“I want you again.” He spoke with his lips moving over her neck. His fangs rubbed along the delicate skin of her neck.
Morrigan rubbed against his body like a cat in heat. Despite being soaked and sore from the ordeal, she pushed him up so he straddled her chest. Leaning upward she tugged his armor down so his thick, hard cock bobbed free of the constraints. Though his balls were hidden, his shaft was erect, ready. Morrigan wrapped her lips around his head, intent on sucking him to madness. There was something about cock in her mouth and pre-cum along her taste buds that sent her crazy. She loved it, and with Whisper, she loved it more. This gave her the power, and she relished that feeling with such a strong, dominant fairy. Her tongue ran along the side of his shaft. She grabbed his knife piercing with her teeth, tugging while her palm rubbed against the head of his penis.
Whisper groaned.
Damn, what a sound! She let go of the jewelry and returned to the head of his cock. He shoved a hand in her hair and guided her mouth to his erection. She savored the flavor, taking as much as she could in. He moved her head back and forth, shallow movements that mimicked sex. She couldn’t wait to get naked with him again. What did that say about her willpower? She’d spent all her life being stronger than most men, but here, she was a submissive. Talk about a curve in the path of life. Morrigan felt the head of his cock slip deeper down her throat. His hand moved down her shirt, and he pinched her nipple between his big fingers.
There was a quick snap and a loud smash. Morrigan let the cock fall from her mouth just as Whisper jerked forward. He fell, nearly on her, his face and cock now buried in the sand. She pushed him off her, unaware of what hit him, but she sure as hell was going to protect him. The foul smell of trolls made her wrinkle her nose, and then the knife at her throat stilled her.
“Pretty.” The troll spoke slowly.
Morrigan frowned, glancing at Whisper who was still out cold. Well, that blowjob could have gone better.
Chapter Seven
Whisper growled. Before he opened his eyes, he let out a fierce angry roar.
The sound made Morrigan shiver and shift farther from him. They were both on a dirt floor with chains around their necks and wrists. It irritated her skin something fierce as she sat there and waited for Whisper to wake.
He opened his eyes to slits, hopping up so he was on all fours with his head lowered. His wings spread wide, and the chains around them rattled. He bared his fangs and lunged forward, which only made the collar around his neck tighter. First he glared at the two trolls that guarded them and growled viscously then glanced to his right where she sat. The way he looked at her was frightening enough for her to freeze like prey in the sight of a big predator.
His fingers uncurled, his back stopped arching, and finally he closed his mouth to hide his fangs. “Trolls?”
Morrigan nodded.
He sat on his ass. “Not since I was ten did someone get the drop on me.”
“How old are you?”
“One hundred and ninety-five,” he said with a lifted brow.
“Oh...but you admit I do give good head.” She tried to ease the guilt on her shoulders. If she had been able to keep her hands, or rather her mouth, to herself, they wouldn’t be in this mess.
Whisper grinned. “I’ll spank you for that distraction later.”
“It looks like we’re in an alcove. I stood up before and saw trees and some hills.”
“We must have come ashore right near their new lair.”
“Talk about luck,” Morrigan mumbled. “What do you think they’re going to do to us?” She wasn’t going to die just when she found a man as irresistible as Whisper.
“I have been collared before.” He ground his teeth and leaned back against the rock wall. “Only once, when I was fighting in the games.”
Now why did that sound like a very bad thing? “Games as in Parcheesi?”
“I do not know that word.” Whisper gazed at her. “The games are much like your human gladiator games.”
Oh, fuck. All those TV shows and movies flashed before her eyes. Sweaty men with swords and tridents hacking each other to pieces as a crowd roared for blood. “But you’ve won before, right? In those games.”
The look he gave her was part frightening but encouraging. “I’ve never lost.”
****
Morrigan was stiff, her body sore from sitting on the hard ground. She didn’t know how long she’d been there, glancing at Whisper who knelt as still as a statue watching the guards. Eventually the guards came closer and orders were yelled from down the tunnel. She couldn’t make out what they said, but she stood as the trolls approached.
“It’s time,” Whisper said, low and deep.
The troll smelled like a corpse had rolled in shit and then rotted for a week in the sun. She nearly hurled as he unchained her from the wall and herded her toward the opening of the cave. Morrigan tamped down the panic. Why weren’t they taking Whisper? Where were they bringing her? She steeled her nerves, balled her fists, and tried to take in as much of their surroundings as possible. Maybe she’d see something or overhear a particular piece of information. Anything at all might help. They left the collar on but tied her wrists behind her back with rope.
She stumbled down a dimly lit tunnel and craned her neck as far as it would go to stare back at Whisper. He was growling, struggling against his restraints like an animal. His fangs and his bulging muscles were damned intimidating. She was glad he was on her side. Still, that wouldn’t mean shit if she had to fight while he was chained. The cave entrance opened up, and to her surprise, she saw the ocean. The very shore they washed up on was before her. They really had stumbled right to the trolls’ door. Didn’t that just figure?
“Down,” the troll ordered.
Morrigan looked back at him, taking in the hideous scaly skin and the long protruding fangs. “I’ll get on my knees when you take a fucking bath!”
Whisper’s laughter echoed through the tunnel.
The troll hissed at her and shoved her to the ground. Morrigan rolled to her back, searching the ground for anything, and she nearly yelled triumphantly when she found a sharp-edged rock. Well, dull-edged but hell, at this point, she’d take what she could get. Morrigan concealed it in her hand and glared up at the troll. The creature sneered at her and kicked her right in the hip. It stung like a son of a bitch and, being bound, she couldn’t stop herself from rolling. She spun a few times down a hill and landed in a dirty heap at the bottom of a...
Morrigan looked around.
It was a fighting pit, a big hole with dirt walls. There was dried blood sprayed over the dirt, and she didn’t even want to guess what that blob was over in the left corner. The walls were nearly eight feet high, so she wasn’t getting over that easily. She kept her back to the dirt and began jamming the rock into the rope around her wrists. She forced the edge into the thin rope over and over, trying to look angry and not sneaky.
Trolls began to gather around the edge of the pit. Not just one or two either. There had to be at least two dozen trolls. Her stomach protested the stench. There was a forest way back beyond the cave. She saw treetops over the hills and a few ocean breezes gave her nose much needed relief. There was mud under her feet, and she adjusted so her sneaker would stop sinking in.
Now what?
She wasn’t sure what to do or what to expect. Morrigan waited quietly, rubbing at the rope and finally feeling it begin to fray.
One of the trolls let out a howl and tumbled down the dirt wall to land on his feet. Morrigan watched him closely. He puffed his chest out and threw his sword up at his friends who cheered him on. Great, now he was curling his meaty hands into fists and slowly walking toward her. What the fuck was she supposed to do with her hands tied behind her back? Morrigan shoved the rock into the dirt and tugged at the rope around her wrist. She walked backward. Talk about cowardly bastards. They wouldn’t even give a girl a fair chance.
There was a commotion over the troll’s shoulder
, and Morrigan took a brief peek toward it. She gasped and looked again. Was that what she thought it was? It looked like the top of fairy wings. She couldn’t see much as the trolls blocked her view. Damn it, that could be their traitor. She hopped up, trying to get the color of the wings, but the damn fairy was hidden in shadow. Morrigan growled out her frustration, and then the troll charged.
She jerked to her left. The troll missed her and slammed his head into the dirt. There were laughs and cheers from the crowd around them. She yanked harder on the rope, stepping backwards as the troll turned and spit out dirt. He swung his fist wide, and Morrigan jumped backward. She took two quick steps and started making her way to the edge of the pit. The creature followed. He slammed his fist into her stomach, and she couldn’t shift fast enough to avoid the hit. Morrigan felt the impact like a freight train. It took the breath from her lungs, and her eyes watered. She used her heel to jam against his shin. He cried out, collapsing to one knee. Morrigan kicked high and landed a blow to his ugly face. He jerked forward, slamming his bulky body into her leg. She fell back, her eyes widening as they landed hard. Morrigan tried to gather air into her lungs as she rolled away from the troll. He was standing now, coming toward her, and she maneuvered to her knees. He swung and she dove. Another two rolls and she used her feet to propel to a stand. Facing the troll made her realize two things.
Now she was fucking pissed.
And the rope finally broke.
Chapter Eight
Morrigan pulled her hands free, throwing the rope to the ground. “You are fucked!” she said, and he growled at her. He swung and this time she knew she had the advantage. Morrigan blocked him with her forearm. She slugged him in the gut, used her elbow to slam into his chin, and kicked him right between the legs. The troll was down in the dirt, writhing and thrashing on the ground like the fucking coward he was. Morrigan was triumphant and really freaking angry. She jerked her head up and tried desperately to find the traitorous fairy in the crowd.
Where was the fairy?
She scanned, heard cheers from the crowd as the troll got to his knees, and then he fell back to the dirt.
There! There!
Morrigan watched as the shadows shifted and she could make out the outline of wings. It was definitely a man. He was tall, with longish hair and muscular. Damn it, that described every single fairy in the kingdom. Then Morrigan heard his voice.
“This was not part of the plan! You disobey me, your king, by bringing them here. They could identify me!”
Morrigan parted her lips and screamed out his name. The traitor. The fairy that murdered Carrick. The man whose heart she would see parted from his chest. “Mord!”
The fairy spun quickly on his heels, and his angelic face came into view. His eyes were wide, and his mouth pulled into a shocked O. “Kill them. Now!”
Well, she didn’t plan on that turn of events. Two trolls rushed down into the pit with swords. She backed away. A deafening, horrific roar echoed throughout the cave. It made her skin crawl, and she jerked her head toward to entrance.
The darkness from inside the cave parted, and a shirtless Whisper flew out. The chains rattled behind him where he ripped them right from the wall. His fangs were bared, his hands curled into fists, and his black wings spread. He looked like an angel of death as he swooped into the pit.
Whisper went right for the trolls before her. He plunged down, grabbed hold of one troll’s head, and twisted. There was a satisfying pop, the body fell, and Whisper grabbed a sword. He looked crazed with wide eyes and chains dragging behind him. Morrigan was momentarily stunned by the sight as he sliced the other troll and seized his sword. He then looked up over the crowd, and he let out this awful, angry war cry. Whisper pointed the tip of the sword at Mord who looked paler than he did a moment ago.
Whisper threw her the other sword, and the moment the hilt touched her hand, the crowd of trolls descended into the pit toward them. Morrigan watched Whisper take out the first three that landed in the pit. There was a commotion behind her. She turned in time to see the sword swinging for her back. She crashed into the dirt, flipping to her back and blocking the blade as it came down. Morrigan kicked the troll’s leg. The sword eased up, and she spun out of the way. Whisper leapt over her spinning form, and he engaged the troll as she stood. Morrigan really wished she had taken those sword lessons right about then.
She blocked another attempt on her life. Her eyes scanned the crowd, but she only saw one fairy, hers. That bastard Mord must have run off. The sick, twisted fuck wanted them dead, so he could keep under the radar. She blocked two more sword swings. The next second Whisper was beside her. He took over, leaving her to protect their back. She wasn’t really doing too much damage, but Morrigan was happy keeping some trolls occupied while Whisper sliced them to pieces.
She began tripping over troll corpses, blocking swords, and kicking in shins or balls. When her arms tired, Whisper finished off the trolls before him and came to her aid. Morrigan spun as he took control of the current fight. The pit was empty. Well, with the exception of dead trolls and her dark fairy. She turned toward him, catching a glimpse as he ran the last troll through with his sword. The chains still rattled from his wrists, and Morrigan’s collar was beginning to cut at her skin.
“Is that it?” she asked quietly. Did they actually make it out of this shit?
Whisper held out his hand, dug his feet into the sand, and helped her up the hill. The top of the pit seemed a lot higher when her muscles were so sore from the fight. Still, they made it up. Morrigan noticed his wings were still damp. They hung lower than normal and sand stuck to the delicate edges. She landed on her knees at the top of the pit, overjoyed to make it out of that stinking hole. Morrigan was even happy to announce that the fight had stirred her zeal. She wanted Whisper with an ever-growing passion. She loved watching him fight. The way his muscles bunched and flexed was magnificent. She grinned at him as she stood on wobbly legs. After they caught that bastard Mord, she was going to tear Whisper’s clothes off and eat him alive.
Morrigan looked at his handsome face. Her infatuation faded at the way his lips tightened into a line and his head lowered. She stared at the forest before them. Her hand tightened on the hilt of her unstained sword. More trolls. A lot more. With a quick glance left to right, she counted at least two dozen.
This was about to get bloody.
“Where is my blue freak?” A deep male voice held a hint of danger.
Morrigan looked up. She’d never been so happy to see the blue sky and the rainbow of colored wings coming to their rescue. Thame was flapping his golden wings, diving down to land at Morrigan’s side.
“There he is,” Thame said with a grin. “We missed you.”
Keyn was beside Whisper. His red wings held him just above the ground.
Whisper smiled at her, showing his fangs. The next moment he was running toward the trolls with a roar of outrage. Morrigan held her ground as Thame and Keyn attacked. She wasn’t exactly skilled with the sword. Instead, she watched all three men. When their backs were compromised, she’d dart into the battle, wield her sword a few times to give them some help, and then dash back to the edge of the pit. It seemed to work as the trolls were littering the ground, and the fairies were kicking some serious ass.
A loud deep horn sounded. Some trolls began to run. They scurried into the forest, and the fairies were quickly alone on the battlefield. “We must return to the kingdom!” Whisper urged. He ran to Morrigan and wrapped his arms around her.
“What’s your hurry? They’re on the run. We can pick them off.” Thame flew as high as the treetops but was stopped by Morrigan’s words.
“We know who the fairy traitor is.”
****
Brielle was home, the dwelling she shared with her mate Mord. She wore a slinky white gown that hugged her hips and breasts. Despite her emotions when she looked in the mirror, she smiled. This had been a gift from him when they first mated. It had decorative white beads at t
he top near her cleavage. She remembered the first day she tried it on and was so nervous she ripped the strand and white beads scattered across the floor. Mord had helped her pick every single one up, sewed them on with her help, and then they made love. Sweet, gentle, intimate acts that made her heart swell with affection.
Brielle’s eyes drifted to the bed, the sheets unwrinkled and the comforter only mussed on one side. It had been like this for decades. She was alone, unwanted and rejected. Brielle frowned and turned from the mirror. Her white wings were still as she walked to the bed and pulled the gown off. The seam ripped from the pressure. She held the garment in her hand, ashamed at herself. There were worse things in life. Look at poor Whisper and his mate. They were missing. Their king was dead and the war was taking a horrible toll on their little community. Mord was busy trying to solve the kingdom’s problems. He was doing good work, and that was all that mattered.
Brielle took a deep breath then pulled another gown on. This one was a pretty bright yellow that she pulled over her hips up to her breasts. She slid the straps onto her shoulders and smoothed out any wrinkles with her hands. Brielle then plastered on her smile and walked to the balcony door. It was time to check on the queen and the newest addition to the kingdom, Princess Adara.
She flew out into the morning warmth and made her way to the new palace. At least until the leprechauns finished rebuilding the old one. Their little heads swiveled as she flew by, and she waved at each and every one. She even winked at the old one that only scowled at her. Eventually he would see the world was full of wonders and hope.
Brielle made her way into the home. She gave a bow to Queen Brook who was rocking Adara back and forth. “I’ll play with her,” she offered. Brielle would do anything to spend more time with the child. She placed a hand against her own empty womb but didn’t frown. She kept that smile on her lips and took Adara into her arms. The child was getting heavy. Adara cooed and began to play with the strands of Brielle’s silky blonde hair.
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