Fae Dominance (3 page)

"Now, Puck, it is time to answer both of your questions. You are mates. The bond is there as strong as the one Dia shares with the both of you. He is also mates with the human boy but the threads are buried deep. You will have your work cut out for you to dig them out into the light."

Those wolf eyes took me in and he licked his lips. "It's too bad I do not have this body more often, I would not mind a taste of you in this form. Perhaps he will let us play together with me in the front seat once he is more secure."

It had not happened in millennia but my jaw dropped. The spirit of the wolf Kale carried, had just propositioned me. I threw back my head and laughed in pure joy. "Oh, Alpha, I would like that very much." I licked my lips. "Would you mind if I touched you for a moment? A single caress before we give Kale control back?"

"Oh, Faeling, I would have it no other way," he nearly purred. I was nonplussed for a second at being called a child but not enough to hold me back. Opportunities like this did not come often in one's lifetime.

Carefully I inched closer as Kale's wolf rose to his knees. He reached out, took my face in his hands, and pulled me closer. A whisper of breath blew across my lips before his kiss overtook me.

"Remember, Oberon's Puck, although I am a part of Kale, we are also separate. It will be a time before he is ready for this level of intimacy.”

With that, his mouth covered mine and he took possession of me, the great seducer. I was overwhelmed. His mouth devoured mine and ate at me while at the same time he touched with the most delicate of caresses. Mouths open, our tongues tangled in a loving dance that had none of the aggression I expected but the lovemaking of a mate.

I was humbled even as my body rose to the occasion. Our cocks rode each other hard, hips grinding against one another as we embraced. Damn, I wanted to feel him buried deep in me while he kissed me just like this, fierce and gentle.

This was heaven, I knew it was the wolf but it was also my Kale. It was just Kale who had not found himself yet. I made an oath to myself in that moment. I would find this man buried beneath all the grief and pain and bring him into the light.

Dianthe deserved this mate, I groaned into his mouth. Hell, we all did. The sure hands fondling began to falter and the lips and body so sure in itself became hesitant. Our eyes met and Kale the man was back in control.

He did not jerk away from me but shyly continued our kiss. He was so tentative in his caress that my heart ached for him. I had thought that organ long dead until I had met Dianthe. Now I found it beating even more for my wolf.

Cautiously, we disengaged. Our foreheads rested against each other while we caught our breath. Kale's breath was harsh in the silent room before he pulled back from me.

Looking up at him, I waited. He had to handle this one, as he was the one kissing me.

"I was aware," he began after a long silence. "I'm not going to blame you, Robin, while the wolf was in control I was there. I knew everything that was happening and I could have stepped in at any time." He closed his eyes before continuing, "This is not going to be easy. I can't give up control to you because you ask. I understand we need to be equals and I know we are mates. That is clear now. You will have to help me. I don’t think I can do this on my own."

Kale's eyes opened then and they were haunted.

"Something has changed and you feel the same to me in here," he tapped his chest, "as does Dia. You are mine and I am yours." His voice broke before he caught himself and continued, "Puck," he whispered. "I don’t know how to do this. Will you help me?"

Where had all my wisdom gone? I was The Puck, Oberon's right hand and the one that all of Fae feared. Yet here I was laid low by the broken man above me.

"Anything," I vowed. "Kale, Lord of the wolves, I will do everything in my power to free you from your chains and bring you joy in this life, will you accept this promise?"

"Yes," he whispered. A chain broke and a new one formed. It linked us together and began the bonds that would bind us together for eternity. Kale leaned down and gently kissing me one last time before he drew back.

He hung his arms over his drawn up knees, unconcerned with his nudity now. "Thank you," he sighed and let the tears silently trail down his cheeks.

We sat in silence for hours. It was a peaceful quiet where we reflected and essentially took in each other's presence. Nothing was asked and nothing was taken. The two of us were just souls who were lost trying to find their way home in the stillness.

Kale finally broke the quiet reprieve we had been floating in. "Where do we go from here," he asked.

I smiled at him and told him truthfully, "Forward, Kale, we go forward."

"Yeah, but how, mate? I mean, what is the next step? Are we good now or is there some more mystical rubbish to muddle through?"

I held out my hand to him and waited for him to grasp it. Once he did, I pulled him closer so we were shoulder to shoulder and could lean against one another.

"One step at a time, puppy, one step at a time," I sighed. "The first step will be to leave these rooms," I nodded toward the walls in distaste. This place had become oppressive since last I was here. "It seems that I now find this," I paused looking for the right word to describe the palatial room, "distasteful."

"Huh," Kale murmured. “I thought this was your personal rooms?”

"Yes," I replied. "But now I find it lacking." They had never been deficient in the past; in fact, I had taken great pleasure in the decadence to be found here. It had always been soothing to my more indulging tastes. The thought slightly perturbed me and I was not sure that I liked this feeling.

The pup broke into my thoughts when he nudged me almost playfully. "Warmth, Puck, it lacks warmth. My place is pretty similar but I have my mum to add a feminine touch to the pack house. But my rooms," he shrugged. "They are just a place to sleep at night. I've never even brought a female there other than Dia. I didn't want them to get the wrong idea. I knew I had nothing more than sex to offer them," he finished lamely.

My eyes closed in thought and I leaned my head on his shoulder. Kale's body stiffened for a second before relaxing against me. "It seems the more time we spend together, the more we realize we are more alike than previously thought," I mused. "This is just a secure place to rest. I have never had a home," a chuckle escaped me before continuing, "entertaining guests here upon occasion would be the main difference. It is perfect for uninterrupted privacy."

"Yeah, might not want to share that with Dia, mate," Kale laughed heartily. "I don’t think she would take it too well."

"Indeed, Kale, it would not be a wise story to share. I have a feeling we could share a few tales between us though," my eyebrow arched questioningly. For the first time I had seen, Kale threw back his head and laughed light heartedly. "Oh, Puck, you have no idea, mate. You have no idea.”

"What do you say we leave these depressing walls and I give you a tour of the Sith. These hallowed halls of the Sidhe Fae of Oberon, Lord of the Light?" I rose up from the bed and willed clothing for both of us. "It is a shame to cover up that tasty body of yours, Kale, but I would not want to start a riot having you walk the halls in your skin," I smirked.

"Ha…ha…ha, bloody funny, Fae. Here I was starting to like you a little more as well," Kale grumbled. With a deep sigh, the clothes materialized over both of our forms. "What the hell am I wearing? Seriously, Puck, is this some kind of faery style?"

"Well," I drawled. "I think you look fan-fucking-tastic, emphasis on the fucking." With great pleasure, I took my time enjoying how the clothes fit his physique. "You are larger than most males here so do not be surprised at the attention you will get," I told Kale.

"Somehow, I'm not surprised in this getup." Kale glanced down at himself. "You have a mirror, Puck?"

I lifted my chin in the direction of the far wall where the required item manifested itself.

"Right, faery glamour at its best," Kale said under his breath. He walked over to the mirror and took in his reflection. He wore a deep blue silk shirt, well fitted and long sleeved, covered by an exquisitely handcrafted leather vest in darkest brown. The shirt lay open at the neck and exposed that broad chest of his.

The best part and what he couldn’t see at the moment was how the soft leather trousers that matched the vest, hugged his beautiful ass. So well fit, they practically cohered like a second skin low on his hips. They clung to those well-muscled thighs and traveled down Kale’s masculine legs where they were met just below the knees by heavy leather boots. Ahh, the boots both functional and sexy. A darker tone than the rest, they emphasized the pure maleness that he expelled.

It only took a second to be behind him my hand at his waist while I peered over his shoulder to watch our reflection. "Well what do you think, puppy? Do you like it? Mine is not very different as you can see," I moved to his side so he could see us both. My shirt was red, a perfect foil for my hair. The leather black to his brown but otherwise the same. He stood a head taller than me and was much broader. He was dark to my fair and we made a striking image.

Kale met my eyes in the mirror before replying, "I would like for you to stop calling me pup. Otherwise, it looks like executive biker but comfortable enough. And this is what they wear here?" he asked me absently.

"It is casual, yes, not something we would wear in the Royal court but for our purposes tonight, it is very appropriate." My eyes narrowed on him with the next words. "And I will stop calling you pup when you stop using Puck in a derogative way. Do not think I do not know you use it as a curse."

Kale sighed loudly and rubbed a hand through his hair. "Look…I'm sorry, Robin," he paused. That almost sounded painful, I snorted to myself. "I have had issues with the Fae for a lifetime. I am trying to overcome those prejudices. It doesn't help that I feel like we are in competition with each other over Dia," he trailed off.

Reaching up to touch his face, I held his gaze steady. "That is why we are here, Kale, to get past this rivalry and become the mates we are meant to be. No matter how long it takes, however," I smiled up at him before pulling him down and surprising him with a kiss, "I don’t think it will take as long as you believe.”

Kale blushed slightly and pulled back before clearing his throat. "Hey, I thought you were going to give me the grand tour." He nudged my shoulder. "I never planned to come to Faery but since I'm here, I might as well take advantage of it."

"Most definitely, but before we go let me drop the glamour. Are you all right with that? Most here will be in their natural forms." I watched to see his reaction. In the past, he had difficulties with me un-glamoured.

para>"I'm good with it, Robin," he stumbled over my name. I felt my mouth lift at the corner—he was trying. A deep breath later and the glamour coating me slipped away, leaving me in my natural state. Waves of multi-colored hair fell in waves down my back ending just below my waist. Dianthe loved the colors, and I was loathe to cut it since she took such joy in it. The length was becoming bothersome though.

Chapter Three

Kale…

I watched in awe as I often did when Puck, I shook my head slightly, I mean Robin, dropped his glamour. He was the most beautiful being I had ever seen. It had always made me uncomfortable to look at him in the past.

Now at least I understood why even if I were no more comfortable with the situation, my wolf made it clear we were mates. He had been more than happy to come to terms with it, for me it would take more time.

I had never been with a male before nor had any inclination to. Damn, this was hard. In more ways than one, I snorted to myself. His hair was beautiful. Dia was not the only one fascinated by it. I wondered silently what it would feel like to run my hand through those multi-colored strands. Dia was right, his hair poured like waves of autumn. All those reds, gold, and browns, intertwining into a mass of silk were beautiful.

My mouth opened before the thoughts even solidified in my mind. "Do you want me to plait it for you," I said gruffly while I motioned toward his hair. He looked almost surprised for a fraction of time. Why did I think he had an emotionless face? Robin felt so deeply and it showed clearly when you knew to look for it.

"You know how to plait hair, Kale? That hardly seems the thing an Alpha would have on his list of accomplishments. Or did you learn by playing with lovers past?" Robin questioned.

His look was curious more than digging. I shook my head and smiled ruefully. "My mother," I said simply. "When my father was gone and we were safe, she would spend hours with me. I loved brushing and plaiting her hair. It was the only time I could be touched with affection and it gave her pleasure. The times were few and far between but it was worth the risk of a beating or two for those stolen moments…" I broke off when the memories began to get to me.

"Would you like me to plait yours?" I asked again. His pupils had expanded and almost glowed when he answered.

"Never feel you have to have permission to touch me, Kale. If that bastard wasn’t dead already, I would take great joy in slowly torturing the life out of him." Robin flicked his hand angrily and a gilded stool appeared between us. He sat down and a matching vanity came into existence in front of us. "Please," his gaze caught mine. "Care for my hair in any way you wish. I would like it very much."

In silence I reached over him and picked up one of the brushes laying in a line across the dark wood of the table. We once again let our gazes meet in the mirror and quietly I began to brush his hair.

It was like silk, heavy and thick it slid between my fingers. The feel of the strands against my skin was both comforting and erotic. So much had changed in such a short time for all of us. I fisted the mass of hair at his nape, gently pulling it tight while the brush worked through the length.

Robin arched his neck and moaned when I tugged his hair back. Pleasure streaked across his face and his eyes closed tightly. My hand tightened slightly and his lips parted. I watched as his tongue slipped out to moisten his bottom lip.