“Thank you!” Brook said. She smiled and walked out of the room toward the war room. At least that’s what they dubbed that place with charts and plans for the next attack.
Brielle held Adara close, inhaling that lovely baby smell and kissing the child’s cheek. She spun around slowly and Adara laughed. “Such a pretty girl.” Brielle fluttered her wings and Adara watched amazed. When Brielle lifted them off the ground and hovered in the air, Adara began a serious of contagious laughs that made Brielle forget all her troubles.
“Brielle.”
The queen was at the door, a bloody Whisper by her side. “Are you injured?” She held Adara close and saw Morrigan step into the room, a sword in her hand.
“Brielle, as your queen, I am ordering you to put my child down.”
Brielle straightened her spine, confused and slightly insulted. “Of course.” She took her time, taking care to put Adara on the blanket on the floor and returning her feet to the ground. “Is there something wrong?”
Brook took long steps to Adara and grabbed the child up as if she was afraid. That was just a preposterous thought. Brielle was a healer. She had no use for swords or...”What’s going on?”
Brook took a few steps back, and Whisper moved in front of her as if to protect her.
Brielle looked behind her. No one was there. What was everyone afraid of? “Please, tell me what’s going on!”
Brook took a long look at her, and her shoulders slumped down. “We know who the traitor is.”
Brielle gasped. “You couldn’t possibly think it was me! I was in the palace with the others. I would never harm my king!”
“No, Brielle. The fairy that killed the king was your mate.”
Her words seemed to slow, the word “mate” drawing out for nearly a minute. Her mate? Mord? Mord couldn’t possibly hurt the king.
“I saw him, Brielle,” Whisper said. The man that never uttered more than a word looked her in the eyes and spoke loudly. “He is the traitor. Mord killed our king. Where is he?” Whisper took a step toward her.
Traitor. Mord. The words were foreign to the tongue. Brielle couldn’t speak. She couldn’t breathe, and she would have sworn all she heard was the crack of her heart breaking. Brielle let out a wail, a cry so sorrow-filled she couldn’t believe she had made the sound, and then the world faded away. She vaguely realized she was falling backwards. There was a thump, and somewhere far away someone was calling her name. Then there was a shooting pain through her head and then...then there was nothing.
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Morrigan rushed to the fairy’s side as the woman fell backward. Her eyes had rolled into the back of her head, damn it! By the time Morrigan made it to Brielle’s side, the beautiful fairy was out cold. “I really wish we had done this by the couch.” Morrigan dropped her sword and felt for a pulse. Yes, there is was, strong and quick. “She fainted.”
“I can’t believe she’d be in on this,” Brook said, holding Adara close.
“I don’t think she is. Did you see her face? She was...heartbroken.” Morrigan felt the back of Brielle’s head and found a small bump. It was Keyn who came rushing to Brielle’s side, gathering the fairy up in his arms and bringing her to the couch. “I don’t think she knew.” Morrigan looked at Whisper who finally put his sword away.
“Sweep the kingdom for Mord,” Brook said. Her voice was a combination of gloomy and irate.
“And what of Brielle?” Whisper asked.
“Morrigan and I will stay with her.”
Morrigan nodded. She waited until the men left and moved her forgotten sword to the wall. “What if she didn’t know? What if she is innocent?”
Brook stared at her. “I believe she is. And I will not condemn her for her mate’s actions.” Adara reached out and a reluctant Brook allowed her to reach toward the unmoving Brielle.
Morrigan wiped a hand over her face, exhaustion finally catching up to her. “I’m sorry, Brook. I wish you were wrong about it being a fairy.”
“So do I.” Brook was unusually stoic and remained so as one by one the fairy warriors returned without the traitor.
Chapter Nine
Morrigan was in the room Brook gave her. It was nearly sunset, and a few of the fairies had gone back out to search for the traitor. Despite their efforts, it seemed Mord had slipped from their grasp. Brielle had awoken and was in shock. She could barely speak, let alone threaten the queen and little Adara. Morrigan had personally brought Brielle to the spare room beside hers and tucked the gorgeous fairy into bed. She was compliant, quiet, and in moments began to cry. Tears were followed by more sobbing until Brielle had cried herself to sleep. Then Morrigan left and returned to her own room. She pulled off all her clothes and sat naked in the bathtub as it filled with hot water. Her skin tingled and her lids were hard to keep open. When the tub filled, she turned off the water and leaned back. All she wanted to do was clean her skin and sleep for a freaking week. Of course, with breaks for food and sex.
The word made her think of her dark fairy, and despite all the chaos going on, Morrigan smiled. Somehow, he managed to wiggle his way under her armor and into her heart. Wasn’t that a kick in the ass? She liked a dominant man. Morrigan stretched her legs out and placed her arms on the side of the tub. She eased her legs open and wiggled her ass against the button of the tub. How is it that despite how utterly tired she was, her body still wanted action? Her mind was liquefying in her skull, but her core creamed with each ripple in the water.
Freaking hormones.
Morrigan shifted her neck from side to side, and when she took a deep breath, the warmth from the tub mixed with the musky scent of man. Morrigan opened her eye just a slit and smiled. Whisper was on the balcony. His black wings filling the doorframe, and his head was lowered, fangs bared.
“I like my mark on you.” He tilted his head and licked his bottom lip.
Morrigan rubbed the sore spot on her breast. There were two small puncture wounds. “Me too.” Morrigan sat up and let her hand drift lower to flick her nipple. It was hardening with every second in Whisper’s proximity.
“Stand up.” He stepped into the room. Whisper removed his sword, two daggers, and his boots.
Morrigan pinched her nipple once more before using the edge of the tub to stand. Water cascaded down her body to splash into the tub. She carefully stepped onto the wooden floor. Morrigan kept her legs spread, teasing him as only a woman could. She bit her bottom lip and rubbed the bite mark.
Whisper pulled off his chest armor.
Damn, but he was fine. He had lean muscle from years of fighting. The scars from those trolls were faded but visible. His abs were tight and there was a line of blue hair that disappeared into his trousers.
Whisper crooked his finger and beckoned her to come closer. “Take them off.”
Morrigan ignored the fact that she was obeying him. It was a mutual want, she told herself as she walked toward him. There was a breeze from the open doors, cooling her warm skin. She caught a glimpse of the moon and a few bright stars as she lowered to her knees. Morrigan grabbed the rim and tugged. Everything came down and pooled at his ankles. Her dark fairy had a cock to fall in love with. It was the perfect length to fill her core with impressive girth. His penis was erect, curving upward and bobbing slightly with each of his heavy breaths. She reached out and coasted a single finger over his heavy balls.
Whisper looked down at her, caressing her cheek with his palm. “You handled yourself like a warrior fairy today.”
“I didn’t kill a single troll.”
“You held them off. Your protected the other fairies. Morrigan, you made me so proud.” He smiled. “All I wanted to do was fly you away from the chaos, get you naked, and get inside you.”
She looked at the hard penis and stuck her tongue out for a lick.
Whisper grabbed his cock and stroked it then placed the tip at her mouth. “Suck.”
Morrigan was a bad girl. Every order he gave made her want to disobey, but she really wan
ted to suck his cock. She opted for plan C. Morrigan laved the tip of his penis with her tongue, swiping back and forth. Then she pulled his erection into her mouth. He tasted like fresh water and a hint of some sweet fruit.
“Up.”
She lifted a brow but got to her feet. Whisper leaned over and kissed the bite mark. He embraced her close and hauled them off the ground. “Um...where you going?” They flew out the door and over the balcony. “You do know we’re both naked right?”
“I’m taking you home.”
He flew them toward the waterfall.
“I thought you lived in the palace.”
Whisper grinned. “No one has ever seen my real home.”
She was honored. Morrigan looked around as they flew directly to the waterfall. They hugged the rocky wall and slipped behind lush flowing water into what looked like a small dark hideaway. Whisper let her go. Morrigan reached out, and the water was warm as it crashed onto her palm.
“This way.”
Where did he live, Neverland? She followed him through the dark tunnel and past some vines that were shoved to the side. The little carved out space behind the waterfall turned into a big cavern that took her by complete surprise. It was big enough to fit several book shelves, a collection of weapons, two tables and three chairs. There was even a couch. Four lit candles gave the room a rather bright glow. Morrigan glanced at the enormous circular feather bed in the middle of the room. Beside it were three standup mirrors. Oh, he was kinky, was he?
“I find I am more...comfortable in a cave rather than a normal home.” For the first time since she met this dark and violent fairy, he fluttered nervously from foot to foot. “Do you like it?”
Morrigan turned toward him. The sound of the waterfall echoed lightly, and he closed the vines so that they had privacy. “Honestly, I do.” She looked around and nodded her head. Morrigan could see herself spending time here. Maybe add a few lanterns, a punching bag, and this would work out just fine.
“Good.” Whisper flew to her side. He placed a kiss on her shoulder and walked to the bed.
Morrigan couldn’t take her eyes off him. Damn, the man had an ass she could squeeze for hours. “Now that you’ve stolen me from my bath, naked and vulnerable, just what do you intend to do with me?” she asked and reached up to knead her breasts.
Whisper turned around and let the red silk ties roll out.
“I plan on tying you to that table.” He took a few steps toward her. “Spreading your legs wide and licking between your sexy legs.” Whisper gently took her wrist and guided her to the table.
Well, this would be a first and possibly a last. Morrigan took a breath and hopped her naked ass on the table. It was wooden but as smooth as a baby’s ass. She placed her hands above her head. Whisper used the silk to bind her hands together and then tied it to the table peg. Morrigan tested the silk and was unnerved when the material didn’t give an inch. Whisper’s black wings fanned out as he leaned over and suckled her nipple. It felt so damn good she wanted to jump him right there.
He adjusted her so her hips were at the edge and then spread her legs wide. Each ankle was tied to a table leg and then she really was vulnerable. She couldn’t get free and her core creamed at the thought of being at his mercy. Whisper tested each restraint before he pulled a chair between her legs and sat. Morrigan swallowed hard, wiggling her hips. He was sitting there, staring between her legs with a predatory grin.
Whisper used the flat of his hand to slap at her thigh. It wasn’t hard enough to hurt, just to give her that sting. He did the same to her other thigh and then opened her pussy lips like a flower. Morrigan’s head fell back to the table. His finger slid up and down, creating lovely friction, and then it pierced her core. In and out, the digit went and then Morrigan felt his mouth on her clit. She groaned, pleasure suddenly swarming her body. There was no going anywhere, but she tugged on the silk anyway. She wanted to rub her own clit, brush her fingers through his hair, and grab her tits. Her hips jerked up and then right. Her body was burning with excitement. Whisper kept sucking, sending her to new heights, and then she climaxed. It was intense, a burst of pleasure that quickly faded when he pulled his mouth away.
“More.” Did she actually just moan that?
Whisper speared her with two fingers then there was a slap to her thigh. Yes, that’s what she wanted. More of that pain and pleasure that seemed to send her body to incredible places. He tugged on her nipple as he fingered her. Morrigan struggled harder against the restraints and gasped when his mouth found her clit again. She was so sensitive each stroke of his tongue sent her hips thrusting. Her eyes closed. Her body lost complete control as he suckled, and another orgasm overpowered her mind.
Sweet, beautiful, satisfying, amazing… she started reciting all the words used to describe the sensations running through her body. Morrigan was gasping as she came down from the climax. Her body hummed with gratification. Whisper pulled his fingers free and gave her wet core a soft slap, then a bit harder.
Whisper ran his mouth along her still stinging thigh. He didn’t say anything, but she felt him smile against her skin. He licked at her hole. Whisper stood. His erection was bigger than it had been in the near the tub. It pulsed between his legs, and the dark tip slowly dipped into her core. Morrigan’s back arched. Her legs began to shake, and she cried out as he slipped inside her. Inch by slow inch, it was wonderful, erotic torture. When he thrust home, she gasped and came again.
Her inner muscles worked around his cock, and Whisper groaned above her. He pulled out, sitting back in the chair and taking her clit into his talented mouth. She was breathing heavy now and pulling hard at the ties around her wrists. He was testing her with slow licks then a few thrusts of his fingers. She wanted that damn orgasm. Right now. “Whisper!”
He obliged and suckled, sending her into another violent climax.
Whisper stood and pushed his cock deep, and his balls slapped against her ass. Morrigan called his name. She made it a chant as he thrust into her. Only four monumental thrusts and he pulled free. She was empty, needy, and opened her eyes to look at him.
Whisper walked over the other table. He grabbed a candle, the flame burning bright as he neared her.
Morrigan shuddered. She had never done the whole wax play before. Whisper tilted the candle over her body, and a single bead of white wax landed right over her nipple. She let out a long moan at the sting of heat. Whisper dropped more wax on her other nipple. Then he created a line between the two points. Sting after delicious sting, Morrigan squirmed with the need for release. He grinned, fangs showing, as he began a path down her body. There was a splat of wax over her ribcage and another dot near her bellybutton. He tugged on her piercing and then the wax moved to her thigh. Once again, he sat in that wooden chair and he let the candle burn. The wax fell like lava down her inner thigh. Her core was creamy, her body screaming, and she needed release. “Whisper!” Damn the man, how could he taunt her at a time like this?
“Behave,” he said in his deep voice. “I’m not done playing with that pretty pussy yet.” His wings fluttered behind his back.
Morrigan groaned and then smelt smoke. Whisper blew the candle out, letting the last few drops slide down her knee. He then took the cool side of the candle and pressed it against her core. The thing was nowhere near the size of Whisper’s handsome penis, but she got a thrill as the candle entered her channel. He pushed several inches of the waxy candle into her hole. Her inner muscles squeezed it as Whisper stood.
He retrieved the second candle. Whisper stroked his cock, handling his balls as the wax began to spill on her breasts, drop after drop on her receptive skin. She squeezed the candle inside her harder. Did he want her to beg? Could she do that? It was against the very fiber of her being, but at that particular moment, the thought did cross her mind. Each bead of wax was like a sting of his palm. Her nipples were drenched in the white stuff, and it was drying, caking over her peaks.
Whisper sat back in the chair. H
e shifted her hips upward, blew out the candle, and placed the cool side against her back entrance. Where the hell did he come up with these ideas? Morrigan hissed out a breath as the candle breached and slowly pierced her ass. The path was already wet from her creamy pussy so it didn’t take long for it to be pushed in.
“What a sight.” He stood, surveying the aching place between her legs.
She was pierced with two candles with her breasts covered in white wax, and that’s exactly how Thame found them. He walked through the vines and with wide eyes said, “I heard...screams, which could have been groans...” His golden wings fluttered. “Didn’t even know this was back here. Nice seeing you again, Morrigan.” She saw his sight slip between her legs.
Morrigan couldn’t even cover herself up. She was still tied to the table.
“Get out,” they said in unison.
Thame quickly flew from the cave, but she heard the distinct sound of laughter. “Damn it, now they’re going to think I’m a freak.”
Whisper sat back in the chair and twisted the candle in her pussy. “I am the blue freak. You are my freaky mate.” He grinned.
Morrigan couldn’t help but laugh and then moan. His lips were on her clit, his tongue swirling as he mimicked intercourse with both candles. The sensations made Morrigan scream. She literally opened her lips and let out a wail as another orgasm slammed into her. Her lungs froze, and she jerked her hips completely off the table.
The biggest orgasm of her life began to fade, and she collapsed on the table exhausted.
Whisper untied her left ankle and then her right. “Keep your legs open.”
Morrigan groaned but forced her knees to stay apart. He untied her wrists, and she instantly reached out to caress his cock. It was solid, ready for release. Pre-cum leaked from the tip, and she shifted to catch the fluid on her tongue.
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