Aaron's Kiss Series Boxed Set (Books 1 - 7) (84 page)

“No. I…you can’t. Can’t come here, I mean. I’m…shit, Tristan, I’m working. What do you mean you won’t be able to go that long? The sex was great, fantastic as a matter of fact, but I’m sure there are hundreds of women, and even some men that would kill to be with you. I can’t have been that good.” H
e could hear her insecurity in her tone. He tried to ignore the reference to other women, but he wanted her with him.

“I don’t want anyone else, and as of last night, and the fact that we are truly bonded, I can no longer feed from anyone else, and I wouldn’t even want to. Bailey, we are going to have to talk about this job of yours. I don’t want you working like this anymore. It’s dangerous and you could get yourself hurt or killed. I won’t have it.”

He knew as soon as he said it that it had been a mistake. Tristan knew better than to make demands of her. She was not only smart and stubborn, but she was also more capable of taking care of herself than he was. He wouldn’t tell her that, but it was the truth.

“Look, bucko, you will have to understand something right now. I do what I want, when I want, and you will not dictate to me. No one does, understand me? I’m busy right now, and you will hear from me when I’m fucking good and ready.” S
he slammed her mind shut to him. 

He felt it, felt the tight rein she held around her so that he couldn’t reach her any longer. Well, fuck, he’d screwed that up royally.

~CHAPTER ELEVEN~

She followed her target through the building and then out into the courtyard of a large mansion. Try as she might, she couldn’t get the night before and then the conversation with Tristan out of her head. She didn’t need this right now.

The being she was tagging was a fae. They were the trickiest of all the targets she had to contend with. Fae didn’t play by anyone’s rules except theirs, thus the reason she’d been called in. She was to detain and bring in for questioning and if that didn’t work, then termination.

When he moved to an outer building, she moved in to capture him. He was close enough that she could smell him then. He was not only fae, but had some pixie in him, the sweet, clouding odor of flowers permeating the air. Just as he moved toward the street, she slipped the blade up and around him and slit his throat. He wouldn’t die, not here, but it would be enough of a wound to slow him down until she could get him to the castle dungeon. She picked him up and threw him over her shoulder just as he was beginning to stir again, the wound having healed that fast.

“Where are you taking me? I’m of royal blood, female. You can’t treat me like a commoner. Put me down you, you smelly vamp. I demand you bring me before your queen.”

Bailey didn’t recognize the queen, or anyone else in the realm. It made for a better working relationship for everyone if she kept a neutral stance. But this idiot didn’t seem to realize that the queen knew of his…misdeeds.

“She’s your queen, not mine, and that’s where we’re headed. Well, you are. I’m just dropping you off where they told me to put you. Now, shut up. I have a headache and you’re not helping it.” She smacked him hard against the wall and when he fell off her shoulder, she simply picked him up and threw him across her again. It was going to be a really long day.

“The queen wishes to see you.” Bailey had just dropped off her target in the cell when a troop of eight Court Guard showed up. She eyed them warily.

“I have things to do, and no time for socializing, but tell her I said thanks.” She moved toward them and stopped when they spread out, weapons at the ready. Not quite drawn out of their scabbards, but just enough that she knew they meant business.

“The queen wishes to see you now.” This time, it sounded more like a demand than a request. Their hands pulling out the swords at their sides indicated that it was just that, and they didn’t think she should be declining the invite.

“Eight against one is not really in my favor, so you may be able to subdue me, but that’s about all. I don’t want to have to hurt you, any of you, but if you pursue this, I will. Just tell your queen that I’m busy, and we’ll all be a bit healthier tomorrow.” She took a stance as well. Her weapon of choice was her body, it being just as lethal as their swords.

“Come with us, and we will allow you walk on your own two feet. If not, then you will be carried. Decide.” The front man smirked at her. She didn’t care for that. Nor his attitude. Well fuck them. She was having a shitty day and they had the bad misfortune to get the end of it.

She shifted into a dragon. A very large, fire-breathing, winged dragon. The men as a whole stepped back several paces. When she extended her wings, she was nearly thirty feet wide and her impressive ten foot height made her something to reckon with. Smirk now, she thought. Bailey stepped two steps forward then back one and shifted back to herself.

“I’ve decided that you will let me pass or I’ll eat you for dinner. Now move.” She stepped toward them and all but one stepped back. He hadn’t been doing the talking, so she assumed the leader was somewhere in the back of their merry band.

“The queen only wishes a word, mistress. She said to tell you that you are all impressive and all, but she’d only like a word.” She had to give him points for being persistent.

“Again, I’m busy. Tell her to call and make an appointment if she has a job for me to do. I do not socialize.” She walked passed him and down the large entrance hall to the keep. She was nearly to the doors when a large dragon, a real one this time, stepped in front of her.

“I don’t make appointments with my subjects. And you will do well to remember that next time I send for you. Hello, Bailey.” Bailey closed her eyes and counted to ten before turning.

“Your grace. Since you hold the entire deck of cards, what do you want? I really don’t have time for this. I have a lot of things to do and time is running short. The contract was for three beings and I’ve only delivered the one. I have a scant ten days to recover and retrieve for you.” She turned slowly and took in the room and where all the queen’s players were.

“Would you mind coming with me? Standing out in the open to talk to you is not what I had in mind when I asked you to see me.” She fanned her hand in the direction she wanted her to go.

“
Asked
me to see you? Yeah, right, and here is just fine. I like the openness of this room. Again, your grace, what do you want?” Bailey settled her hands on her hips, her body loose and ready.

“Bailey, has anyone ever told you what a stubborn pain in the ass you can be? I want you to come with me into the salon. We have things to discuss and I don’t want the entire castle to hear. Come with me now. Please?” All she needed to do was stamp her foot, thought Bailey, and the tantrum would be complete.

The first two guards fell from the second floor balcony and landed on the floor ten feet from the queen. The next four dropped where they were standing. The six that had bows and arrows pointed at Bailey froze, unable to move even their eyes. The other ten men, all with swords out of the scabbards, dropped like a set of dominos all in a line, falling upon each other, their weapons forgotten. With a sudden flash of light, the dragon in the doorway disappeared. In less than five seconds, the entire troop was disabled and the queen was held at knife point and at Bailey’s mercy.

“I have things to do. I do not socialize. I don’t want to talk with you. And I do not like to have people pointing sharp objects at me; it puts me in a bad mood. Do I make myself understood now, your grace?” She whispered each word directly into Mel’s ear, enunciating clearly.

“You’ll pay for this, Printer. And pay dearly. No one touches the queen without permission.” Mel had not counted on Bailey’s magic working in her realm, apparently. “When I gave you free rein so that you could work unfettered in my realm, it wasn’t so that you could attack me.”

“Then by all means, kill me. I will happily go to the guillotine, just say the word. I tire of this life anyway.” She tightened her grip on the queen for a scant second, and then pushed her away from her. “Don’t threaten me with my demise, your grace, I’ve stared death in the face more times than you can even imagine.”

Bailey delivered the other two beings over the next eight days. The second one had cut her shoulder badly and it had taken her a day to deal with the pain and be able to move again. The third man, another fae, decided that fighting her was much preferable to the cell he was destined for. The severe burn to her back from a blast of heat caused her to move much slower and he was able to slice her leg open with a claw as well. Taking his head was a pleasure after that.

“Would you like for someone to treat those for you? We have a healer on staff for us and there is also any number of witches here that could give you a potion to ward against infection.”

The guard at the gates of the cells had been very standoffish since she’d tried to eat them. She normally didn’t care, but just lately she had become very concerned when she came to the queen’s realm. This one had spoken to her before. She could feel his fear of her, but it didn’t stop him from being polite.

“No thanks. I just want to leave this place.” She turned to go and there stood an entire company of men.

“My lady. The queen asks that you please join her in the salon if it is convenient for you. She said that she only wishes a word with you.”

The man looked nervous, and Bailey remembered him from last week. He had been one of the guards holding an arrow at her. Bailey also noticed that none of them were touching their weapons. She made sure she didn’t make any sudden moves toward them when she took a step in their direction.

“All right. But tell her that I’d rather be out of doors, please. I stink and I don’t want to smell up her pretty room.” Bailey hadn’t had a proper bath for nine days. She’d swam in the lake near the mountains in this realm, the water cool and clear, but as there was no soap or shampoo, she was feeling a little dicey. She was sure she smelled that way too.

She followed the men out onto a large open area that surrounded a beautiful in-ground pool. Trees, bushes, and pretty flowers were scattered about, as were several lounge chairs and tables and chair sets with umbrellas. Sitting at one of the tables was Tristan, and he wasn’t alone. There were two other men with him.

“Bailey. I’ve missed you. I was wondering if I might have a private word with you before the queen arrives.” Tristan stood up and took her hand as soon as she was within several feet of his table. He started pulling her along behind him at a fast clip into the wooded area behind them.

“Where are you tak—” She was suddenly pressed against a wall and her mouth was being devoured by his. She tried talking around his mouth.

“Shut up, just shut up and kiss me.” He had pulled away long to make that demand, then went back to kissing her.

She felt his cock, hard against her belly, and melted against him. Apparently, she had missed him too, she thought with a giggle. She pulled his shirt free of his pants and raked her nails hard across his warm skin, drawing a trace of blood for her efforts. She was rewarded with a deep moan from Tristan that she could almost taste and a shudder of his body.

“Please, I want you. Please, Tristan, inside of me now.” She was already working at his belt. Did the man have to wear so many fucking clothes? When his snap was undone, she reached her hand into his trousers and cupped his shaft in her palm. This time, she moaned.

“Christ, I only wanted to...Bailey, stop, I have to...yes, harder, harder. Bailey, please.” She had her hand wrapped tightly around him now and was stroking him hard up and down, faster and faster.

He jerked at her zipper and yanked her pants and panties off her in one move; he pushed her shirt up over her breast and ripped the bra in half. Her shoes had disappeared sometime just before she touched him. The tie wasn’t cooperating so she just moved it away, ripped his buttons from his shirt, took his hard nipple into her mouth, and bit him while tugging it down his arms.

“Turn around. I’m going to fuck you here. Turn around.” When she didn’t move fast enough, he tossed her around and against the wall, still partially dressed, slamming his body against hers.

“Please. Please now.” She pushed her body back against him until his hard cock was cradled in the crack of her ass. She started riding him this way, moving up and down him until he growled at her.

“Bend over, Bailey. Bend over and grab your knees. I want you too badly to wait. I’m going to fuck you.”

She bent over and before she could get a grip on her legs, he was slamming into her heat. His size tore into her, making her cry out in pain, but he didn’t stop and she didn’t want him to. Gripping her hips, he slammed into her hard. Soon she was backing into him with each slam of his cock into her. She reached between her legs and touched his balls, which were tight against him, and squeezed him, rolled him gently in her hand. He stood her up then and pressed her against the wall again, his cock still deep within her. She felt his teeth scrape along her shoulder through her shirt, when suddenly he ripped a tear in it and he had his mouth on her skin. His hand moved between her legs, widening them for his touch.

“Please...” When he pressed his thumb against her clit, he sank his fangs deep into her neck where her shoulder met. She came apart, crying out her release, and Bailey barely heard his cry of completion, her own cries reverberating along the wall.

He continued to feed, taking her into his body and moving against her. His cock was still semi-hard and inside of her, making her need him again. She sent him that need and felt his cock harden immediately. Sealing the tiny wound at her neck, he turned her around and kissed her. Bailey could taste her blood on his tongue, mixing them together in a way that had her pussy weeping again.

He must have sensed her need because he dropped before her and buried his face between her legs, licking and sipping from her core. Lifting one of her legs, he rested it on his shoulder as he moved further between her thighs, suckling and nipping at her. Knowing that he had to taste his cum as well as her own had her close to coming yet again. When he pulled her ass cheeks apart and began rubbing the small rosebud of her ass, using their combined cum as a lubricant, she growled deep in her throat.

“I’m going to fuck you here soon, Bailey. I’m going to claim this tight hole like I did your pussy. My cock is going to come deep in you here. You’re so tight, so fucking tight.” When he slid his finger into her, she moaned at the pain and the pleasure his intrusion had created.

“Please.” Mindless with need, she began moving against his mouth harder now. She couldn’t think beyond what his fingers were doing to her. When he slid a second finger in with the first, stretching her tight hole, and suckled her clit into his mouth and bit her, she came, screaming this time, long and loud. While her body was still trembling with release, he stood and entered her again, her wet heat making the slide in easy and swift. Lifting her and locking her ankles behind him, he began moving hard against her again. Tilting his head for her, exposing his throat, she bit him, drawing deep on his vein, her body exploding again as he released his seed into her.