Fantastic. At least this would stop her lusty appetite.
The gun was knocked out of her hand and she fell back, pulling the knife free from her ankle sheath. She landed roughly but pulled the blade up and slammed it into the troll’s neck. Black oozed from the wound, and she pushed him off her. The body tumbled, began to roll, and rocketed right off the cliff. She quickly got to her feet and saw Whisper in a battle of swords with six different trolls. He was holding his own, maybe even kicking some ass.
Morrigan decided it was time to even the odds.
She ran toward them, leaping at the last moment to land on a troll’s back. It hissed and spun. She sank the blade into its head. The thing abruptly stopped moving and fell head first into the dirt. Morrigan turned around, ready for the fight, but when she returned to brawl, the trolls were already dead. They lay scattered about the ground with Whisper in the center of the morbid circle. He killed them all that quickly? Her lips parted to gasp.
Whisper looked up from the dead. Locks of hair blocked his eyes as he watched her intensely. He grinned, his lips parting, his fangs protruding like a damn vampire. Morrigan couldn’t breathe as his black wings began to flutter. He rushed toward her, his head partly lowered like an animal charging. In seconds, he was before her, wrapping his arms around her body and kissing her. His fangs pierced the delicate skin of her lip but she didn’t care. Drops of her blood blended with their saliva as he stole her very soul. Her hands slipped in the blood on his arms. She hissed as he fisted her shirt and tugged. The material ripped, fell to each side of her body, revealing her small breasts and pebbled nipples. Whisper pulled away then growled as his mouth suckled at one of the hard buds.
Morrigan’s head fell back. She could hardly breathe as he pulled that nipple into his mouth and created such amazing sensations. His fangs slid along her responsive flesh but didn’t break the skin. It was a tease, a torment.
Whisper groaned as he landed on his knees before her, his tongue swirling along her skin. He shoved her pants down her hips in one swoop. Morrigan gasped as the warm sunrays touched the most intimate parts of her body. She couldn’t control the quiver as his hands traced each hip and then his finger probed between her legs. Two fingers pierced her core. Her inner muscles flexed and her knees began to buckle.
Whisper caught her falling body, spinning her and shoving her onto her belly. Morrigan couldn’t think, couldn’t speak. She could only feel as he propped her ass up and fingered her pussy. Delightful, overwhelming pleasure consumed every damn thought as she felt his warm bare thighs against her skin. She called out his name. Over and over, his name left her lips and then Morrigan felt it, felt him. His cock head pressed at her entrance. She felt the silky skin press against her wet core and dip inside. His name became a series of continual moans as his cock slowly pushed into her. He was big! Her core was being stretched, and there was pleasure with pulses of pain.
Her skin burned like a fever. Whisper grabbed her hair and tugged her head back. She bared her neck to the cliffs as he speared into her. All of him. Deep and thick, his cock thrust within her, and Morrigan came. The relief was intense. Her body clamped around his hardness, and she squeezed with every ounce of her being.
She gasped long and hard when the orgasm faded. Whisper then began to move. In and out, he slammed into her and made her cry out with the sheer gratification of his touch. He let go of her hair and her head fell forward. She was still gasping as he grabbed her hips and fucked her from behind like a wild animal. Her core trembled as another orgasm gripped her. This time she milked his cock and felt him stiffen behind her. Whisper let out this enormous roar as he emptied his semen into her pussy.
Morrigan jerked back, the climax so extreme she closed her eyes and held her breath. Her toes curled, and Morrigan’s fingers dug into the dirt beneath her. She gasped. Her heart pounded in her ears as Whisper pulled his thick, satisfied cock from her body.
What the hell just happened? Her breaths were still gulps of air as she rushed to her feet. She shoved her jeans up her hips and avoided looking at him. She just had sex with the man she wanted to avoid. The fairy with dark eyes and darker intentions just blew her fucking mind. Morrigan pulled the shirt together and glanced at the dead bodies around them. They had sex in the middle of this. The trolls’ lifeless eyes had watched her on her knees begging for Whisper’s dick. Embarrassment joined with shame. She was so consumed by lust her mind had fled and her body had taken control.
“I must tend to the cave,” he said in his deep, sultry tone.
Morrigan didn’t trust her voice so she just nodded. He flew off into the cave, and she took a long, deep breath. That had been the best sex of her life. She loved the way he dominated her. Her hands shook as she closed the edges of her torn shirt as best as possible. Morrigan had been submissive and that scared her. Submission meant weak, pathetic, victim. Tears welled in her eyes, but she fought them and blinked rapidly to dispel any resemblance of crying. She was not weak like her father told her numerous times. Morrigan refused to let anyone beat her. She had been subjected to so much blood in her childhood. Her mother’s words rang in her ears. It was my fault. I shouldn’t have angered him. So many excuses that her ears had rung and eventually, as Morrigan grew, she knew her mother had been too weak to stand up to him. Too pathetic to protect herself. When Morrigan understood what was going on, that fathers beating mothers was wrong, he died. Struck by a damn car on the highway the day she planned to throw the hairdryer in the tub with him. Morrigan snorted at the irony. A few years later, her mother passed and then it was just her and Brook.
Still those memories of mopping up blood off the kitchen tiles while trying to hide the tears from everyone returned. She vowed never to be feeble again and then came Whisper. The dark fairy that threw all those years of self-sufficiency and strength out the window because with him she lost control. In one thrust, he took all her power away, and she had let him. Hell, Morrigan had enjoyed it, and that is what scared her the most. She lost the control, handed it to Whisper on a silver damn platter, and she liked it. Morrigan was so overwhelmed with emotion she hardly heard the cave implode or the beat of the wings as he approached. “I’ll walk,” she said suddenly, still avoiding his eyes.
“You will not.” He landed beside her. “Look at me, Morrigan.”
She fought the order and started to approach the forest by foot.
“Morrigan,” he called out but she kept walking. “Damn it, woman.” He spun her around with a hand on her shoulder and embraced her body in his like a warm, safe cocoon. “I did not mean to scare you,” he admitted and actually sounded sincere. “My lust overcame me. You looked unbelievably beautiful standing there. The fire in your eyes, the knife in your hand...”
Morrigan looked at him. His dark eyes locked with hers. She swallowed hard.
“You’re not going to threaten my...nuts as you called them?” He almost sounded sad. “If I’ve harmed you...”
“You didn’t.” Morrigan finally spoke. “I’m just confused and pent-up with emotion. Probably a girl thing.” She frowned. Freaking hormones.
“No, my emotions are running rabid as well.” He grinned. “I cannot stop thinking about you. Not since we met those long months ago. After that kiss, I could not hold back long. You are a woman that I wish to tame. A woman I wish to control, to please, to make smile, to fuck until we’re both too exhausted to stand.”
That last part sounded pretty damn good. “And what if I want to be the one in control?” she asked, her strength coming back in small spurts.
Whisper leaned closer. “I will change your mind.” This smile was wicked and he showed his white fangs.
“And why the hell do you have those?” Morrigan put her arms around him, and they lifted off the ground.
“That is a long, complicated tale from my childhood,” he answered vaguely.
“Ah, well that explains it.” Morrigan rolled her eyes. She kept her lower body away from his and held the shirt together as
the wind threatened to rip it open and reveal her hard nipples. They still tingled, longing for his touch, the pressure from his suckling, and the sting from his teeth. They came to the kingdom and in moments landed on the balcony to her designated room. She let go of him quickly. Morrigan opened the doors, leaving them open as she rushed into the room and grabbed a shirt. She changed into it with her back toward him. When her breasts were covered, she headed toward the door in search of Brook and some time away from the dark fairy.
Whisper flew off into the fading light and Morrigan was blissfully alone as she trudged down the stairs. She only made it halfway when Thame, the golden fairy, came around the corner with his sword pointed in her direction.
He took one look at her face and lowered the weapon. “Sorry. You smell like a troll.”
Morrigan sniffed and winced. She did smell like a troll, a combination of dirt and rotten fruit. She walked past the fairy and found Brook in the den with her feet propped up on the small wooden table. There was a wound on her cousin’s arm that Brielle was currently healing. The female fairy had gorgeous white wings that Morrigan was pretty sure everyone alive would envy. In Brook’s other arm was little Adara who was getting bigger. The babe looked like she would be walking any day now.
“So you had some action too?” Brook said with a one eye open. The other was swollen shut.
“Banshee talks didn’t go so well.”
“Let me tell you, banshees are some crazy motherfucking bitches.” She winced as Brielle placed her hands over Brook’s injured eye.
“Put a check next to those stories as true.”
“Abso-fucking-lutely.” Brook hissed out a breath and then Brielle stood. The beautiful fairy smiled at her before leaving the room. Brook was once again herself, two eyes glaring at Morrigan. “You smell...interesting.”
Morrigan snorted.
“Trolls and...musky like... Holy shit, you smell like Whisper!” Brook sat up, jostling Adara who whined for only a moment before falling back to sleep in her mother’s arms.
“Because he flew me here,” Brook lied but she didn’t know why. They had always shared everything, but the lie came out as smooth as a baby’s ass. “We found the trolls. Killed a group of them and collapsed the last of the caves.”
Brook lifted a brow. “You sure that was all you did?”
“Of course.” Morrigan rolled her eyes.
“You twitched!” Brook pointed an accusing finger and Adara started to whine. “Oh, sorry, sorry.” She rocked the child in her arms. “Your eye twitched. That’s your signal.”
“I don’t have a signal,” Morrigan said.
“How do you think I always beat you at poker or knew when you were sneaking out to party?”
Morrigan plopped down on the chair beside Brook and took a deep breath. “You could have told me that sooner.” She sighed. “Did you know he has fangs?”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean actual pointy fangs like a freaking vampire.”
Brook stiffened. “Like a troll...”
Morrigan was about to deny it, but they were short like a troll’s teeth. Whisper had been able to hide them in his mouth all this time. “I guess... Why?”
Brook sat back and bit her bottom lip. “I’ve been waiting to tell you this but...I wanted to be sure, and then I felt horrible accusing someone.”
“Just tell me.” The mirth from their conversation was gone.
“Carrick.” Her voice hitched as she said her former mate’s name. “He wasn’t killed by trolls.”
Morrigan was silent. Stunned.
“I went back after... There were no troll prints, no troll blood. He was too good a fighter to not even scratch a troll.” Brook held Adara closer. “There were footprints. Feet prints...a man.”
“But that’s impossible...” Morrigan began but quickly stopped. “You think… you think it’s a fairy? A fairy helping the trolls!” Then she thought about Whisper’s fangs, his troll fangs. “It can’t be him.”
“Wick was the only one I saw. He’s the only one I trust. Well, fuck, I trust them all, but he’s the only one who I know one hundred percent did not...murder my mate.” A tear slid down Brook’s cheek.
“It can’t be Whisper,” Morrigan said in a rush. “He’s scary and a freak, and he may have troll fangs, but I truly believe it’s not him.” She did. Her heart told her he was not the traitor, but her head quickly put doubt in her words.
Brook wiped away the lone tear. “We have a lot of suspects. All of whom I’ve come to love and cherish.” She stood, cradling Adara close. “It has to be a man. The print was big, and it has to be a human.” A loud crash of thunder overhead made Brook jerk. “Just watch your back, as I am mine and hers.” Brook kissed the child’s forehead and walked off.
Morrigan sat there for a while, staring at the wall as more thunder sounded overhead. She couldn’t fight that feeling, the nagging doubt. Morrigan was trained to look for evidence and having troll fangs on a fairy sure as hell brought up some serious questions. Could Whisper be part troll? If he was, what side did he remain loyal to? Morrigan stood. Could she have had amazing sex with a traitor? She paced the room before heading toward the main door and opening it wide. It was raining, a light drizzle to cool off the warm summer sunset. Morrigan stepped out into the rain trying to fight the heavy ache that began in her chest.
She couldn’t deal with that right now or with him. Whisper. Just thinking his name sent shivers down her spine. No, she didn’t want to be anywhere near that particular man right now. So, she stood in the rain. Her clothes were soaked through and her flesh cool. It was a summer rain. If she looked to the south, the clouds were gone and moonlight was heading their way. If Morrigan just waited the storm out, she could sort through the events since her arrival in the fairy kingdom. Could Whisper, the man she had wild sex with on the battlefield and the fairy that was taking her heart, be a traitor?
A twig snapped. She spun around with her hand on her sleek black gun. The rain pattered on various objects as she tried to listen. Friend? Foe? Morrigan’s plump lips opened, water splashed on her face harder as a beautiful creature stepped from the forest. The horse was black as midnight with a silky mane dripping water. It wasn’t overly large, maybe a small female or juvenile. She knew very little about horses. Morrigan took her hand off her gun, amazed as the horse took a few tentative steps toward her. His eyes were wide, a gray color that seemed all too human in their quick darts of the surroundings.
“Hello,” Morrigan said quietly. She stepped toward him, not wanting to frighten. Her movements were slow, but the horse seemed to be unafraid of her. He whinnied and lowered his head as Morrigan approached. She smiled, fingers spreading, arm reaching out to touch that beautiful mane. The moment her skin touched his, a shiver ran through her body. It was raining heavier. His black locks were silky to the touch. She moved her hand over his side, smooth with crisp hairs.
He shifted, lowered slightly, and she had this sudden longing to ride him. Yeah, right. Morrigan pulled her hand back. Ride a horse? She wasn’t a damn cowgirl. The horse whinnied, and Morrigan went back to stroking his mane. The animal really was beautiful. She looked back to his face, and his lips peeled back. Was that a smile? Her instinct took over. Something was very odd with this creature. She pulled her hand back.
Too late.
The mane came alive. Black locks wrapped around her wrist. They moved like limbs or tentacles as they strapped to her arms and tugged her forward. She screamed loudly in case someone could hear. They locked around her ankles. She kicked and squirmed as she was lifted into the air.
“What the fuck?” Morrigan was on the horse’s back.
Being down shit creek, she called the man who had forced her out into the rain. “Whisper!” She shivered, and rain began to beat her back harshly.
There was an inhumane roar.
The horse took off. Morrigan was terrified as she bounced around on the beast’s back. “Whisper!” she called out again, t
he ground moving quickly beneath her. The hard dirt was replaced by sand. Morrigan struggled against the strange binding but was unable to budge an inch. She couldn’t get to her gun as the creature began to run toward the water. This was no horse. What the hell was going on? Morrigan cried out again, working twice as hard to free herself. The water was approaching. Waves were crashing on shore wildly as the rain began to ease. She cursed creatively as the horse thing plunged into the water. Waves lapped at his hide and began to cover her dangling feet. Morrigan took a giant breath, glancing back at the beach. She saw a lone figure whose giant wings matched the night sky. He was there, right there, flying toward her. Morrigan’s head went under the water as the storm raged on above her head.
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Whisper took a deep breath of the warm fresh scent of rain. It pelted the leaves of the tree he hid beneath but kept his wings dry. He waited beneath the willow tree. He was unable to sleep. Dreams plagued him, visions of Morrigan’s naked body. She had been willing. The submissive side of her had exploded the moment he entered her wet, tight channel. It had been amazing—covered in blood, the battle around them and his cock inside her. Whisper shuddered. She was truly his mate. The fight with the trolls had his blood boiling and seeing her in the middle of the fray and kicking ass, she looked irresistible. It was finally his turn to be blessed by the Goddess. Whisper wasn’t even sure what happiness was, but he’d felt a spark of contentment when he was with Morrigan. His life had been a series of battles and victories.
A warm breeze blew particularly hard. It shifted the rain toward an angle and the water sprayed across his chest. The armor would keep his skin dry. It also hid the results of his childhood with the trolls. Whisper would have to tell her and he dreaded that conversation. Perhaps they could stick with hard sex and battles instead. He inhaled deeply, not wanting to think about the past, but a familiar scent came with the next breeze.
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