him, pumping his fluid into her womb. He clasped her hips and stilled their movements, his cock still pulsing inside her.
Aye, he possessed this woman and would never allow her to leave him.
* * * * *
When Nat arrived in the garden alcove with Evvan, butterflies stirred in her belly as they paused to take in their surroundings. Like every other place she’d seen in Astral, the room was breathtaking. The walls here were crystal clear, too, so that the fabulous gardens, sparkling fountains, and glittering pools could be viewed while dining. There was even a waterfall tumbling down a series of ancient rocks in a far corner of one of the gardens.
“It’s absolutely beautiful,” Natalie said as she looked up and smiled at Evvan.
He squeezed her hand, his dark gaze as predatory and intent as ever. “All the beauty I see is here beside me, l’tiani.”
Warmth flushed through Nat and her nipples beaded beneath the sheer blouse she now wore. She was clad in a transparent top and a skirt, the only clothing the Queen said she had to give Nat since no one usually wore clothes of any kind in Astral. The way the sheer material sparkled across Nat’s breasts, drawing attention to her nipples, her star tattoo, and the golden ring in her navel, she might as well have been wearing nothing. But she still felt a little better, perhaps more se
cure, with something on.
Anistana had returned Evvan’s pants and boots that had been cleansed, along with his weapons, and Natalie was pleased that no one could ogle his amazing cock. He looked rather rakish with that dagger strapped to his hip and the sword hilt glinting above its sheath on his other side. He’d left his bow in the bedroom they’d woken up in. Natalie had asked about L’th’amir earlier, and had been told the horse was being cared for. He was in the Faerie stables on the northern side of the realm, close enough for Evvan to call if the stallion was needed.
Laughter and chatter punctuated the alcove as Evvan drew her toward one end of the room, and since all she saw were females, Nat figured Evvan must be the only male present. Lustful Faerie gazes followed them and Natalie struggled with her jealousy again…until she realized that the Faeries looked at her with just as much desire as they did Evvan.
Oh, dear. This place is certainly quite interesting.
Considering all of the males had fled, leaving the females alone, it was no wonder woman pleasured woman. Although the Faerie twins had expressed that it was simply the way of their people.
Her people now?
Natalie’s gaze slowly traveled over the Faeries. Her twin sister was probably around here somewhere. How odd it felt, thinking about her twin. She’d been raised as an only child, a human child. Yet she’d learned this morning that not only was she not human, but she was Faerie, and she had three sisters. For a gal who hadn’t believed in fairytales—or make that Faerie-tales—this was all just plain freaky.
“Come,” Evvan murmured as they stepped through the maze of Faeries scattered throughout the room like brilliant blooms. The naked women lounged on colorful cushions of pinks, purples, blues and silver. Wings glimmered and sparkled and overhead the mishnui tree’s leaves sounded like hundreds of perfectly tuned wind chimes.
When they reached the far side of the alcove, Evvan stopped before Anistana and an incredibly handsome man. Natalie felt a small measure of relief to know that Evvan wasn’t the only male in the place after all. She figured the man was probably in his late thirties. He had a strong jaw, high cheekbones and amazingly vivid blue eyes with silver flecks in them. His long white hair reached his massive shoulders, and the widow’s peak at his forehead was striking on him—he looked almost like a tow-headed vampire. And good lord—he was just as naked as the women in the room, and even though he didn’t appear to be aroused, he sported one hell of a long cock.
Evvan inclined his head to each of them. “Queen Anistana,” he said to the Faerie, and “Overseer To’en,” to the man. Evvan draped a possessive arm around Nat’s shoulders as he addressed To’en. “This is my heartmate, Natalie.”
The way Evvan said my heartmate made Nat’s knees weak.
“Welcome to my wife’s realm,” To’en said, his long white hair spilling over his shoulders as he gave her a deep nod.
“Our realm, husband.” Anistana threw him a haughty expression that brooked no argument.
To’en smiled, amusement glittering in his vivid blue eyes. “Forgive me. We have been married not more than a week and joined our two realms. I fear I have yet to become accustomed to being Astral’s King.” He glanced at Anistana. “As you are Vianale’s new Queen.”
He slid one hand to Anistana’s belly, and his smile would have lit a room, like Evvan’s glow could brighten a dark cave. “And in months we shall be parents to our twin daughters.”
Natalie’s star birthmark—or starmark—tingled, drawing her attention from the naked royalty and the light banter they were engaging in. Slowly she turned and saw a Faerie flutter into the room, a somewhat absentminded expression upon her pretty face.
An instant connection—something intangible—gripped Natalie and drew her toward the Faerie with the wine-red hair and forest green eyes. Though their hair and eye color were identical, their features were different, even their coloring.
Behind her Nat vaguely heard Anistana’s sigh. “Always late, that one. If any Faerie in this realm could be more different than I, ’tis most certainly Améa.”
Améa. Anistana had said Natalie’s twin’s name was Améa.
The Faerie’s wings stopped for a moment as her gaze riveted on Nat—like she felt the connection, too. A brilliant smile flashed across her lovely features. She pumped her wings and literally flew across the chamber and straight into Nat’s arms.
“A sister!” The Faerie giggled as she hugged Nat. She smelled of orchids, a fresh outdoorsy scent. “I still cannot believe ’tis true.”
“Améa?” Nat pulled back and with stunned amazement she studied her twin. “Unbelievable…this is all just so dang weird.”
After the newly acquainted twins greeted one another, Evvan, Natalie, and Améa sat cross-legged on cushions not far from the Queen and King. Unlike the other Faeries, Améa hardly spared Evvan a glance. She seemed far more interested in learning more about her twin and chattering about anything and everything.
The two were definitely alike in the chatter department.
While they got to know one another, sparkling crystal plates appeared in their laps, each filled with amazing delicacies like nothing Nat had ever seen before. The smells were rich and the tastes divine—a dish that was like baked butternut squash, but with a nuttier flavor; a vegetable similar to corn on the cob, only turquoise and with distinctly square kernels; and a seedcake that tasted like cornbread, honey, and a hint of lemon.
At the end of the meal a dessert was served made from chocolatyl—which had a sinfully delicious flavor like chocolate liqueur and brownies—and it was positively orgasmic. A honeyed wine accompanied their food, sweet and smooth, and felt pleasantly warm as it rolled over Natalie’s tongue.
To’en and Anistana took their leave not long after finishing their dinner. The Overseer had just received word that he was urgently needed in Vianale, and Anistana decided to accompany him when Evvan promised to stand guard over Astral ’til her return later that evening.
Throughout the dinner, Evvan sat quietly at Nat’s side, watching her with those dark brooding eyes as the two sisters chatted. Nat and Améa discussed their lives and how odd it was to learn—quite out of the blue—that each was Faerie royalty, and a twin.
Améa was bright and bubbly, with a sparkling personality that drew Nat in at once, although there was a fire in Améa that told Nat the Faerie was no doormat. Améa was extremely intelligent, and had a gift for speaking the language of all Dair’s animal creatures.
“At least the ones I have encountered,” Améa said with a grin. Then she glanced at Evvan before leaning in and whispering in Nat’s ear, “Except the male animal. I fear I shall never understand them.”
Giving her twin a conspiratorial smile, Natalie said, “Another similarity between us.”
Améa cocked her head as though listening to something, and she frowned. “A perna calls. Its foot is caught in bluewood moss. I must go help the poor creature.”
Before Nat had a chance to ask what in the heck a perna was, the Faerie darted off with a flap of her wings and headed out through the open doors and into the colorful garden. Through the clear crystal walls, Natalie watched as the Faerie sped above that strange blue mist, over the exotic flowers, straight past a silver-leaved mishnui to a distinctly blue tree.
Natalie’s starmark tingled on the back of her ear, and she rubbed at it. Weird. It had never done that before Halloween night when she’d approached that virtual reality machine. And it had prickled, or tingled several times since she’d been in this strange world.
With a sigh, Nat dismissed it and turned her gaze to Evvan. Damn but she was ready for him again. He was watching her with those smoldering dark eyes that immediately made her want to jump him. Their time at the bath had been incredible, and she grew wet remembering how he had taken her. He’d loved watching the Faerie’s pleasure her, yet at the same time she knew it had tortured him, too. She rather liked how it had made him want to dominate her, to show her that she was his.
Evvan’s cock hardened as he took in Natalie’s prominent nipples raising the light fabric of her short tunic. The jensai-red curls of her mound showed through the sheer material of her garb. “Let us find a place where we can be alone, before I must leave you upon Anistana’s return,” he murmured.
“Leave?” Natalie’s spine straightened, a flare of red coloring her cheeks. “Where in the hell do you think you’re going without me?”
“The Fae killer.” His jaw hardened as his thoughts turned to the murdering bastard. “I have brought you to Astral where you shall be safe. I must seek the Sorcerer and rid Fae of this threat forever.”
“Bullshit.” Natalie scrambled to her feet, a furious glint in her emerald eyes as she glared down at him. “I’m not staying put like some prissy little girl. I have magic, I can help!”
Evvan stood and towered over his l’tiani, clenching his hands at his sides in frustration. How could the maid be so daft? A warning prickled in his consciousness, just as he said, “You will remain—”
A Faerie’s scream cut through his words.
Natalie’s gaze shot in the direction her twin had gone. “Améa!”
Chapter Eleven
“Stay,” Evvan commanded Natalie even as he yanked his sword from its sheath. In a flash of steel and fury, he bolted toward the garden. Behind him he heard the shouts and terrified cries of the other Faeries.
Before him, through the crystal walls, he located a dark-cloaked man with glowing orange eyes. With his arm around Améa’s neck, the bastard was dragging the Faerie backward, toward the black entrance of a skypath.
Voral.
Impossible! But there it was, before Evvan’s very eyes. The thrice-damned Fae killer had managed to open a skypath directly within Astral.
The Sorcerer moved slowly, as though injured. Or perhaps it was merely a trick.
Rage flamed in Evvan’s gut as he shot through the doorway into the garden, wielding his sword. “You will not have her,” he bellowed as the killer vanished with Améa, into the darkness of the skypath.
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