Morrigan touched the side of his torso then pulled her hand away. “So you hate the trolls.”
“Stronger than hate.”
“You can’t be the traitor!” Morrigan was relieved, scared, and horny at the same time.
“Traitor?”
There was a hiss from below them and Morrigan stared over the edge to see the kelpie, this time with large breasts, bouncing them around like she-slash-it was on a trampoline. “Yeah, real nice!” Morrigan said, full of sarcasm, before returning to Whisper. “Brook thinks Carrick’s death wasn’t from the trolls.”
Whisper lifted a brow. “She noted the lack of troll tracks as well? Smart girl...queen.” He cleared his throat.
“You knew?”
“Suspected.” He leaned forward and shook his wings like a wet dog. Droplets sprayed everywhere.
“So now she’s up there was a baby and a traitor, and we’re still fucking stuck down here.” Morrigan was so fed up with this crap, between her ardent feelings for a dominant and the crazy shit going on with the trolls. “Okay, how the hell are we going to get out of here?” She had to think, stop focusing on the shirtless fairy who made her nipples harden, and concentrate on a plan. “We could kill it and swim back to the surface.”
Whisper nodded. “Good.” He shifted to the edge of the entrance.
“What? Wait. How are you going to kill it?”
He turned toward her and pulled his sword free. “With you safe up here, I am able to focus on the enemy.” With that, he hopped down the hole and landed right in front of the freaky kelpie.
Morrigan knew Whisper was a badass but watching him battle this thing was astounding. Even without his wings, he moved with the speed and grace of a big cat. Each movement was precise and followed by a slice or punch. The kelpie bit at Whisper’s appendages, but he retreated from each lunge. Morrigan was holding her knife know, watching with spellbound terror as Whisper fought for their lives. He wasn’t even breaking a sweat. Lunge, retreat, spin, punch and lunge again, repeatedly until the kelpie’s arms were bloodied. Red liquid pooled on the rock floor. Whisper opened his mouth, revealing white fangs, and leapt at the kelpie.
Morrigan held her breath.
He sunk his fangs into its neck, pulling at the skin until arterial spray shot out like lightning. He back flipped away from the howling creature. Red drenched the walls and parts of Whisper. The thing fell to its knees and then landed with a wet plop. Whisper shoved it with his foot, sending the lifeless body into the water with a splash.
“And you couldn’t kick its ass before we got into the cave!” Damn it, he was scary good.
“I cannot fight in water.” He stated matter-of-factly.
“And when we were in the cave?”
He splashed water over his body to rid it of blood. “You were in the strike zone.” He looked up at her. “Remain there.” Whisper began to climb the wall.
“Shouldn’t we be swimming to the surface?” She moved back and leaned against the rock wall.
“We must wait for the mate to smell the blood and kill that one too.”
“Its...mate.” Oh, shit.
“They are always in pairs.”
Morrigan rubbed her face with her cold hands. Great, now they could add pissed-off kelpie mate to their list of problems.
“With you up here, I will kill it just as quickly.” He pulled himself through the hole.
Morrigan got a fantastic view of his back and found more bite marks like the ones on his chest. Four in total and she reached out as if to caress them with her fingertips. She pulled her hand back to her side when she realized what she was doing. When had her libido gotten to such power that it ruled over her head?
Whisper began to remove his leg armor.
Morrigan was speechless, entranced by his movements as he pulled the armor down his legs to reveal slim but muscular thighs and well-defined calves. There were no marks here but she let her sight linger. That was until she saw the patch of skin that was his ass. She pulled her head to the left so quickly she got whiplash and a sharp pain in her shoulder.
He was naked.
Whisper was naked!
Next to her.
Fuck.
Morrigan swallowed hard, squeezing her thighs together at the thought of him turning around and showing her the thick cock that brought her so much pleasure.
“It will be some time before the mate smells the blood and returns.” He spoke and then Morrigan felt his breath fanning her cheek. “I have an idea of what we can do until then.”
“I think we should focus on...”
“Hush.” His voice went deeper, hoarse, and his lips pressed against her jaw, little kisses followed by a long lick of his tongue. “Look at me.”
That sounded like a command, an order, and Morrigan wanted so badly to ignore it, but her body shivered and she turned her head slightly. There, she wasn’t exactly giving in. She could see Whisper grinning at her, wickedly and sensually. His fangs were out. He licked his bottom lip, and Morrigan slowly drew her sight downward. That amazingly muscled chest, killer abs, outward belly button and...
Morrigan swallowed hard, her mouth watering. Well, hello, big boy! Her lips parted. His cock was primed and ready. The tip was tinted red and mushroom-shaped with a small hole that leaked white fluid. The shaft was hard, jutting forward, and thick enough that she wouldn’t be able to wrap her hand around him. At the base were a few neatly trimmed blue hairs, and to her surprise, a piercing. She lifted a brow and grinned. “Now where does a fairy get that?” The piercing looked gold and was in the shape of a miniature dagger.
“I am always with weapons,” he said slowly. “Now take off your shirt.”
Morrigan obeyed. Well, sort of. She wanted her shirt off, so it’s not as if she was really obeying him as much as agreeing with him. She pulled the shirt over her head. Her breasts were bare, the nipples hardened long ago, and she knew the moment his eyes fell on her belly button piercing. It was rather comical as hers was a miniature silver dagger that dangled from short chain to tickle the top of her jeans.
“We are fated.” Whisper reached out, touching the jewelry with his fingertip. He tugged ever so lightly before running his hands up her torso. His palms came over her breasts like an eclipse. He rubbed, his fingers finding her nipples and pinching. The pressure increased and the pleasure blended with pain. He twisted. She groaned and her head fell back. When had she become so addicted to the blending of passion and pain?
Whisper leaned forward, wrapping his lips around a taut nipple and sucking. Her core trembled, and she grabbed onto his shoulders for balance. He did wicked things with his tongue and fangs. She could hardly breathe from the satisfaction as he turned his attention to the other nipple. When his mouth left her body, she groaned, feeling the loss so heavy she ached. Morrigan opened her eyes, glancing at Whisper. Blue locks had fallen over his eyes again. They made him look so dangerous and sexy. She struggled with her jeans. In the cramped quarters, she had to sit down, pull everything off, and then move back to her knees. She was facing him, both as naked as the day they were born.
Whisper grabbed his cock. He stroked it from base to tip and back again. “Your mouth...here.”
Again, an order, but Morrigan wanted so badly to suck his cock. She ignored the warning bells in her head. This wasn’t being submissive, just sexual. She wanted this too. Morrigan went down to her hands and knees, her neck craning so she could close her lips over the tip of his cock. Whisper groaned. The sound echoed in the small chamber. Her tongue swirled, and she glided her mouth down the shaft. Morrigan found that sweet spot under his head and massaged. Whisper’s hips jerked forward, and his hand fisted in her hair. He pulled her up and she moaned, not yet finished with that big beautiful dick.
His lips were on hers. The kiss was animalistic. His hand lowered between her legs. Oh, fuck, she was so ready to come without much attention at all. His fingers skimmed over her slit, pressing her pussy lips apart, and then two fingers pierced
her core. Morrigan gasped, her head falling back.
“On your back. Hands above your head.”
Was that a command? She frowned, shifting to her butt and then her back. Her legs spread wide, giving him a view of her pussy. Just the thought of him seeing her most intimate parts made Morrigan wetter. His thumb caressed her entrance but didn’t penetrate then skated in her juices up to her clit. Whisper circled the bud and Morrigan found herself writhing in eagerness, the hard floor forgotten as an orgasm began to build.
Whisper’s palm slapped against her inner thigh.
It was a hard slap, and she sat up quickly, shocked.
“Down,” he said. His dark eyes were slits as he watched her, his head lowered like a predator. Morrigan cursed her hormones and then lay back down.
Whisper caressed the stinging skin of her thigh, his thumb starting circles on her clit. The pressure was building again, her hips gyrating, and her eyes closed as she was so close to climax.
Another slap to her other inner thigh.
Her eyes popped open, and she gasped but remained supine.
Whisper smiled, fangs and all. “Good girl.” He rewarded her by working his palm over her clit.
Morrigan’s toes curled, her breathing was all over the place, and she grabbed her own breasts to pinch the hard nipples. So close, so damn close to that all-consuming pleasure spike.
“Legs wider.” Whisper kept rubbing her so she obeyed. Morrigan spread her legs as far as she could, watching as he grabbed his cock and stroked a few times. The heavy dick bobbed with each movement. When he finished teasing his appendage, he opened his palm and slapped her right between the legs.
The sting was instant. Her core creamed. She groaned aloud, squeezing her nipples harder.
“Open.” His voice was guttural.
Morrigan hadn’t realized she closed her legs. She opened them wider and received another slap against her pussy. Her inner muscles clenched. What was he doing to her? She was so hot, feverish, and unable to hold still.
“Over.”
She instantly complied. Shame was consumed by passion as she shifted to all fours. She lifted her ass and was delighted when he gave her ass cheek a good slap. Whisper reached beneath her, grabbing her small breasts and finding the nipples. He twisted and pinched until she cried out. Her climax was gaining ground. Morrigan’s clit throbbed deliciously. She felt Whisper’s head at her entrance, the tip entering and forcing muscles to part. He was so damn big and made her feel so full it was incredible. Whisper thrust deep. Her body jerked. His hand slapped against her ass cheek as his cock created wonderful friction inside her core. Morrigan couldn’t control the little moaning sound coming from her lips as he began to move. In and out. Full and empty. The sensations were rocking her world.
He pulled free and she nearly cried from the loss. She needed more. He was like a drug. Morrigan needed him. “Please. Whisper.” Her voice was breathy.
“Over.” She hurried to abide, rushing to her back and spreading her legs as far as they would go. His open palm slapped against her pussy, the sting running up and down her receptive skin. Whisper shoved deep, and Morrigan arched her back. She wanted to explode from the sheer satisfaction. He pulled free and grabbed a nipple, pinching the bud harshly before shoving his cock back inside her. “Hands above your head.”
She quickly did so.
“Knees to your chest.”
It was awkward but she moved her knees to her chest. His cock entered, one deep thrust, and Morrigan came, screaming her lungs out. The feeling was so rapturous and invigorating. Whisper’s cock kept pulsing inside her, a hard, deep rhythm that set her blood on fire. The orgasm was building again. He shifted free of her cunt and crawled up her body. She moaned long and loud when he straddled her torso.
What a sight. She could see dick and tanned skin and Whisper’s dark eyes. He pushed her breasts so they enclosed his dick like a loving hand. Whisper thrust his big cock between her breasts, using her nipples to keep them in place. The passion gave way to pulses of pain, and she came. Hard.
Her body shuddered, fingers curled, and her eyes closed. Whisper let go of her sore nipples, shifting so that his cock was at her lips. He looked dominating as he leaned over her head. His wings might be wet, but they were still impressive. All he had to do was lay on her, and he would probably crush her skull. It was a scary thought replaced by lust as his cock head probed her lips.
“Suck.”
Morrigan opened her mouth, taking the dick in and enjoying the salty taste. He began to fuck her mouth, short shallow thrusts, and then he went deeper. Morrigan gagged slightly as his cock slid down her throat. Whisper reached back and slapped between her parted legs. She cried out.
“Deeper.”
Whisper forced his cock further down her throat, and Morrigan fought the gagging sensation with all her strength. He growled out above her as his entire length entered. Morrigan gasped for breath when he pulled his cock free. He moved higher so his balls were hanging directly above her mouth. She took the hint, suckling his sack. Whisper held her hands above her head as she sucked on his balls, savoring, wallowing, and coming down from the high of such intense orgasms. He began breathing heavily. His hips worked back and forth above her. She thought for sure he was going to cum but instead moved away from her. He crawled back down her body so he was between her legs and in one smooth thrust, he filled her completely.
Morrigan came yet again. Her body hummed from the onslaught.
Whisper worked his cock in and out of her body. His dick was drenched in her juices. He hissed. His fangs showed as his head fell back. Sweat began to bead his chest. His heavy breathing echoed as he fucked her. Whisper then hugged her close, pulling her off the ground. Morrigan wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck. Her back hit the rock wall, and he pushed so deep she screamed. Whisper’s fangs sank into her right breast. They pierced skin and drops of blood slid down like tears. She felt lightheaded as another orgasm suddenly shattered her thoughts. Her lips parted, and she moaned wildly as Whisper fucked her. His body stiffened in her arms, and he grabbed hold of her hips as he thrust furiously. Whisper came, his body slippery with sweat, and he watched her face.
Morrigan was in a drowsy state as he yanked his cock from her body. She instantly felt empty and chilled to the bone. Whisper lay down beside her, gathering her into his arms, and she could honesty say she’d never been more comfortable.
There was a hiss below them and a wailing cry that echoed. It made Morrigan groan in dismay. Apparently, the kelpie’s mate was here. Talk about bad timing. She wanted nothing more than to suckle on Whisper’s soft cock and bring it back to life.
Whisper untangled from her and quickly slipped on his leg armor.
She sighed, loving the sight of him naked. What would it be like to live in a house with him? Naked for breakfast, naked for lunch, naked for dinner, naked for showers, and laying on the couch naked. Damn, she’d be getting laid at least three times a day, and the prospect made her smile. She didn’t even mind the ordering around he did while they had sex. Morrigan rather liked his dominant side, but she wouldn’t tell him that yet.
Whisper pulled his sword free, gave her a grin with fangs, and then hopped down the hole. Morrigan rushed to the edge, pulling on clothes as she went. She just buttoned up her jeans and looked down. She didn’t even get to see this fight. The thing was already sinking lifeless into the water, and Whisper was grinning up at her. Damn, that man made her chest ache. Morrigan grabbed his chest plate and hopped down the hole. He caught her, dragging her body down his, and making her legs feel like liquid. It was such a shame they had a long swim ahead of them, and they were in this damn cave. Morrigan wanted nothing more than to spend the day with him. Did she mention naked? She handed him his shirt and sat on the edge of the pool.
“You will have to guide me up.” His words were muffled by the armor he placed over his head.
“What?”
“I do not know that
technique, swimming.”
“You don’t know how to swim!” He’d rushed into the sea to save her and didn’t have a clue how to swim.
He showed her his half-dried black wings. “We fly over oceans, not through them.”
“Right.” She hopped into the water, happy that it was not freezing, but warmish against her skin.
Whisper plopped in beside her, his wings shivering as the water engulfed them. He took a deep breath and went under. Morrigan was quick to do the same. They fumbled through the darkness but quickly found an opening, and once through, she grabbed his arm and tugged him with her. She kicked hard with her feet but found Whisper floating instead of weighing her down. He looked like he didn’t have a care in the world as they held their breath and made their way toward the surface. Whisper was right. They weren’t far under. The damn things must have been trying to drown them. Her head broke the surface, and she heard Whisper’s gasp beside her. She fumbled to get her wet hair out of her face and stared around. It was morning. The sun was just cresting over the horizon and giving the water a sparkling ripple with each gentle wave.
Morrigan took a moment to look around, found the shore, and began swimming toward it. Once again, Whisper went still, simply floating along wherever she pulled. He was making this a hell of a lot easier. Using most of her strength, she made it to the sandy shore. Whisper was taller and touched the bottom before she did. He was standing, trudging through the water with his black wings shuddering at every lap. This time he carried her as he walked the rest of the way to the shore. When they were completely free of the sea, he dropped to his knees, placed her on the sand, and came over her. His heavy body felt perfect, and he placed his forehead over hers. His chest was heaving against her, and the friction was causing her nipples to tingle and harden.
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