Morrigan.
He knew her smell. It was crisp like a rain shower during a cold winter day. It made his nose tingle and his fingers curl. She wasn’t moving toward him, though, but the opposite direction. Where was she heading so late? The moon was up, though the gray clouds above prevented the sight. Whisper flexed his wings, ignoring the uncomfortable feel of rain on them. He flew toward the south. The only thing in this direction was woods and the shore. He landed just before a large grassy field, using his extremely sensitive eyes to find her. There, in the shadows, she was running. From what? Her hair was lifted from her shoulders by the winds, her arms pumping, her heels pushing off the ground. She stopped when she burst from the trees. The rain pelted her harder. Whisper shivered, quickly moving beneath a big tree. Any wetter and his wings would be useless.
Morrigan was standing there, looking toward the woods. What exactly was she staring at? He sniffed the air but couldn’t catch any scent but hers. His cock responded. It went from soft to semi-hard in a matter of seconds. Whisper rubbed his crotch and nearly groaned at the pleasure that slithered up his spine. He wanted her again. Now. Pressed against the tree, her hands tied to the limb above, her legs spread to reveal her hot core, the rain blending with her cream. Whisper blew out a breath, his fangs scrapping at his bottom lip. He stepped closer and his smile turned to a frown.
A horse.
It walked toward Morrigan with wary steps. What would a horse be doing out here? Alone, without a companion. The horse whinnied, the wind shifted, and Whisper inhaled deeply. He knew that scent. “Kelpie,” Whisper said on a gasp. “Run!” he yelled, but the sudden downpour of rain took the sound. Whisper took to the sky, his wings sticking and heavy from the rain. He only made it a few feet before he crashed to the ground. His heart began to pound in his chest, and his feet slammed against the ground as he took off again. “Run!”
Morrigan cried out. Not a scream. Not a curse. She yelled his name.
Whisper ran faster, helpless as he watched the horse’s mane turn into appendages and grab Morrigan. He had to get to her. His mate needed him. That kelpie would haul her to the sea and heave her under into its lair. Whisper ran faster, trying to fly, but the rain was too heavy.
Whisper turned, running for the beach, hoping to reach it before the creature. He just needed to grab hold of Morrigan. A single touch and he would hold on for eternity. The kelpie ran faster, pushing into a powerful gallop. Whisper watched in horror as it sped and passed his spot for intersection. The kelpie’s horse form crashed into the oncoming waves. “Morrigan!”
Their eyes locked. Hers were wide with terror as the water began to lap over them. Whisper took a leap, his wings only lifting him slightly.
The storm raged around him as she began to sink beneath the water. Morrigan managed to grab his hand, and Whisper gasped for his last breath before he joined her. The weight of the water pressed against his wings and made his lungs burn. Still he held on. Nothing would loosen his grip. They were dragged deeper, the darkness growing as well as the cold. Whisper kept his eyes open, locked on Morrigan as they sank toward the bottom of the ocean. Together.
Chapter Six
Morrigan wanted to scream. Her fears were suddenly overwhelming. Her lungs were burning as she stared into Whisper’s eyes. Together they sank, pulled by this wicked creature posing as a horse. Struggling was useless, and her limbs were suddenly tired. She couldn’t breathe, and it was getting harder to keep the water out.
Then suddenly the horse pulled them through a cave. She couldn’t stop shivering as she fought against the restraints, and her tears mixed with water. Morrigan didn’t want to see Whisper die. She refused to be a witness to such an act, so she squeezed his hand as hard as she could and closed her eyes. She was prepared to open her mouth, breathe in the water, and drown before him.
There was a whoosh, her head slid against something and then broke the surface. Morrigan opened her eyes, only seeing darkness, and gasped wildly. The horse creature beneath her hauled her from the water and with her, Whisper. His eyes popped open, and water shot from his mouth. He began coughing, and Morrigan struggled anew. He was alive! The creature’s mane unwrapped, and she fell to the hard rock floor like a sack of potatoes. She was wet, exhausted, and still trying to catch her breath. Whisper pulled himself to her side, his hands wrapping around her as he coughed up water.
The creature shivered, shaking back and forth. It began to shift, transform, and suddenly the horse was a woman. Morrigan watched in horror and fascination. The horse was now a beautiful female with long brown hair down her back and large bare breasts with dark nipples. Morrigan was shocked as the woman stood there, a wicked smile on her face, and placed hands on her bare hips. Morrigan’s vision moved to the apex of her thighs. There were no pussy lips. Instead, there was a thick, hard cock between this thing’s legs. It was the biggest thing she’d ever seen. It was almost deformed in length and width. The tip was a strange blue that bulged out like an overgrown mushroom. The thing had to be at least twelve inches long. It rose out and then the balls descended from the creature’s body like some sort of alien attachment. The creature smiled and dove back into the water.
“Well, that was just fucked up.” Morrigan looked around, panic replaced with her will to survive. They were in an underwater cave. There was seaweed along the rock floor, and the walls curved upward in a dome shape. There was a light source up there, though she didn’t know what. It was similar to candlelight that gave everything an eerie glow. Not that there was anything in here to look at. “Whisper, you still with me?” she asked.
His black wings fluttered, and he struggled to sit up. “I am.” He coughed once more.
“What the fuck was that?” Morrigan got to her knees, wobbly and holding the wall to stay upright. It wasn’t pretty, but she was standing.
“Kelpie.”
“So, what? A shape shifting transvestite?”
Whisper cleared his throat, his voice stronger. “They can change sexes at will. It depends on what their next meal is.”
Morrigan spun toward him. “Meal?”
“If it’s a man, they will appear a beautiful woman. If it’s a woman they intend to eat, they will form into a well-endowed man.”
“And eat us...”
Whisper nodded. He frowned and fell back against the wall. His wings were hanging down his back like wet hair.
Morrigan was so torn. The reason she was in this mess was because he could be the traitor. The reason she was alive and not yet eaten by a fucking sea creature was because he risked death to join her. So was he the enemy or the man she should let into her heart? Morrigan looked away from him. “Thank you,” she said quietly. “For not leaving me down here alone.”
“I will never leave your side.” He reached out and caressed her cheek.
Damn it! When he did things like that, she couldn’t believe he was the traitor. At the moment, they had no time to discuss all the shit going on with the kingdom. “How do we get out of here? I’m assuming we can’t dive back in and swim to the surface.”
“It’ll wait out there.” Whisper sat a little straighter. “It stays until the victim dies then it returns, drawn to the smell of death.” He hesitated for a moment before continuing. “It will form the opposite sex of its prey. Violate them and then feast on the remains.”
Morrigan stopped her slow and steady walk around the small rocky area they had. “Wait. They wait for us to die, rape us, and then eat us.”
Whisper nodded.
“What the hell kind of fucked up creature is that?” Morrigan tried to keep the panic to a minimum, but damn it, she really did not need to know that kind of information. It took two long deep breaths before she was in control enough not to scream. “So, let’s get the hell out of here before it comes back. Can we fly up there?” She pointed to the hole above them were the light filtered through.
“No.” He shifted, his wings still dragging uselessly behind his back. “When they dry I will be able
to, but that will take a few hours.”
There was a ripple in the water. The brown hair was plastered to the creature’s head, and its eyes broke the surface of the water. It watched them. The pupils dilated, and Morrigan nearly pissed her pants. She spoke slowly, quietly. “We’re not dead yet.”
“Apparently it’s hungry,” Whisper said as he pulled his sword free.
The creature blinked rapidly, remaining where it was. “So what is it doing?” She ground her teeth together, ready to spring into action. She still had two knives strapped to her ankles.
“I do not know.”
She wasn’t sure if that was good or bad. It stayed there, human eyes just above the water watching them. Just as suddenly, it dipped back beneath the surface, and they were alone. “We need a plan. Now.” She needed her gun or a fucking rocket launcher. Oh, a flamethrower, that would fry this thing’s ass.
“We should attempt to get into that tunnel. If we get high enough, it will not be able to reach us.”
“It can’t fly or shift into a bird or something?”
Whisper looked at her as if she was the crazy one. “No. It’s a kelpie.”
“Well, sorry! This fucking thing went from horse to woman to man in seconds.”
Whisper walked toward her and positioned himself beneath the hole. He held out his hand, and Morrigan eagerly took it. Friend or foe, right now they were in the same crazy boat in danger of being dinner for this messed-up thing. “Up.”
Morrigan nodded and lifted her foot to the cradle of his hands. She held onto his head as he elevated her. It was shaky but she managed to shift and stand on his shoulders. Despite the boost, she was nowhere near that hole that could save them. “I’m too short.”
There was a plop of water, a ripple in the pool beside them, and Morrigan was quickly dropped. Whisper caught her, shoved her to the wall, and spun to face the water. His sword was out but so was that creature. Once again, its eyes were above the surface, watching, stalking, and hunting. It remained there for a moment or two and then dipped back down.
“My wings need to dry and then we will be able to get up there.”
That might not even be a way out but it sure as hell was better than standing here. Morrigan pulled both her knives free. The hilts felt solid and warm against her palms. They waited there, watching the surface of the water for any movement. Her heart was beating faster with every second that passed. The muscles in her legs stiffened and she fought cramps by shifting her position ever so slightly. Whisper looked like a statue. Patient, unmoving as time ticked by. She had no idea how long they waited there for this thing to strike.
But it did.
A woman, gorgeous with sharp-pointed teeth, shot from the water like an arrow aimed right for Whisper, stopping short of his blade and hissing at them. Whisper lunged, keeping close to Morrigan’s side. She added to the attack, shoving both blades toward the thing. It screeched, slashing human-like hands at them before jumping back into the water.
This was going to be a long damn night. Whisper looked back at her. “Do you believe you could climb that wall?” He jerked his head toward the right.
She hadn’t thought about that. Morrigan walked toward it slowly, watching the pool for any sign of their freaky kelpie. The wall wasn’t smooth but jagged. It might work, possibly. For the love of God, please let this work. She put one knife away and put the hilt between her teeth. Morrigan placed her hands on the wall, found small crevices and juts. She worked her way off the ground, damning herself for not learning to rock climb. She slipped, skimmed down the wall, and landed on her ass back on the floor. Whisper pulled her to her feet, protecting her back as she worked her way again up the wall. It was several feet before she found a good rhythm. The wall was less slippery higher up, and after a large pull upward, she was at the hole. Her cramped hand reached the edge and she struggled to pull herself higher.
Yes. There!
Morrigan grunted like a man as she wiggled and used every ounce of strength to pull herself up. There was space up here, a ledge where they could sit almost completely hidden. She pulled her legs up, gasping for breath as she peered over the edge. Whisper was still there, standing guard and looking sexy as hell. How could he be the traitor? She spit the knife out. “There’s space, a cavern, up here.” She reached down. There was no way she could reach him and pull him up. He’d have to climb as she did, but this time there was no one watching his back.
Whisper nodded and took a few steps back before facing the wall. He returned the sword to its sheath around his waist and began to climb. Hand after hand, foot after foot. Morrigan kept watch, her knife ready. She would jump down if she had to and spear that thing right in its black heart.
The water rippled.
Morrigan’s eyes went wide and she grabbed Whisper’s outstretched hand. Their palms touched, fingers clasped, and she pulled as hard as she could. His torso was over the ledge. Whisper’s legs hung down, and the kelpie grabbed hold of his ankle. He kicked out but missed.
Morrigan threw her knife, sliced the thing’s cheek, and jammed her hands around Whisper’s leg. “He’s mine!” She tugged. The creature let go, fell to the rocky cave floor, and began screeching.
Whisper pulled himself to the edge of the dimly lit cavern.
Morrigan jerked back as the creature lunged upward. It couldn’t reach them and the sexy woman shifted into a man, muscles, six-pack and big cock all on display for her eyes. It waved to her and grabbed the thick cock that jutted between its legs. “Fuck you! I am not that hard up!” she yelled. The thing tried one more lunge before jumping back into the water.
Whisper grabbed her arm, pulling her toward him, and planting a kiss on her forehead. “I am yours.”
She hadn’t meant it like that or had she? Her mind and heart were still torn on that one. Morrigan gazed up at the ceiling, praying for some sort of hole or tunnel that they could crawl out of. Her lips parted, and her eyes went wide. It was, literally, a ceiling of rock and a small crack between the rocks that let in the smallest filtering of light. It led to the surface. She could see a piece of the sky and a few stars. How did they come this close to the surface when they dove so deep to begin with? Maybe that thing was trying to drown them first.
“If we break that open, the ceiling will cave in,” Whisper said.
Morrigan’s hope faded. He was right. There wasn’t much holding that ceiling up, and when it did go, the whole place would be crumbled and they’d be back on the main floor with the kelpie. “Damn it.” She was just about out of optimism.
“We will survive,” Whisper said without an ounce of sarcasm.
“Can you see the future now? Some crystal ball I don’t know about?” She sat back against the rock wall.
“My balls are not crystal.” He grinned, showing some fang. “And we will not die because I have yet to get you in my bed. Tied down...” He leaned closer. “Legs spread, breasts bared to my eyes with small wooden clamps squeezing them.”
Morrigan blanched. She swallowed hard and stared at Whisper. He really was a dominant. “I am not subservient.” She tried for tough, unflinching, but it came out rather hoarse.
“You are my submissive.” He closed the gap between them. His mouth on her created a wild erotic ride as he ravaged her lips. His tongue and fangs gave the kiss more depth, and by the time he pulled away, she was creaming between her legs and clenching her thighs together. She knew just how good the sex with him could be. Her cheeks grew hot as she thought of their first time, fucking on the battlefield like animals. What would it be like if Whisper took his time? Morrigan bit her bottom lip. She could only imagine the heights he could bring her. He leaned closer, this time his lips lingering on her neck. He suckled her tanned skin, and she felt the sting of his fangs sliding across her delicate flesh.
“What’s with the fangs?” There. She asked.
He stopped his sensual exploration of her neck. Their eyes locked, and he parted his lips to show her the white, sharp teeth. He see
med to be debating the answer. She wasn’t sure she was prepared for the answer.
“I am...mutated. I carry several troll traits.”
“You’re part troll?”
“Not by choice,” he said harshly and then kicked the nearest rock through the hole. There was a thunk as it landed below them and a plop as it bounced into the water. “I was...born in the fairy kingdom, but my parents were not in agreement with the old king’s policies. We moved away, alone in the woods, and it wasn’t long before the trolls found us. Two old fairies and a young boy.” He shook his head. “They were killed and I was taken.” Whisper slipped a strap off his shoulder and over his arm. “They kept me alive, unwilling and scared out of my mind. I lost all sense of time as they fed off me.” He pulled the armor that he always wore off his chest.
Morrigan’s mouth fell open. On his muscular chest were bite marks. She could see the outline of the mouth and two sharp puncture holes. “They bit you.”
“The king did not tell the whole truth. The trolls do want our territory, but they also want our blood. For them it’s an aphrodisiac, a pleasure enhancer.”
Morrigan reached out to touch his chest. Her fingertips dragged along his skin and over the old wounds. “They didn’t come to look for you, the other fairies?”
“They did not know I was taken. I grew up with the trolls in a dark cave where they would periodically come in to feed me or feed off me. When I matured they put me in a big cavern along with other creatures. Leprechauns, banshees, other fairies and even other trolls. We fought, battles spurred on by the trolls who kept us captive. I spent my… what do you call them?... teenage years fighting for my life for their entertainment.”
Morrigan’s palm caressed his abs, hard and smooth.
“All the feeding took a toll, and I needed blood to continue fighting. Therefore, they gave me theirs and things started changing. I won every single fight.” Whisper grinned. It was malicious and slightly disturbing. “I became the champion, and when I was strong enough to escape, I did. I killed everyone in that cavern. Anything that took a breath to cheer on the bloodshed was dead by my hands, and then I found the entrance and walked into the sunlight.” He closed his eyes. “It was amazing to feel the sun on my face again and the wind… oh, how I missed the wind.” He opened his eyes and looked at Morrigan. “I rejoined the fairy kingdom and kept the past to myself. I do not know if they would trust someone so dark.”
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