Faerie Kissed

by Jaliza A. Burwell

  “I don’t want to go through this again,” I whispered. “It isn’t going to change.”

  Foster stepped forward and plucked the earpiece away from me.

  “Hey!” I tried to get it back, but he already tucked it away in his pocket.

  “Relax,” he said. “I’m still listening. We have time.”

  “Doesn’t mean he can’t show up in the next five minutes. Do you know what you’re risking?”

  “We know exactly what we are risking,” Waylon spoke, his intense gaze digging into me, telling me that it was me and only me.

  “We can’t let you go so easily, don’t ask us to,” Jason said.

  “Give us this at least. I’d say you owe us that,” Foster added. The three of them came closer until we were all crowded together with me in the middle.

  I sighed, loving that they were so close to me. I wanted to purr in satisfaction. The fae part of me was grinning big, ready to attack all three.

  Jason moved first, claiming my lips with his. His kiss was hard and passionate, his desperation in the way his lips moved against mine. He was practically tongue-fucking my mouth.

  Waylon went for my pants, not surprising me as he got them unbuckled and down, along with my underwear. Foster stepped behind me, taking my weight as Waylon took my shoes off and then my clothes.

  “Now would be the time to use that convenient magic of yours and make yourself naked,” Jason said against my lips.

  “I’d rather not.”

  “So be it.” That came from Foster. Jason disappeared long enough for Foster to get my shirt off. He did it in one smooth movement, leaving the quiet night air to cool my heated skin. I stood before them in only my bra.

  We were in public. I should have cared, should have been wary of anyone nearby seeing or hearing. But it was Jason, Waylon, and Foster. And they were right, after this, it was goodbye. That thought alone nearly choked me up, but Jason noticed my wayward thoughts and put them to a stop with another breathtaking kiss.

  Jason pushed me back until I was flush against Foster, who had no trouble taking all my weight. One of Foster’s hands went to my breast while the other hooked one of my thighs and lifted my leg. Jason moved to the side, letting Waylon kneel down in front of me.

  Oh boy. My brain short-circuited as Waylon kissed up my thigh before reaching the most intimate part of me. He blew against me, causing me to shiver and let out a small whine, almost begging for me. Then he pressed his mouth against me and expertly pushed me into a frenzy.

  Jason swallowed my moans as we kissed, our tongues dancing together. Foster lit my skin on fire as he kneaded my breast, sensitizing them to the cold air as my nipples peaked.

  My orgasm hit hard, traveling through my body and exploding outward as the guys held me up. They shifted around enough for Foster to claim my lips as Jason moved between me. He wrapped my legs around him and entered me slowly, stretching me around his member.

  “Damn, your body is still feeling that orgasm. I can tell with the way you wrap around me.” Jason began thrusting, finding his rhythm. My lower stomach tightened as another orgasm began to grow.

  The three of them worked together to work my body over, making sure all of me felt them in every single spot. Waylon sucked on my breast while playing with the other. Foster fucked my mouth with his, all while Jason moved inside of me in a rhythm that had me clenching around him.

  They were so easily able to draw out the second orgasm, leaving me a squirming mess between them.

  Foster chuckled before he turned me around and hoisted me up. He impaled me before I fully came down, driving my orgasm out as I clenched around him hard, scratching at his body for daring to make me feel like this. I had no control over my body as he began thrusting, moving his hips and hitting me so impossibly deep that I wasn’t sure I was going to be able to walk afterward.

  They were making sure I was going to feel them long after I was gone.

  “Don’t think about anything but us,” Foster said.

  “How can I when all I can feel is you guys,” I gasped out.

  He smiled, kissing me before Waylon took more off my weight, making it easier for Foster to move faster inside of me. Waylon ground himself against my butt, as he reached down and played with me.

  “We’re going to make sure you’ll never be able to forget us,” Jason said and then kissed me hard.

  Silly man. I never forgot about them. Ever. They were the sole reason I was able to survive in Faerie.

  Foster grunted as he found his release, and by the way Waylon’s body shuddered behind me, I knew he did too.

  After that, it was only intimate touches as they refused to let me go and I wasn’t exactly ready to leave them either. By the time we were done, it wasn’t even close to enough, but reality was too close to ignore.

  They helped me get cleaned up and get dressed, kissing me as they put my clothes back on. My body was missing them, my hands aching to keep touching them.

  This sucked. It really sucked. My lip came out in a pout.

  Jason winked as he lowered my shirt over my head

  “Back to work,” I whispered, blinking back tears. This was the end of our final moment together. Never looking away, his eyes dark and intense, Jason pulled my shirt down slowly over my chest, his knuckles trailing across my sensitive skin, making me shiver.

  Foster’s lips trailed along my neck, searing me with his heat.

  “Back to work,” Waylon whispered, paying too much attention to his shirt as he pulled it on.

  Foster stilled for a long beat before pulling away. “We need to go. He’s coming.”

  I grabbed my earpiece from Foster and popped it back in as he helped to fix my pants. “Where is he?” I asked.

  “Welcome back,” Coffey said. I expected to hear sarcasm or bitterness in his voice. Instead, I got amusement from him. “He’s at the second point check. You don’t have long to get back into position.”

  “Going now.” After making sure I was put together, I ran to my spot. Tension thrummed through my body, taking away the high I got from being taken care of by the three people I loved the most.

  I made sure everything was set and forced my nerves away. I was Queen Joslyn Naevana, and Laikynn was only a criminal. He was going to be taken back and dealt with. There was no other option. Berry pressed against me, letting me know he was ready too.

  It didn’t take long for Laikynn to appear. His clothes were rumpled, his hair disheveled, and his expression was thunderous. Oh yeah, we had definitely gotten his attention. Before he got a chance to attack me right away, I concocted a barrier. It was meant to bring him closer to me, in range to bind him to me.

  Laikynn’s lip curled up in disgust before he growled and charged forward. No words needed to be exchanged. He knew what was at risk and that desperation drove him toward the barrier and into my trap.

  Despite the ward, the air around me shimmered, feeling the pressure of his magic.

  I swore the ground shook with each step that he took. The veins in his body were popped out, eyes slitted with a deadly gleam that should have had me running.

  Pushing more magic into the ward to prepare for impact, I stilled and even smirked at the bastard. His eyes sparked with his rage as he slammed into the ward and sealed his fate.

  The spell hidden underneath the layer activated. Another ward, blood-based and powerful, slammed up behind him, keeping the two of us in. No fae was going to be able to cross the barrier, the magic in their blood working against them.

  Laikynn whirled around and then glared at me, his nose flaring as he realized what was going on and his fury broke loose. He rammed into the barrier between us again, causing it to shimmer. It held but barely.

  Needing to push him completely over, I took out the vial and gave it a little shake, drawing his attention to it. His eyes were narrowed into small slits, and I thought I heard thunder in the distance despite tonight being clear.

  He charged again, face wild, eyes practically
glowing with magic. He had to have juiced himself up with magic before coming. This was going to hurt. The moment he slammed into the ward, I activated the final part of the spell. He had also unleashed all his magic into a focused punch that broke the barrier.

  He slammed into me, his elbow connecting with my ribs. I grunted as we fell back, him on top of me. After wrapping his hands around my throat, squeezing with everything he had, he said, “You think you’ll win.”

  I laughed. I had already won, but I couldn’t exactly tell him that with his hands wrapped around my throat. It was over for him. Finally.

  As the spell locked us together, forcing him to still, grip loosening, there was a little ripple through the ward. I refused to look away from Laikynn as the spell settled.

  His eyes widened as he realized he’d lost control over himself. The asshole was mine.

  “I have already won,” I rasped out. “Say goodbye, Laikynn. You’re going to be lucky if you’re still breathing once Faerie deals with you.”

  For once, real fear entered his eyes, and I loved it, practically basked in it.

  “Josie.”

  I whipped around to look at the source of the voice. Jason’s familiar deep male voice that was too close. All three of them stood there.

  Foster. Jason. Waylon. And behind them was the shimmering ward meant to transport anyone inside of it.

  “No!”

  The spell finished activating and we transported. The pain of being moved from one location to another was nothing against the pain in my soul at seeing the guys within the spell. A human’s body wasn’t meant to be transported. There was a high risk that it’d tear them apart and not put them back as they should be.

  We landed at the location that I used to get to the human realm and the transport spell was activated instantly. I had only a moment.

  I jumped up and plowed into them, wrapping them with my magic and holding on as tightly as I could. Different hands touched me and we were all in contact when we were moved to Faerie.

  All of them forced their way into Faerie. The only place I never wanted them to be, and despite being the queen, I wasn’t so sure I’d be able to keep them unharmed.

  Chapter Thirty-Six

  ~Foster’s POV~

  For the first time in ten years, all three of us were in agreement with one thing: Josie was not leaving without us.

  We had to hurry. Time was ticking. The air stirred as they fought. Josie against that male fae. Our final goodbye was at the tip of our fingertips and I refused to let it go. We were not going to let her go this time.

  “Are you sure this is a good idea?” Jason asked, nervous as he kept pace with Waylon and me.

  “Would you rather she disappear and we never see her again?” I said.

  “Will we survive it?” he asked. “What kind of effects will it have on us?”

  “I don’t know, and I don’t care. Can’t you feel it? The pull to her. I need to be by her side, and if that’s in Faerie, then so be it. It’s better than being in this world without her warmth.”

  “Fuck.” Jason grumbled some more, but I knew it was just him blowing off steam, trying to settle his nerves. What we were about to do was far from safe, and there wasn’t any assurance I could give him. Even I wasn’t sure what was going to happen.

  The only difference between Jason and me was that I had experience in jumping into the unknown. I did that continually while serving in the military. I did what I had to do to survive in situations that one could only witness in their nightmares.

  This was exactly the same.

  I kept my thoughts calm, my focus clear, and my plan solid in my head. We were going with Josie. She wasn’t leaving us again. It was as simple as that. We had all agreed on it. Waylon was at my side, worried, but he did so silently. He understood better than Jason the stresses that we were facing.

  The air was thick with what felt like electrical currents, the hair on my body standing up. The fight was ramping up. We were still working our way down the building, then we had to get around the building and to Josie without her or any of her companions noticing.

  And we had to do it quickly.

  We couldn’t miss our opportunity.

  I didn’t realize that getting there would be the easiest part. Dr. Coffey was off to the side, watching the fight with furrowed brows. Josie and Berry were inside the barrier, clearly distracted with facing their enemy. Laikynn.

  This was my first time getting a good look at him. Long black hair, braided. Ivory white skin. His features were long, his face twisted in rage as he charged at the barrier between him and Josie.

  “How do we know when to go in?” Waylon asked.

  “When that second barrier is down between the two of them,” I said. “We only need to get through the outer one from my understanding. And Dr. Coffey mentioned no fae would be able to cross it, but he said nothing about humans.”

  Laikynn hit the barrier again, while Josie simply looked at him, unperturbed.

  “We should go through now,” Jason said.

  “No. If we go in too early, they’ll be able to stop us. Or we’ll be used against Josie. We need to time this perfectly. Now shut up. Let me watch.”

  We had to get this perfect. We had to. I was relying on cues from Josie and also my instincts. No matter what, we’d make it.

  She wasn’t leaving us again.

  Finally, Laikynn broke through the barrier and slammed into Josie. I wanted to charge forward and get the bastard off of her. He wrapped his hands around her, choking her.

  “Now!” I charged forward.

  Jason swore behind me but came with me. We broke through the first barrier. It pressed against our skin, hated that we were there, but did nothing to stop us. It felt like we had to push through a wall of cold gel, but then we were on the other side.

  Just in time to hear Josie say, “I have already won. Say goodbye, Laikynn. You’re going to be lucky if you’re still breathing once Faerie deals with you.”

  “Josie,” Jason said, but by then the trap already clamped shut as the spell activated.

  Describing what happened was impossible. I’d had bombs explode close by to feel the heat against my skin. I’d had to run through a dust storm that scraped at my skin until I felt raw, had jumped out of planes enough to recognize that weightlessness in the pit of my stomach as it tried to drift into my chest.

  What we went through was all of that and none of that at the same time. My skin felt completely scraped off, and yet I felt like none of me existed at the same time. It was complete silence all around, the white noise so loud, I thought my ear drums were going to break.

  I landed on grass for only a second until I felt someone pressing into me. The warmth told me it was Josie. Then there was more warmth and I knew all of them were with me. Jason. Waylon. We were all together still.

  Until what I felt grew tenfold and I thought I was going to die.

  I became nothing. Didn’t exist. Had been torn apart into particles returned to the universe. It lasted for an eternity until it was over and I was sure this was an epic fail.

  Then my lungs filled with fresh air, my hands were in something soft and plush, and the black haze that had taken over my sight disappeared, surrounding me in a land of green.

  I coughed, drawing in air, my chest feeling like it was trying to explode. Waylon and Jason were around me, doing the same, trying to regain their reality.

  We’d done it. We were in Faerie.

  We were still with Josie.

  Chapter Thirty-Seven

  Laikynn was out cold, and I probably should have checked on him, but he was the least of my concern. If he died on the way here, it wouldn’t have been a loss to anyone. Faerie would have thrown her bitch fit only because she wasn’t the one to end him like she wanted. She’d get over herself though.

  “What have you done?” I practically screeched as the panic settled in. I patted all three of them down, making sure they still had all their fingers and toes
and not a single hair on their head had been lost.

  They were gasping, gripping their chests as they regained their breath.

  “Give us a moment before you lay into us,” Jason said, wincing as he tried to straighten up and climb to his feet. He stumbled forward and only my hands gripping his shoulders kept him up. “Fuck, that hurt.”

  “Are you okay?” I asked with a softer voice, worrying at my lip. All three of them were in the same state, looking like they were hit by a car and barely able to walk away. Jason’s face was a bit pale as he groaned and held his side. Waylon was rubbing his chest. Foster looked the best out of all them, but his frown and the slight daze in his eyes told me he was feeling it.

  “What the hell was that?” Foster asked. He went to take a step and couldn’t hide his grimace despite his tries.

  “That, you fucking idiots, was how we travel between the realms. Mine was special because it tied the timelines together. You almost got yourselves killed.”

  “We lived.”

  “Humans need special spells on them so that they can make it over in one piece. You’re lucky you aren’t missing any limbs or that you even lived. I wouldn’t be surprised if one of you were missing parts of your innards.”

  That had Jason turning a little green around the edges. Good. At least one of them wasn’t a complete idiot.

  “This is Faerie?” Foster asked, ignoring my anger. I growled and punched him hard on his arm, giving it my all. The bastard had the gall to only wince. I knew my punches were strong.

  “This is Faerie, and I don’t think you guys understand how fucked you just fucked up. I can’t return you to the same time period anymore.”

  “In theory, won’t only minutes pass over there while we spend hours or maybe days here,” Foster asked.

  “Yes, in theory, but that is if Faerie will let you leave. I can’t just wave my hands and open a portal to bring you back. Faerie will not expose herself to let you out, not for humans. And she’ll kill us all if I try to force one open. You need to think of this realm as her body. A portal is a wound. She knows every time someone comes through into her realm. There is no sneaking past her. And if she doesn’t like what’s happening, she’ll kill us. We are only safe because you are with me and she wants me back. She wants Laikynn too.”