Tempted By Fae

by Midnight Coven

  Standing up, I made my way over to Boone and taking the cloth out of his hand and throwing it into the sink, I said. “Apparently, I have to leave a gift of thank you to my secret helper.”

  He raised a brow. “That is the custom.”

  Placing my hand on his belt buckle, I began to open it, pulling it out of the loops. “Well, I’d better follow the way of the Fae. I hear you shouldn’t ever upset a Brownie, or they’ll leave.” I gazed at him. “Is it true if I gift you clothes, you’ll head for the hills?”

  He smiled. “Well a Brownie is most comfortable naked, but that rumour came from someone insulting a brownie’s dress sense. He was a sensitive soul was Tod, and a bit of a drama llama. So he kind of threw the clothes back at the woman, stomped off, and the myth was born.”

  “Oh, I can assure you that won’t happen here.” I unzipped his jeans and began pulling them down his muscular thighs. “I think I’m gonna love you naked.”

  Chapter Nine

  Boone

  From despair to elation in a matter of hours. When Zara had fainted last night, I’d sat with her and panicking, phoned Kim asking what I did when my human date fainted. Kim phoned Shelley who apparently was busy with a teething baby and so sent her husband instead. I therefore had a swift meeting with a tall, dark-haired vampire called Theo who waved off my apologies and said he was glad to have been able to leave the house as teething vampire babies were bad and his fractious wife worse. He took Zara home at vampiric speed and I flew there, albeit a tad slower.

  I then had to persuade Theo to leave and go home. I made a new friend though. I promised him we’d have a guy’s night sometime. It was the only way he would go home.

  Finally making sure Zara was sound asleep, I’d resisted tidying up, and waited for the morning to come and for her to decide what she’d seen. When she invited me for tea, not even mentioning it, I’d been devastated. Then when I’d seen her house and we’d sat gaming and eating pizza, I’d started to resign myself to the fact that it looked like this wasn’t the happy ending I’d imagined.

  And then I found out she’d tricked me. And right now, as she sat astride me on her bed, positioning herself over my cock, it looked like I was definitely getting one happy ending, and maybe even a happy ever after.

  She sank onto me, my cock disappearing into her warm heat. I groaned. A satisfied groan and I rocked my hips. She bit her lip, looking down at me with pure carnal desire, seating herself on me and then rolling her own hips.

  “Aww fuck, you feel so good inside me.” She lifted and sank down on me again.

  It was good to see that there were some things my girlfriend was not lazy at, and sex was definitely one of them. She rode me hard, her hands grasping my thighs for stability. I watched those soft titties with the dusty-pink nipples as they swayed and bopped around with her motions. Heaven.

  I felt my balls tighten and thanked God we’d both said we were clean so I could shoot my load inside her. I pumped into her harder, once, twice, three times, gasping as my climax came and she shuddered around me with her own.

  “That was… incredible.” She gasped, her breathing heavy making that fabulous rack swell.

  I grabbed her and rolled her under me. “You’ve seen nothing yet, sweet cheeks.” I squeezed her arse.

  She sighed a happy sigh. “My new favourite treat is a Brownie.”

  We spent every hour of the next few days together. I explained I really did enjoy gaming. Just not all night every night. Zara explained that her new game was how many different sexual positions we could do and said she was on strict working hours from now on. I confessed that I loved cleaning for my woman, and she promised me unlimited blow jobs if I kept the place spick and span. It was a win-win.

  We were cuddled on the sofa, after I’d had to admit I needed a break before she actually broke me, and I decided I needed to tell her the truth about Withernsea dell.

  “You know I said about Council problems where I lived?”

  “Yeah?”

  “Well, it was true. The current leader gave his notice and there are two of us in the running to take over Withernsea dell. The other guy is not a good person. If he gets in, he’ll use it for his own ends. Trouble is he’s so good at trickery, everyone doesn’t see his bad side. I only know it because I’ve been at the receiving end.”

  “Oh.” Zara thought for a moment. “So we need for you to win. What can I do? How can I help?”

  I took a deep breath. “I have to give a speech tomorrow night and then they’ll vote. Our dell is in need of new blood and one of the things that would be on my side is… having a human girlfriend.”

  Zara’s face went puce. Oh fuck.

  “Have you dated me just to win an election?”

  “No.” I grabbed her hand. “Absolutely not. Zara, if you want me to. I’ll live half here with you and half in my dell. I think we have the start of something special.”

  The anger faded and instead a blush came to her cheeks. “Really? Because I swear to God, if this is Fae trickery, it’ll be lost an election and lost an erection, I’m telling you.”

  I laughed. “You said erection and now I have one.” I shifted uncomfortably. “I’m telling you the truth. I want you, for you. But… I do want to win this election and put Dornan in his place. He tied me to a branch by my underpants when we were younger and all the dell saw my bare bottom. And before he left me there, he shot arrows at my butt for target practice.”

  Zara stood up, her chin taut. “Let’s go. We need to win and get rid of this arsehole bully from the dell.”

  I smiled at her with pride. “It’s not until tomorrow. Until then…” I looked down at my erection. From the look in her eyes I was winning one contest anyway.

  The one to win her heart.

  Chapter Ten

  Zara

  Oh my god. I actually thought I might be falling in love. With Boone having gone back to his dell to prepare for the election this evening, I was off to Jax’s. I’d called Shelley and she’d said she and Kim were having lunch there and eagerly awaited an update.

  I couldn’t help it. The moment I walked in and saw their expectant faces, I beamed. Kim patted the seat next to her. “Well, well, looks like we’ve got a winner again.”

  I sat in the seat. “Your procedures are a little unorthodox. Part algorithms and part-Seer visions.”

  Shelley laughed. “As long as Withernsea’s singles find their happy ever after, I don’t mind if I have a little assistance.”

  “Me neither.” I said truthfully. “Can you thank Ebony for me?”

  Shelley looked towards the doorway. “You can thank her yourself. She’s here.”

  I turned my head and soon lost the smile off my face.

  “Zara. You’re in danger. You must listen to me.” Ebony rushed in. “I’ve seen it. You’re dancing and you can’t stop. It’s the dance of the dead. You must not fall for the music. Or you’ll dance until you die.”

  Boone

  Zara was distracted. She was here in the dell with me but kept not hearing what I was saying. I kept having to grasp her arm and shake her. She told me she was just tired. I hoped she wasn’t having second thoughts.

  There was a gathering at the dell with party food. I once again warned Zara not to eat it because once she did, she would no longer be human. She nodded. Seeley came over and I introduced them.

  “She’s lovely. You did good there.” He clapped me on the back. “Fingers crossed for tonight, my friend.”

  I saw the crowds part and Dornan came swaggering into the fairy ring. He took one look at me and laughed. “You might as well go home, my friend. This dell will be mine.” His eyes fixed on Zara’s. “Whoa. Who is the exquisite creature?” He took her hand and kissed it. Then I saw he held a wireless ear pod in his hand and the faint tinkling of faerie music could be heard coming from it. The song of the lost.

  “Noooo.” I screamed, leaping forward, but Dornan had his goons with him, and they grabbed me and marched off hol
ding me in the air. “You’re just going to hang around while Dornan takes your woman and the dell.” One of them wore a smirk. I saw them approach the tree of my childhood humiliation and I knew what I had in store. I didn’t care about whether or not I was hung with my arse for all to see though. I only cared about Zara. I watched in horror as she took Dornan’s hand and began dancing. He swooped her around and around, laughing, and people backed away, scared to not get knocked by the woman dancing wildly, lost to the music. As a human, she was losing her life in the dance that would keep you in its thrall until you collapsed, and my heart began to shatter. Then I was looking at her upside down as I hung from the tree. Watching as Zara’s arm reared back and she knocked Dornan clean out. One punch. Just like the game she’d been trialling.

  What the fuck?

  She looked up at me and smiled. And then her gaze went to the men who’d hung me from a branch. Men who quickly took me back down and apologised profusely as she went near them. Zara yelled to me to turn the music off in that weird way she’d been talking a bit too loud. I walked back to the clearing and did so. Then the reason why she’d been ignoring me and talking loudly became clear when she removed earplugs from her ears.

  “The beauty of long hair.” She said, looking down at Dornan who was still out cold.

  Chester strode into the circle. “Let’s get this man checked over and then we shall send him to the Council to stand trial for attempting to coerce a young lady into the dance of the dead.” He yelled before approaching Zara. “My apologies. It is not the way of our people to treat humans in this manner. Not in this dell.”

  “I’ll be fine.” She smiled at him. “Now is it possible for you to just wait a few minutes before the speech and election?”

  “Sure.” Chester looked at me. “I’ll be supervising Dornan’s removal and calling order.”

  He left and I took Zara in my arms. “That was amazing. And people say computer games ruin lives. You just saved ours.”

  Zara put her arms around me and gazed up at me. “Ebony warned me what would happen and when he came over, I realised that all I had to do was to eat some of the faerie food and his dance wouldn’t have affected me. But I didn’t want to eat it and become Fae because of him. I want to do that because of you. I love you, Boone Willow.”

  “I love you too, Zara Fitzgerald, and there is no rush to eat the food.”

  We may have fallen almost instantly in love, but I could wait for her to be sure. But no, my feisty girlfriend walked over to the buffet table and took a biscuit. I followed her over.

  “I can eat all the biscuits I like and if I get fat I can just glamour myself thin.” She scoffed.

  “You are changing to Fae because of our love, right, and not just because of the biscuits?”

  She laughed. “It’s a close run thing.” She ate the biscuit and I watched as she shimmered and then faerie wings erupted from out of her back.

  “Tonight, I’m going to teach you to fly.” I told her. “In and out of bed.”

  “Oh my god, let’s get this bloody election won.” She said. “and then take me home and show me the stars.” She added, “in and out of bed.”

  And then she winked.

  * * *

  THE END

  From the author

  Author note

  * * *

  This short story is a standalone but takes place after the Supernatural Dating Agency and Cupid Inc stories. If you’d like to meet Shelley and Co. afterwards and find out their adventures in love, check out the series’ starting with The Vampire Wants a Wife. It was such fun to come back and visit Withernsea once more. I hope you enjoy Zara and Boone’s crazy ride to love.

  You can get the prequel short story to the Supernatural Dating Agency series DATING SUCKS for free by signing up to my newsletter: http://www.subscribepage.com/f8v2u5

  Love Andie xo

  Copyright © 2020 by Dyan Chick

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  Chapter One

  Rena

  A warm breeze rustles the leaves of the trees and I close my eyes, imagining rain. Instead, a bead of sweat rolls down my cheek as if taunting me.

  It’s been the hottest summer of my life, though the fair folk who live here don’t seem to mind. Where I’m from, there was air conditioning and ice cubes. Cool, dark movie theaters, and frozen red slushy drinks at the gas station. And popsicles. I would kill for a popsicle.

  “Rena?” Someone calls my name and I force my eyes open.

  “Are you finished yet? The guests will arrive in an hour.” Margot, the head of he house glares at me as if I’m something particularly disgusting.

  With her antlers and tail, you’d expect she’d be the odd one. But no, being human in their world is a curse worse than death.

  “Almost done,” I say, going back to arranging the silverware on the tables.

  I’ve been here six months now. It took nearly three for me to believe I was in Faery. Five for me to stop trying to run away.

  The scars across my back from all the whippings were a painful reminder of what happens when a servant tries to flee.

  I roll my shoulders, trying to remind myself that the wounds are finally healed. The pain is an echo of what was. But there are times the phantom lashes sting my back.

  This place is a nightmare. But it’s my nightmare. And I will never wake.

  I adjust the last knife and run my fingers over the tablecloth to soothe out the wrinkles. The king of the summer court is having a party tonight.

  He has a party nearly every night.

  But this time, I was asked to work the event. Usually, they keep me hidden in the bowels of the house. Deep in the dark kitchens or gasping for fresh air in the steam filled laundry rooms.

  I guess my month of not trying to run away paid off. If faking it gets me out of those jobs, I’ll keep playing along.

  Margot walks over to me, her long brown tail swishing from side to side behind her. Her ears twitch and she wrinkles her nose when she stops in front of me.

  As a lesser fae, Margot is one of the more frightening to a human like me. But I’ve learned that the high fae are the real villains here. Not that I want to make her my best friend or anything, but things could be worse.

  “You look awful.”Margot is grouchy and has no filter, well, none of the fae do. They can’t lie. So they tell it like it is.

  “It’s a million degrees out here,” I say. “What do you expect?”

  She shakes her head and I remember she has no idea what a degree is. She might not know what a million means, either.

  “Get cleaned up and get a new dress,” she says. “They expect the servants to live up to their standards.”

  I want to say something snarky about them making a poor choice by having me at all, but there is no way I want to go back to the kitchen. So I nod and fake a smile and walk away before she can change her mind.

  “Rena,” she calls after me.

  I turn back to her. “Yes?”

  “Don’t let me down tonight,” she says.

  “I won’t,” I say.

  As I walk back to the palace, I realize it must be Margot who recommended me for this position. She’s in charge of the placements and staffing for the king’s household after all. I should be grateful, but the part of me that’s still pissed about being kidnapped and brought here never lets me fully get there.

  Glad I’m not in the laundry room? Hell, yes. Grateful for anything about this place? That’s a big, fat no.

  The only good thing about living in the palace is the access to the bathing rooms. While servants have a separate entrance, we get to use the underground springs in the basement to get clean.

  Looking forward to washing the sweat from the last few hours of work in t
he garden, I follow the familiar path through the servant halls and passageways, avoiding any main halls where I might be seen.

  I made that mistake early on. The fae who live here do not like to see those who work for them unless we’re bringing them food.

  I tug the leather band out of my long brown hair and let it hang loose, shaking my head a little to relieve the tension of the ponytail. I can’t believe this is my life.

  Once upon a time, I was a recent college graduate working a shitty job at a coffee shop. Not a whole lot of jobs out there for someone with a degree in English Literature.

  I can’t even remember how I got here, but I know it likely wasn’t anything good after all the things I’ve seen the fae do.

  Knowing I was probably compelled or had magic used against me didn’t make me feel any better about the fact that I was stuck here.

  I stop in front of the entrance to the servant’s bath. A guard stands in front of it. He’s dressed in his finest uniform today, probably in anticipation of the party taking place at sunset.

  His white uniform is spotless and the gold sash makes his gold eyes seem even more bright than usual. I’ll never get used to the eyes these fae have. Every color of the rainbow and brighter than any human eyes. They’re cruel. Monsters the lot of them. It’s not fair that they’re more beautiful than any human could ever be.

  “Bath is closed,” he says.

  My shoulders slump. The bath was the only good thing about this place. “How long will it be closed? I’m working the party tonight.”

  His brow furrows and he locks those gorgeous, strange eyes on me. “Who sent you?”

  “Margot,” I say. “I can’t be serving the king and his guests like this.”