by Rexi Lake
I convulsed around him. My body shook and I’m pretty sure I saw stars as the twisting need that had been spiraling inside me for so long finally snapped. No, snapped was too weak. It shattered. Like El’s one shoe had shattered. Millions of tiny little pieces of me blew apart and I was almost positive I wouldn’t ever be whole again.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN ~ Tate
It took three rounds of fucking before we were both naked and in her bed. Against the wall had only been the first. Then she’d slid down to her knees and taken my cock deep in her throat and didn’t let go until I’d come as hard as she had. I’d managed to strip her completely and lay her on her bed before licking my way across every inch of her delectable curves, then tasting the sweet heat of her pussy as I finger fucked her until she came again and flooded my mouth with her juices.
I stripped then before crawling over top of her. It was like I was possessed. Once I got that first chance, I wasn’t stopping until we were both fully sated and exhausted. I felt my cock slide against those swollen pussy lips of hers and groaned. She was so hot. Scorching me and making me desperate for more.
I slammed inside her again. I know I muttered words. Some might have even been coherent and understandable to her. But it was half gibberish to me. I couldn’t differentiate what was in my head versus what I said aloud. But it was all praise. For her. My Drew. Mine.
Hours later, our bodies cooling and our limbs wrapped together, I thought about how my morning had gone from bleak to beautiful just by picking up that piece of paper that had been pushed under my door.
I’d thought Star might have been sending me a note, but when I’d picked it up to read it, everything went bright and shiny. Then, I’d been in front of her door. I’d only been there once before to assist with some costume thing or other for Star. But it had been enough to recognize where I was. Knocking had been as easy as breathing and as nerve wracking as taking an exam. I had no idea if she’d answer at all. And if she did, I was clueless about my reception.
But then she was there. Looking delectably messed and barely awake. And utterly fuckable. When she’d answered my question, I didn’t hold back the elation or the desire. Kissing her, holding her, burying my cock inside her, it was all perfection. Magic.
She was magic.
And now she was mine.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN ~ Drew
~Four months later~
JUST TO BE CLEAR, THIS was my story. So it’s only fair that I have the final line. What is it the StoryTeller likes to say? They lived happily ever after?
I can’t really say that. Because there’s still a lot more life to live. But I have to admit, I can definitely understand why El wanted her prince so badly. I don’t know if I could give mine up now that I had him. It took a little pursuasion on his part, but I agreed to move into Starla’s mansion. I was still getting used to that. I’d been lost twice just trying to navigate the halls to find food. Thankfully, cell phones existed in this world. Calling Tate to ask him how to get to the kitchen from the hallway that had a weird horse statue on one side and a headless portrait on the other was easier than continuing to travel in circles - which I’d done three times before giving up and pulling out my phone.
Starla and I agreed that in addition to her clothing, I would also begin my own line of fashion for her fans based on the outfits I made for her. I still had my plethora of designs already in the wings, so starting up my line and getting the first wave of outfits in stores wouldn’t take much time at all. Just a little hard work and maybe some good luck thrown in.
Getting comfortable with Starla and Tate as people was definitely easier than I expected it to be. But even then, I still had to pinch myself to check if this life was real. Bruises don’t show up in fairyland. At least, they don’t show up on young maidens. But here, I definitely had a few bruises and some scratch and bite marks too. (Wink, wink.)
One thing I have learned in the last few months is that there are some instances when it is perfectly acceptable to be a little bit wicked. Especially when it makes him squirm and leaves us both a hot and sweaty mess. I was right when I’d first thought about it. For him, I was more than willing to be a little bit wicked.
Letter from the Author
Dear Reader,
I hope you enjoyed the first FairyFales novella. More are coming and I’m enjoying the fun little tales that are so different from my other stories. I’ve always loved fairytales. Growing up, I watched the Disney princess films on repeat and followed that up with reading every book that did its own twist on things. But very few ever tell the story of the villains. I’m not ashamed to admit that I still watch Disney movies and Descendants is one that I’ve enjoyed and so does my daughter. If the kids of the villains could get a second chance in that movie, why couldn’t the villains themselves have a second chance too?
A cover artist that I’ve gotten to know posted some covers that called to me for some wickedly fun stories. A few days of looking at those covers and wondering about what stories they might reveal and I was inspired to revisit my favorite fairytales and the villains who just fade away at the end.
FairyFales was an unexpected endeavor meant to be short, fun, and just a little bit wicked. Two more novellas are planned for next year right now. There may be more. If you have a favorite villain, send me an email at [email protected] and tell me who! Maybe you’ll see them get their own second chance.
Happy Reading!
Rexi Lake
About the Author
Rexi Lake has been writing stories in her head for as long as she can remember. Her goal was always to write in the genre she loved - romance. She has always believed in the reality of true love, and that the world could use more happily ever afters. She currently lives in southwest Pennsylvania. When she's not hard at work on the next book, she's busy being an accountant, learning guitar, making jewelry, and chauffeuring her socially active daughter to her various activities.
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