A Touch of Fae (9 page)

Violet straightened in alarm. “What do you mean?” she demanded.

“I, uh, talked to him a couple times over the years.”

“About what?”

For the first time Rory looked uncomfortable. “Mm, just stuff. We stopped there a time or two to have the car worked on. He was a very nice man.”

Violet eased back at the explanation. It made sense. It would explain why she had seen them at the shop years ago too. “I remember seeing you come into the shop several years ago.”

Rory looked thunderstruck. “You do?”

Nodding her head, Violet looked down into the slowly churning water. “You and Sandro both came in the shop. I remember because you were so different. You definitely weren’t from Pickerington. Anybody could tell that just by looking at you. Grandad talked about you after you left. Said you were nice guys.”

Looking back up, her eyes connected with his. “If you guys are from Missouri what are you doing out here? Five hundred miles and three states away?”

For the second time in less than a minute he looked uncomfortable. “Looking for you.”

Rory felt no
satisfaction as he saw the genuine surprise on her face. Keegan hadn’t told her she would be a draw to other Fae and Rory wondered why. They were so few of them anymore. It seemed unfair not to prepare her for what, or whom, might be coming to look. There were many others out there that were not as nice as he was.

Maybe he had shielded her somehow. Looking her over, he saw no jewelry or other tokens on her.

He became distracted when he reached her breasts. It was nice to see Violet in regular clothes, rather than that shapeless uniform she wore. He understood the practicality of the jumpsuit. He just didn’t like it. Her breasts haunted his dreams, as well as a couple of other choice parts. Even with the bruised face and bandaged hand she still enticed him. Watching her hands on the steering wheel of the Ferrari had almost undone him.

Making his brain get back to the subject, he tried to shield his erection with his knee. Violet’s full, pretty lips were hanging open in disbelief. Reaching out, he pushed her mouth closed with the knuckle of his forefinger, trying not to think of using her mouth for other things. The erection he had been trying to think away hardened even more.

“Why were you looking for me?” she asked weakly.

“Because I can feel you pulling me to you. You’ve been pulling me in this direction for years.”

She still looked confused.

“It’s why I stopped at the shop every few years. Your blood, your ancestry has been calling me. I was just never able to find you until that day weeks ago.”

Violet shook her head in disbelief, and looked back down at the calming waters.

“What do you mean, ‘my ancestry’?”

“You have very ancient, mystical blood in you, Violet. Fae blood.”

Rory was prepared for the incredulous face and the scoff.

“Yeah, right. Just because I’m Irish, doesn’t mean I’m Fae. God, what is that anyway? Fairies?”

Rory nodded his head.

Violet sputtered in laughter. “You actually think I’m a fairy?”

“No,” he conceded. “I think generations ago you had a fairy or fairies in your bloodline and over the years it has become diluted. You have some Fae characteristics, but you are not a fairy.”

Violet had reared away from him and was even now pulling farther away. Rory reached out and put his hand on her knee, stalling her movement. She had a look in her eyes that told him she was starting to believe he was crazy.

“Listen to me a minute. It’s why you feel the need to come here, to this park. It’s a ‘Tween Place where you can feel the old magic of Faerie. Look at what you’re sitting on. The grass is green under you right now, but I bet even in the middle of winter you can tell this circle is here. Fairies haven’t been around for hundreds of years, but their descendants are. Your grandfather was Fae, as I suspect your mother was, and I know you are.”

Violet stopped moving altogether, her eyes were hooded and cold. Rory knew she was thinking about what he said, but was still leery.

“When you walked into the tree line,” he continued, “you felt it. Didn’t you? You feel it every time you walk through the old growth trees. If you look, the trees are probably oak, ash and thorn. It’s why your grandfather brought you here—to be closer to the magic.”

Violet stopped pulling away from him and just listened, but he could see recognition of the things he was telling her.

Leaning over to look in her eyes he told her, “It’s why I’ve been here before as well. There are magic hot spots like this, or nodes we call them, all around the country. Not as strong here in the States, but significant. Several hundred years ago the magic seemed to recognize that it was dying out because the Fae blood had become so diluted. In an effort to strengthen itself it concentrated in areas that would be a pull to people with ancient blood in their ancestry. You were pulling me to you even though you didn’t know it.”

Looking pointedly at her beaded nipples, he let go of her knee.

“Even now, sitting this close together, I still feel your pull. I’ve had the hard-on from hell for a month and a half and I bet you’ve had the same issues. Am I wrong?”

Violet shook her head, glancing at his crotch. Rory felt it as if it were a physical touch and hardened to the point of pain. With a growl he laid back on the grass, stretching out his legs and trying to adjust his cock. Squeezing, he tried to ease the pain of being contained, but it was a lost cause now until he could do something about it. Covering his face with his arm he just laid there and breathed, trying to will it away.

Violet shifted beside him and Rory figured she was getting up and heading to the car. Instead he felt the lightest of strokes on his dick before her hand pulled away. Was this her way of telling him she believed what he was telling her?

“So, what happens with this attraction?” she whispered. “Will it burn out after a while, or is this going somewhere?”

Rolling onto his elbow, he opened his eyes to look at her. “Are you sure you want to know?”

Pushing her bangs off her forehead, she nodded.

“According to my father, when people like us feel this kind of draw we have to be together. It’s imperative. We will never find true happiness anywhere else.”

The breath stalled in his lungs as he waited for her response. That was a pretty heavy weight he had just loaded onto her shoulders. Basically it was be with him or no one else. Rory didn’t like to look at it that way, but that was pretty much what it came down to.

It didn’t say much for his relationship with Sandro either. Even though he didn’t think it would affect their love, what if it did?

“My grandfather used to tell me stories,” she admitted softly, “when I was little about finding the one I was meant to be with. But there were always challenges and heroes, and princesses and other fanciful things. Even my parents’ love he romanticized. He said my mother and father had lost themselves in their joy.”

“Which does happen if the couple involved isn’t careful. It happens more than we care to admit.”

Several quiet minutes passed as Violet digested what he had told her. The water continued to swirl lazily and a pair of squirrels in a tree bickered back and forth. Rory ran his hands through the grass they sat upon and felt the throbbing hum of a distant power.

Violet gasped and leaned toward him as if pulled by strings.

“Do that again,” she said softly.

Stretching out his arm, he brushed a wide arc of grass. Violet shivered convulsively, placing her right hand against her breast.

“God, I feel that straight down my body. Does it normally do that?”

Rory shook his head in answer, but her eyes were closed. She was subtly shifting back and forth, manipulating her hips on the ground. Dark-lashed lids fluttered to rest on her cheeks and Rory thought she was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. Once again his cock came roaring back to life and he couldn’t help but reach out to stroke the turgid nipple he could see under the purple t-shirt. Violet gasped, pushing her chest into his hand.

Rory needed no more encouragement. With a hand behind her head he slanted his mouth to hers. Even though he tried to be gentle, the past weeks had been hard on him and he was frustrated. Violet didn’t seem to mind. Her lips moved under his as if the movement was choreographed ahead of time, meeting him equally. When his tongue slipped inside, hers was there to meet it, gliding sinuously. Rory thought she tasted of coffee, sweetness and satisfaction.

Violet moaned deep in her throat, clutching his shirt in tight fists. Rory felt himself being tugged down on top of her, which was fine with him. Bracing one hand to the side, he tried to distribute his weight so he wouldn’t crush her but she was having none of that. With a growl she pulled him completely on top of her, wrapping her long legs around his hips. Tilting her pelvis, she rocked her hips up into his erection and Rory shuddered at the contact. Damn, that felt good.

Jostling a bit, he tugged her shoulders up enough to rip her shirt off and toss it away, then laid her back down. He paused when he saw her bra. It was the pretty blue satin one again and her nipples were so hard behind the cups they looked painful. This piece of fabric had haunted his dreams for weeks now. Cupping her ribcage in his hands, he pulled her breasts up to his mouth. Violet gasped as he engulfed one perfect globe with his mouth, bra and all. Running his tongue over her nipple, he could feel her muscles quivering. His right hand spanned her second breast and he flicked her nipple with his thumb.

Violet screamed and convulsed in his arms, rocking her hips up into his. It was absolutely everything he could do not to come in his pants like a boy. Pulling his hips away he panted, resting his head against her tummy as he waited for her to calm.

Lassitude washed over
Violet and her spasms slowed. That was exactly what she needed. Rory’s head rested on her chest and his panting breath tickled her side. Tunneling her fingers into his thick auburn hair, she hugged him to her before pulling his face to hers for a long, lingering kiss.

Carefully he eased his body down on top of hers and Violet felt how very full he was. The erection nestling into the cradle of her hips had to be painful because there was no give to it at all. It was as full as it possibly could be. The harsh grimace on Rory’s face told her he was almost to the end of his rope.

Pushing on his shoulders, Violet rolled Rory over in the grass. It was like trying to push a tank, but he let her think she did it. Violet straddled his upper legs. Tugging the belt open, she unhooked the top of his chinos. Rory groaned as she bumped him lightly. Violet paused for a moment then very carefully pulled the zipper apart.

Rory breathed more deeply as the restriction on his cock eased. Violet smiled down into his eyes as she pulled the elastic of his underwear out and away to loop underneath his balls. Pumping blood made his cock bounce over his belly and a drop of come slid down the length of him. Reaching forward, Violet wrapped her hand around the width of him, lubricating her hand. Rory gasped and jerked beneath her. Using the very tips of her fingers she gathered the moisture and dragged it to the tip. Leaning forward, she made one long lick up, swirling in the salty treat. Rory surged beneath her and out of the corner of her eyes she saw him dig his fingers into the ground.

Violet gasped in surprise and flexed over top of him. Just touching the ground like that sent another little mini-orgasm through her. Snatching at his hands, she brought them up to rest on her hips. This time was for him.

Swirling her tongue around the head of him, Violet teased the flushed crown with her fingertips. The pad of her thumb made little circles on the slit in the center, then down just below the rim and back up.

“Oh, goddess. You need to stop.” His voice had turned harsh with need.

“No, I’m not going to stop. You’re going to come in my hand, then I’m going to lick you clean and ride you and make you come again. I don’t think one orgasm is enough for either one of us.”

Rory seemed to agree with her assessment. When she started tugging and swirling with her hand again he moved his hips in counter point to her movements. Violet couldn’t help but snug herself forward, rubbing her clit against the base of his cock. Even through her jeans he felt phenomenal. Within a minute he was pulsing in her hand. Violet guided his cock out just a bit and watched as streams of white semen spattered into the grass beside them. Rory’s movements almost bucked her off of him altogether. If he hadn’t been holding onto her hips she probably would have fallen off. The cry that she wrenched out of his throat was truly predatory.

Leaning down she did as promised, licking off the last few spots of his release. It was salty yet sweet at the same time and fired her taste buds. Rory had softened with his ejaculation, but with Violet’s gentle ministrations the flesh in her hands began hardening once again.

Unable to wait any longer, he pushed Violet to a standing position and ripped her jeans and panties off her legs. Rory cupped her ass in his unrelenting hands and forced her to stand straddled over him as he speared his tongue into her wet depths. Violet shuddered at the contact and her knees almost collapsed. If Rory had been any other man she would have fallen. Nobody else would have been able to hold her and manipulate her body at the same time. When his clever tongue slid up to circle her clit, Violet screamed with the pleasure of it. The woods seemed to absorb the sound and bounce it back to her, and for a moment she thought she heard the happy echo of bells chiming.

Rory brought her attention back to him when he speared a thick finger up into her pussy. Crooking his finger to hook her pubic bone, he glided over her g-spot repeatedly. At the same time he suckled on her clit, dancing his tongue over top of it.

Violet unraveled. Spasms contorted her body over top of him as Rory wrapped his arms around her hips and held his face to her lower belly. It took a long time for the deep body quakes to slow but Rory was patient.

Once Violet caught her breath she pulled away. Rory’s erection was just as hard as ever. Pre-ejaculate coursed down his length almost constantly. Taking the condom from his hand, she gently worked it down his length.