Tempted By Fae

by Midnight Coven

  He considered this. “Why choose one? We’re partners, are we not?”

  Rose grinned. “Yes.”

  “Then I’m happy to share the burden of it all with you.”

  “But I don’t know anything about any of your businesses.”

  “You can learn. I’ll take you on as my apprentice.”

  There was something in the husky tone of his words that made Rose’s body tingle. “I think you like that idea.”

  “I do. I’m particularly looking forward to you fucking up something so I can call you into my office to punish you for the mistake.”

  Rose threw her head back in laughter. “Kinky bastard.”

  He flashed her a wicked grin.

  Shaking her head at his mischief, she swung her legs off the lounger, intending to go for a swim. “Okay. When we get out of here, I’m starting as your apprentice.” She stood. “And I’m not opposed to playing out dirty-boss scenarios with you at all, handsome.”

  “Why don’t we start now?”

  “Because I’m going for a swim.” She walked away, the sand hot beneath her feet as she made her way down to the water’s edge. Rose had never seen water this color before. It was like every photograph of paradise she’d ever come across. Lagoon blues mixed with emerald greens.

  After swimming and floating in the ocean for a while, Rose was in the mood for a cocktail. She swam back to shore and strolled up the beach, the sun drying her wet bikini and skin. As she approached their loungers, however, she felt Fionn’s agitation before their eyes connected.

  His shades were off, and he was glowering so hard, Rose wouldn’t have been surprised if he’d produce a little dark cloud over his head with the amount of irritated energy he was expelling.

  Rose stopped at his chair, legs braced. “What’s wrong?”

  Fionn’s gaze dragged down her body and back up again. She shivered at the angry heat in them. “Nothing.”

  “Liar.”

  His glower moved beyond her and Rose followed his gaze. A man whose wife was asleep on the lounger beside him was staring at Rose. As soon as she looked at him, he snapped his head forward.

  Understanding dawned.

  While Rose didn’t consider herself a beauty, she’d always been aware that she had something that drew men to her. She’d thought it was her confidence and lack of sexual hang-ups. Now she knew part of it was actually her fae-ness.

  While Fionn wasn’t a typical, centuries-old warrior type who had been possessive and Neanderthal-like with his women, he kind of was when it came to his mate. Rose knew he tried not to let that side of him become a problem. He didn’t want to act like he somehow owned Rose.

  But men openly watching her, lusting after her, bothered the shit out of him.

  And Rose wasn’t going to lie—she liked it.

  Because she was possessive of him too. When women watched him, which they did often, Rose was all about touching and kissing him and sending a message that he was taken.

  Back off, ladies. He’s mine.

  “I need to get out of this fucking interminable sun.” Fionn pushed up off the flimsy lounger that had miraculously sustained his weight. “I’ll be in the hut.”

  They had a suite in a hut with its own private mini pool.

  Fionn stalked off without waiting for Rose to say anything.

  She shook her head.

  What had she been thinking bringing Fionn to an island resort to relax? Neither of them was good at sitting still for very long, and her mate was clearly in hell.

  Rose glanced around at their surroundings. Only Fionn would think this place was hell.

  Yet it spoke a lot to his feelings for her that he’d put up with the resort for her.

  It was time to leave.

  But first, Rose was going to seduce the happy back into her mate.

  After gathering her stuff, Rose walked to their hut, which was connected to other huts by a boardwalk over the water.

  She stepped into the air-conditioned space and closed the sliding glass door behind her. The small sitting room and kitchenette were empty.

  Rose found Fionn in the bedroom that overlooked the little pool, his hands braced on his hips as he stared out at the ocean beyond.

  He turned his head to look at her, his brow furrowed and brooding.

  God, he was unfairly hot.

  “Let’s get out of here.”

  He raised an eyebrow. “We just got here.”

  “And it was a bad idea.” Rose dumped her things on the chair at the dressing table. “I say we move on to wherever you want next, whichever business needs your attention, and then we’ll just keep moving. I’ll learn about it all as we go. When we’re ready for a break, we’ll spend a few months at the castle.”

  Fionn turned to her, arms crossed over his broad chest. “Is that what would make you happy or what you think will make me happy?”

  “I hope it’ll make us both happy. We won’t know until we try.” She sighed. “Fionn, you had a mission for three centuries. That’s gone now. I can’t imagine it’s easy to adjust.”

  He took a step toward her, his expression dark. It made her heart pound. “My mission involved killing you, Rose. Believe me, it’s fucking easy to adjust to protecting you now.”

  She raised her hands in a calming gesture. “Don’t twist what I’m saying. I just meant you had focus.”

  “Focus,” Fionn growled. “You want to see my focus?”

  Suddenly his large hands were on her waist and she was flying through the air.

  Rose bounced with a gasp on the bed.

  Magic tingled in the air and the AC caressed her now-naked skin.

  She huffed as Fionn came toward the bed, his clothes gone with another tingle of magic. “Undressing the human way can be fun, you know.”

  His answer was to grab her by the ankles and pull her down the bed toward his mouth.

  “But this is fun too,” she said with a sigh as he buried his head between her legs.

  Fionn pulled her right leg over his shoulder and pressed his mouth to her.

  Everything ceased to exist but the two of them. Nothing else mattered but the feel of his tongue as he licked and sucked her until she gasped his name and begged for more.

  When he slid his fingers inside her, the tension, already stretched to breaking, snapped into shattering bliss. Rose cried out as her orgasm rolled through her like a tidal wave, her hips shuddering against Fionn’s mouth as he continued to lick her through it.

  Before she’d even recovered, Fionn crawled up her body. Rose tried to catch her breath as she reached out to him, smoothing her hands over the ripples of muscle on his abs as he braced himself above her. His size and strength were a huge turn-on for her, but more than anything, staring into those fierce green eyes of his and seeing how much he wanted her made her burn hot.

  “Arms above your head, mo chroí,” Fionn demanded.

  Rose did as he asked, arching her back, pushing her breasts upward.

  Fionn’s eyes turned gold as he watched, and she could feel him throbbing between her spread thighs. He made a guttural sound before his head descended to her chest. Sensation tore through her as he wrapped his hot mouth around her left nipple and sucked.

  “Fionn,” she moaned, pushing into him, her fingers curling in his hair as he took his time kissing, licking, and sucking at her breasts. He groaned as he pleasured her, his hand dipping between her legs to test her readiness.

  No need to test.

  Rose was ready.

  “Handsome, I need you inside me now,” she panted.

  In answer, Fionn crushed his mouth over hers and wrapped his hands around her wrists, holding them above her head. She tested him, pushing against his grip, and it tightened, restraining her.

  Her stomach flipped with excitement and she kissed him hungrily, telling him how much she liked it without words. Rose wrapped her legs around him, urging her hips against his and groaning at the feel of him hot and nudging at her center.
/>   Fionn thrust into her, and she was in heaven. He grunted in pleasure as he buried his tremendous thickness inside her heat.

  Like always, the bliss of their physical connection was as otherworldly as their emotional bond.

  “Mo chroí.” Fionn moved over her, his hands holding her wrists to the bed as he drove in and out in deep, satisfyingly hard thrusts. His expression was taut with need, his teeth bared as he fucked her with increasing desperation.

  It was beyond hot to be this desired by her mate.

  She came. Hard. Wrenching. Throbbing and pulsing around him in prolonged waves of climax. Fionn grunted her name, his hips powering harder and faster against her as her climax made him loose control. He released her wrists, one hand cupping her face as he panted against her lips, his other hand squeezing her right breast. Rose clung to him, palms flat to his lower back as he chased his pleasure through the hot pulses of her own.

  Fionn tensed and crushed his mouth over hers as his hips juddered against her. She felt his guttural groan of climax through his kiss as he swelled, his release throbbing and prolonged.

  He still shuddered with aftershocks as he moved his lips to her cheek and then melted over her. “Fucking heaven. Every damn time.” He ground his hips against hers with a rumbling groan as if trying to wring out every last drop of himself. Then he was kissing her again. Hard, deep, voracious kisses that had her clinging onto him, her legs climbing his hips.

  Rose felt him swell inside her.

  A smirk played on the corner of her mouth as he kissed her.

  There were definite positives to being mated to a supernatural.

  Fionn suddenly rolled them, hauling her up to straddle him as he laid flat on his back, hands braced on her hips. Rose sat up and sighed with pleasure as the angle of his penetration changed.

  “I thought we were supposed to be leaving?” she asked, scoring her fingernails down his abs.

  Fionn drank in the sight of her, his eyes as golden as she knew hers were. “We’ve paid for the place for three nights.” He caressed her torso and cupped her breasts in his large hands. His thumbs strummed her nipples as Rose began to undulate. “I say we get our money’s worth.”

  “Agreed …” Rose gasped, moving over him, bending her head to his mouth. “We’re not leaving until we break the bed.”

  His laughter caught her lips. “We keep going at this rate and it won’t take centuries until we have a baby.”

  Rose stilled her movements as she stared down into her mate’s eyes. Two months ago, he’d dropped the bomb that two mated fae could produce a child. It wasn’t easy. It could take centuries. But it was still possible. Since she’d thought any chance of being a mom had disappeared upon learning she was immortal, the news had been shocking.

  And not unwelcome.

  She throbbed around him in answer, and Fionn’s face softened with utter adoration. He reached to cup her face and brushed his lips against her mouth. “My Rose would like that, wouldn’t she?”

  “Would you?”

  His voice was hoarse. “Nothing would make me happier, mo chroí.”

  A beautiful ache scored across Rose’s chest. “Then we’re definitely not leaving until we break the bed.”

  He grinned that wicked grin of his. “Have I told you lately that I love you, woman?

  “I love you more.” Rose moved against him, hard, needful, until his expression grew taut with want.

  “Not. Possible.” Fionn flipped her onto her back again, taking over.

  “Always a competition with you,” she huffed, teasing.

  “You love it,” he growled against her lips.

  Rose decided not to argue. There was no point. Because Fionn was right.

  She loved it.

  Rose loved everything about her life and the mate who made eternity something to look forward to.

  From the author

  S. Young is the pen name for Samantha Young, a New York Times, USA Today and Wall Street Journal bestselling author from Stirlingshire, Scotland. She’s been nominated for the Goodreads Choice Award for Best Author and Best Romance for her international bestseller On Dublin Street. On Dublin Street was Samantha’s first adult contemporary romance series and has sold in twenty-eight languages in thirty countries. True Immortality is Samantha’s first adult paranormal series written under the name S. Young.

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  Chapter One

  The clash of metal filled the air. Voron released a growl and pushed farther.

  “For Faery!” the call went out.

  They all kept pushing, trying to defeat the horde of monsters that dared to attack.

  Voron released a curse. The dark fae would always try to take Faery.

  Not on his watch.

  He glanced over and found his men deep in battle. They would not let the enemy win.

  Voron had sworn his life to his king.

  The rightful king of Faery, Gormer Maglynn.

  Voron had once been a slave to the dark fae. He’d been captured in his youth and made to fight. He’d grown up in dungeons. His size had proved him to be worthy of being a fighter.

  By the time he was a teenager, he’d held a sword in his hand.

  Killed men.

  It was the life he was used to.

  Kill or be killed.

  The dark fae used the slave fights as a means of entertainment. The masses would come to the arenas and place wagers. Voron had a gift, and that was killing. He grew to be their champion. Defeating the toughest of warriors and monsters they’d release in the arena for him.

  Voron always won.

  Even now, with sweat spilling down his face, his arms burning from swinging his broadsword, he refused to fall.

  “Voron. Your back!” Shelmir shouted.

  Voron spun around, his sword in the air, connecting with that of the dark fae warrior staring at him.

  “Slave, we meet again.” The raspy voice was familiar. It was one Voron would never forget. It belonged to a troll who would force Voron to train all of his days and fight night after night. He stared back at Voron. His skin was the shade of the darkest black. He towered over Voron by half a foot, but it didn’t matter. They were matched in strength. The troll, Noru, pulled his sword back and gave a low, devilish chuckle.

  “I am no longer a slave,” Voron growled. A bolt of power shifted inside him, giving him the additional energy he needed. There was no way in the seven hells he would ever step foot back in the prisons of the dark fae. They slowed circled each other. Voron refused to look away from the troll. They could never be trusted, fought dirty, and would kill you the first chance they got.

  “We miss our champion.” Noru boldly aimed his sword at Voron.

  “You won’t ever get the chance to see me battle again,” Voron sneered. He dashed forward, on the attack.

  He was a seasoned warrior, used to fighting for his life. Voron swung his sword with confident strokes.

  Noru never stood a chance. Voron’s sword connected with Noru’s neck. The troll’s head bounced on the ground. The body stood erect for mere seconds before falling over.

  Voron threw his head back and released a roar.

  Breathing hard, he paused where he stood and glanced around. The horde was retreating. Cheers went up in the air at the sight of the warriors and their beasts running away.

  “For freedom!” he shouted. His slid his weapon back into the sh
eath on his waist.

  “For freedom!” his men echoed around him. Voron’s soldiers scoured the area, making sure all of the dark fae who’d fallen were indeed dead.

  He turned and faced the forest where the dark fae’s attack team had come from. His eyes narrowed. He had half a mind to follow them, but for now, they needed to figure out how the hell they got here.

  “General.” Shelmir appeared at his side. “Do you want us to go after them?”

  Apparently, his men were as bloodthirsty as he was.

  “Not this time.” Voron shook his head. He turned to Shelmir and clapped him on his back. He was a strong fae warrior, but his upbringing had been very different. He had moved up the ranks alongside Voron who was honored to fight beside the son of a respectable warrior-class family. “You fought well.”

  “Aye, sir. I have one hell of a leader who ensures my skills are top-notch.”

  Voron nodded. “I have one hell of a group of men I am honored to lead.” He looked at warriors surrounding them. Each of them were strong and loyal to the crown. “I am sure they have returned via whatever portal they came through. I do want a few men to ensure they are gone. This was too close to the castle for my liking.”

  Grunts went around. Each of them would die to protect the royal family of Faery. It was of utmost importance the king and queen of Faery, along with their two daughters, be protected. Under King Maglynn’s rule, Faery prospered. If the dark fae were to take control of the crown, Faery would be in utter chaos.

  “Yes, sir.” Shelmir turned and barked orders.

  A shadow passed overhead. Voron glanced up in time to see the massive body of a black dragon soar overhead.

  Qytho.

  And if he was flying overhead, his mistress would be his passenger.

  Princess Arnarra, the heir to the throne.

  Qytho let loose a loud screech so mighty the trees swayed and the ground rumbled. The magical beast soared. He watched the dragon turn and head back toward the battleground.

  Voron released a curse.

  She was coming.

  The princess didn’t belong around death and destruction, but there was nothing he could do about it.