by Liv Brywood
What could he want with her? The fairy specifically mentioned his desire for the services of a witch. But for what? What could she possibly do that fairy magic couldn’t accomplish?
The murky gloom receded as a crystal castle loomed in the distance. As they approached, a glittering staircase appeared. They climbed the slick steps. She turned to stare as the steps vanished behind them. There’d be no way to escape the castle without the fairy’s magic.
Once inside, the walls became granite. Ancient rugs lined the vast corridors. As they were lead through the maze of passageways and halls, she lost track of how to get back to the entrance. When she recognized the same dark passages, she realized they were intentionally disorienting her. Maybe she could escape if she knew the path.
They ascended a spiral staircase that opened into a vast hall. Fairies of all shapes, colors and sizes flittered around in conversation. When they spotted her and Garrison, the creatures stared and whispered.
Their captors led them through the crowd. At the front of the hall on a dais stood a huge quartz-crystal throne. Although it was empty, she didn’t have time to consider her options for escape. A hush settled over the gathering.
She turned to spot a fairy who could only be the Fae King. His enormous fibrous wings flapped to carry him over his subjects. After landing in the chair, he smiled at her. She’d expected a cold, mean tyrant, but his face was relaxed and welcoming.
“I see we have guests,” he said in a smooth voice.
“Not guests, captives,” she snapped.
“You wandered into my realm and now you’re my guest. Bring them some wine.” He flicked a hand which sent two female fairies scurrying.
She turned to Garrison. “Don’t eat or drink anything.”
“Why?”
“Food can tie us to this realm forever.”
“She’s right. It can,” the Fae King boomed.
“What do you want?” she demanded.
He waved his hand toward the onlookers. “Leave us.”
All of the fairies fluttered out of the room leaving them with the king in his enormous cavern.
“I don’t need an audience for this,” he muttered.
Intrigued, she stole a glance at Garrison who shrugged.
A door opened on the side of the room. A female fairy with a crown of roses in her golden hair drifted toward the king. “My love, have you started without me?”
He kissed her and pulled her into his lap. She giggled before turning her attention to Sasha. “You’re the witch?”
“Yes.”
“And you know healing magic, specifically with regard to children?”
“Yes. Do you have a sick child?”
The Fae Queen shook her head. Her smile faded. “We’ve tried, but I can’t seem to bring a child to full term.”
Sasha’s heart ached for her. No woman who wanted a child should be denied such a magical gift. Regardless of their current predicament, Sasha felt compassion for the queen.
The king said, “We require a form of magic only known to witches. Fertility magic.”
Sasha blinked rapidly. “The type of magic you require is rare and usually involves a great deal of preparation. And…”
“And what?” the queen asked.
“And a virgin.”
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Garrison blanch. Oh my God, did he know that she’d never been with a man? No wonder he kept his distance. A man as hot-blooded as him would want someone experienced, someone who could keep up with his animalistic needs. He wouldn’t want to deal with a virgin.
The king nodded. “And it must happen on the night of the full moon in Scorpio—”
“—and you’re almost guaranteed a child if the moon falls on a Sabbat, like Samhain,” the queen finished.
“But Samhain is a time of darkness,” Sasha protested.
“But it’s also the time when the veil between the worlds is at its thinnest. The veil between life and death is permeable enough to ensure a child.” The queen wrung her delicate hands together.
Sasha spoke in a near whisper. “Who will act as the virgin in your place?”
The king looked at her as if she’d sprouted horns. “Why you, of course.”
“Hell no!” Garrison puffed out his chest as he took a step toward the royal couple.
The king said, “My scouts have been watching you for years waiting for the correct alignment of the moon and stars. Tonight is the night.”
“I feel sorry for you, I do.” Sasha said. “But I couldn’t possibly sleep with you.”
The queen said, “Please, consider my plight. We have no heir and war will come to our kingdom unless we secure your assistance.”
Sasha said, “I’m sorry, but I can’t.”
The queen rose from her husband’s lap and pointed at Garrison. “Because of him? You’ve been waiting for years but he doesn’t even see you. Virginity is a fleeting thing, trust me when I say you will be happy to be rid of it.”
Heat flooded Sasha’s face. She refused to look at Garrison, but felt his gaze on her.
“Tell her the truth, that you don’t want her,” the king commanded.
Garrison hooked an arm around her waist. “You’re wrong.”
The king smirked. “Then why have you been waiting all these years?”
Garrison turned her toward him. She couldn’t avoid his gaze. “I’ve wanted you since the moment we met. But I didn’t want to chance ruining our friendship.”
Her eyes widened. “I didn’t either.”
“Every time I wanted to make a move, I hesitated. I wanted to wait until I was sure you felt the same way.”
“You don’t have to wait anymore,” she murmured.
Garrison’s lips met hers in a first kiss that curled her toes. His warm lips took her breath away. His hands drew her tightly against him.
When he broke the kiss, he turned to the king. “You’ll have to kill me to get to her.”
The king sat back on the throne. “As you wish. Kill him.”
A flutter of wings surrounded them. Cold hands pulled them apart. Two fairies picked Garrison up and held him before the king.
“Throw him off the tower.”
As the fairies turned to fly away with the only man she’d ever cared about, she screamed, “Wait! I’ll do it. I’ll go to your bed.”
Garrison said, “No! Don’t sacrifice yourself for me.”
Tears formed at the corners of her eyes. “And you can’t sacrifice yourself for me.”
“If you fulfill your part of the bargain, I will release both of you unharmed,” the king said.
Garrison said, “It’s not worth it.”
She looked from Garrison to the king and back. There was no way in hell she was going to let Garrison die, especially not after his confession.
She turned to study the king. He wasn’t ugly. His bare chest rippled with masculine energy. Strong thighs peeked out from his skin-tight pants. The noticeable bulge of his cock pressed against the fabric as if trying to break free.
The king wasn’t looking at her anymore, he was fixated on his distraught queen. The more Sasha thought about it, the more she knew it was the right thing to do. Yes, they were coercing her and threatening to kill Garrison, but their eyes also bore a look of desperation.
The queen’s eyes shimmered with unshed tears. “We can’t do this. We can’t force you. But I implore you, woman to woman, please… help us.”
When Sasha read the sadness in her eyes, the last thread of fear unraveled. She couldn’t stand to see the queen’s sorrowful expression.
“I have one request,” Sasha said.
“Anything,” replied the king as he wrapped his arm around his wife.
“I’ve been saving myself for Garrison,” she stammered. “And I’d like him to be my first.”
“But the spell requires a virgin, doesn’t it?”
“Yes.” She paused as a solution formed in her mind. She had two equally virginal passages not y
et filled by a man. She could still give Garrison her pussy, and give the king her ass. The spell would still work, in theory.
She addressed the king. “I have a solution. If you were both with me, at the same time, then the magic would still work. You would just have to take me, together.”
“How’s that possible?” the king asked.
She hesitated. There was really only one way, but how could she verbalize such a deviant act?
Garrison looked from the king to her, his eyes wide. “You don’t mean…”
Before she could find the words to explain it to the king, a look of recognition sparked in his eyes. The king nodded vigorously. “I think I know what you mean. I can do that.”
But could she? She released the breath she’d been holding. “All right.”
The fairies lowered Garrison to the ground. He stood and brushed at his arms where they’d touched him. He looked at her with an expression she couldn’t decipher. Was he mad? Was she betraying him by allowing the king to take her to his bed? Could she even go through with her plan?
***
Garrison glared at the king as he approached. If he’d been able to shift, he would have torn the bastard’s throat out a thousand times already. But there was something, some magic, which kept him from being able to shift.
Rage fluttered along his belly. He couldn’t understand why Sasha would give up her innocence to save him. As alpha of the Madison pack, he’d lived twenty-one years of the best life he could imagine. The only thing that would make it better would be to have Sasha as his mate.
Although he was a powerful leader in his own right, he’d been afraid to tell Sasha how much she meant to him. What if she didn’t feel the same way? What if she laughed at him?
He couldn’t understand why she was still single. Her curvaceous body was enough to keep him hard far into the night. Every time he’d returned to his den after spending time with her, he’d had to fist his frustrated cock until he came.
As he followed her into the king’s bedroom, he watched the sway of her full hips. How many times had he imagined holding onto her while taking her from behind? How many times had he wanted to suckle her full breasts? And now he’d have to share her with another man because he’d been too much of a coward to tell her how he felt.
Rugs woven with gold thread littered the king’s chamber. Tapestries from bygone eras decorated the walls. In the center of the room sat a huge bed covered in fluffy blue pillows. He arched a brow. It wasn’t a very masculine bed, maybe the queen had done the decorating. He suppressed a smirk, even the most powerful kings had to appease their women.
Sasha stood at the edge of the bed. She kicked off her shoes and moved to unbutton her blouse. Garrison grabbed her hands and kissed the ridges of her knuckles. “Are you sure?”
“Yes, it’s only for one night. Then we’ll be free to live the rest of our lives together.”
He buried his face against the curve of her neck. “I swear I’ll make you the happiest woman in the world.”
Behind him, the king cleared his throat. The queen vanished into an antechamber. He didn’t blame her for leaving. The thought of sharing Sasha with anyone turned his stomach, but what choice did he have?
He’d let Sasha make the choice between her virginity and his life. He was torn. On the one hand, he was happy to be alive, but on the other, he wished she didn’t have to sacrifice herself for him. He intended to spend the rest of his life making it up to her.
The king looked from Garrison to Sasha and back. “I’ll let you begin.”
Garrison arched a brow. He had expected the king to insist on taking Sasha immediately. The older man settled into a plush chair across the room. When Garrison met his eye, the king looked away. He almost looked ashamed of what he was doing. But Garrison didn’t feel an ounce of sympathy for the man.
Garrison turned his attention to Sasha. She sat on the edge of the bed. Her long black hair flowed like a river at midnight. The pupils in her sky-blue eyes dilated in the low light.
She looked up at him. “Come here.”
He didn’t hesitate. He’d been waiting years to be able to touch her. The wolf inside him fought to be freed. He captured her lips with his. As he laced his fingers through her silky hair, he forgot about everything but the feel of her mouth on his.
Damp and pliant, her lips parted to accept his tongue. He explored the sweetness within her. He tasted her desire. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and drew him back into the pillows.
He crawled across the bed, savoring the feel of her soft body beneath his. Her blouse fell open to expose the swell of her breasts. His breath caught as he traced a finger down the valley of her stunning breasts. The whole thing felt like a dream.
Sasha shimmied out of the shirt and tossed it to the side. “Kiss me.”
She didn’t have to explain where she wanted him to kiss her. The curve of her voluptuous breasts awakened a hunger he could barely contain. He wanted her first time to be perfect, so he reined in the overwhelming desire to strip her and take her. She deserved better than that.
His mouth left a trail of damp kisses from her throat to her collar bone. He licked the silky skin before moving to kiss the top of her chest.
When he reached her breasts, she arched against him. A moan born deep within her throat tumbled into the air. He’d never heard such an erotic sound in his life. His cock surged in response.
His lips found a hard nipple. As he closed his mouth over it, she groaned. Her hand reached for his cock. The gentle pressure of her hand around him made him throb. It was his turn to sigh against her.
He moved to her other nipple, catching it between his tongue and the roof of his mouth. She gasped as he twisted the tiny pebble.
“Oh, please,” she murmured.
He released her nipple with a wet pop. His fingers moved to the button on her jeans. After unbuttoning and working down the zipper, he peeled the denim off to reveal silky white thighs. He swallowed back the roar of lust that threatened to destroy his control.
Black satin panties covered the V between her legs. He slid his fingers between the fabric and her body then slowly tugged them down. A thatch of black hair covered her slick folds. The scent of her arousal rose up in enticing waves. He couldn’t wait to taste her.
But first, he wanted to drive her wild with desire. He eased her thighs apart with his hands. She eagerly arched toward him, but he wasn’t going to give in that quickly. As much as he wanted to push his rigid cock into her hot pussy, he couldn’t. Not yet. Not until he’d given her as much pleasure as possible.
He glided the tips of his fingers up from the insides of her knees to the tops of her thighs. She trembled, her eyes wide with anticipation. He dipped to nibble the insides of her thighs. In response, she spread her legs wider. Her musky aroma drew him closer and closer to her pussy lips. But he intentionally avoided touching them.
She writhed beneath him. “Oh, God. Please don’t torture me like this.”
Deep laughter rumbled up from his belly. “I like seeing you like this. You’re even sexier when you’re naked.”
She propped up and smiled at him. “You’re such a tease.”
He gave her an impish grin before delving between her thighs to plant a kiss on the mound above her clit. Her head dropped against the pillows. Airy sighs of pleasure spurred him on.
His tongue parted the delicate folds to expose her pink center. God, she was beautiful. Perfect in every way.
He licked her gently from the top of her slit to the bottom and back up. She tasted earthy and sweet. The quiver of her body against his mouth inflamed the already raging desire in his cock. He buried his face between her thighs. His tongue swirled and dipped inside to spread her juices across her lips. When he curled his tongue against her clit, she moaned and tried to angle her hips away from his mouth. Her desperation to escape his mouth told him he was in the right spot.
She bucked against him as he gripped her hips. “It’s too…
oh, God… I’m going to…”
He flicked his tongue against her clit then sucked the swollen bud into his mouth. Her belly rose and fell in quick succession. She was close. All he had to do was give her a little push over the edge.
***
Sasha quaked as Garrison consumed her with his glorious mouth. In the back of her mind, she regretted waiting so long to confess her feelings. Now, with his tongue doing magical things to her body, she wished she could go back in time. But she couldn’t.
Firmly rooted in the present, tension coiled in her pussy. If she didn’t come soon, she’d die. As if sensing her need, Garrison fluttered his tongue against her clit.
She screamed as the first powerful wave of orgasm forced every muscle in her body to clench. The subsequent release left her in a puddle on the bed. Undulating waves of energy throbbed through her pussy.
Garrison relaxed his hold on her. He licked her with long, slow strokes until the last quiver of orgasm left her body.
She lay limp, unable to move. In a state of total relaxation, she’d almost forgotten about the Fae king. But as she rolled her head to one side, she spotted him sitting on a chair. His hand wrapped around his thick cock. Mesmerized by the network of blue veins, she couldn’t look away. Before the night was done, she’d have him inside her. She couldn’t think about that now, not with Garrison crawling up to kiss her.
His lips brushed a feather-light kiss across her mouth. “Are you all right?”
“I’ve never felt so good in my life.”
“Are you ready?”
At first she didn’t know what he meant, but the insistent press of his cock against her belly made it pretty obvious. In that moment, there wasn’t anything in the world she wanted more than him.
“Make love to me,” she whispered.
Garrison slid between her thighs. On instinct, she wrapped her legs around his waist. His golden eyes sparkled with erotic hunger.
The head of his cock pressed to open her pussy. He moved so slowly, so gently, that by the time the head slid past her lips, she was half-mad with lust.
“Oh, yes,” she murmured.