Faerykin (3 page)

But now I
was tired of running. I wanted to settle down. Be Jaime’s wife. I
wasn’t asking for much. Those were life’s simple wishes. Were they
too much to ask for?

“
Aine.”

He must
have seen the dreaded look on my face.

“
Don’t worry. We’ll get through this together. I won’t let
anybody or anything harm you.”

I wanted
to believe everything could be that simple. Graeme had promised me
the same thing. He’d been a formidable warrior. But he lost his
battle, anyway.

“
Trust me, Aine. I’ll keep you safe.”

I gulped
hard and forced a smile. “Where are we going?”

“
I have an aunt who owns a restaurant in Sioux Falls. You
should stay with her until I can figure this whole thing
out.”

“
I have raw meat in the grocery bag.”

“
We’ll just toss those when we refuel. Gas is kinda
low.”

“
Such a waste of perfectly good meat. We can give this to
somebody.”

“
Sure, but people will think you’re weird. And I doubt they’ll
cook and eat it. Meat isn’t Halloween candy.”

“
That makes sense.” We didn’t have big corporations who
produced food on a massive scale in the faery realm. If you wanted
meat, you either hunted or raised cattle. Thus, receiving meat as a
gift was more appreciated than candies. Sometimes humans didn’t
make sense.

An hour
later, Jaime made a stop in a gas station to refuel. That was when
he found out he had an engine problem. No wonder the car had
stuttered for the last dozen miles. We couldn’t go farther with it
in that condition. Jaime decided to check-in to a motel, then drive
the car to a nearby auto repairs shop. When he returned to our
room, he said it would be ready in the afternoon.

We had
Wendy’s for dinner and went to Walgreens to pick up some
essentials. A change of shirts, undies, toothbrush and toothpaste,
along with a few other things. He told me to rest while he made
some phone calls.

I took a
long, hot shower to clear my head. Would living with his aunt work
for me, or should I ditch Jaime for his own sake? I didn’t want to
be apart from him.

We hadn’t
even been intimate yet.

Screw
this. I didn’t want to think about what would happen tomorrow.
Jaime’s gun wouldn’t do much damage to Valerian’s hunters, unless
Jaime used silver bullets. They were weres, true creatures of the
night. Thinking about the past that kept coming and hounding me
made me irritated. I wanted to forget them all. Tonight I would
savor every moment I had with Jaime.

Tonight I
would make him mine.

I went to
Jaime only in a towel. He sat on the edge of the bed, talking with
someone on the phone. He disconnected when he saw me. He scowled. I
was sure it was intended to scare me off. Tough luck. I knew he
wanted me. And I wanted him too. Badly. There was no turning back.
I intended to lose my virginity tonight.

“
Put some clothes on,” he chastised. “The new ones I bought you
are in the white plastic bags.”

“
No,” I said petulantly. I took his cell phone and tossed it
under the bed.

“
Aine…”

I didn’t
give him a chance to reject me. I cupped his face and kissed him
hungrily. His objection evaporated midway. “Do you think I’m
pretty?”

He
blinked. “Very.” His voice was huskier than usual. “You’re so
pretty it’s unreal.”

I smiled.
“Do you want me?”

Jaime
flooded me with his intense gaze. “I do, but…”

“
No buts.” I put a finger on his lips. “You know what your
problem is? You think too much. Let me show you how much I want
you.” I kissed him again before he could utter a single word. I
wanted and needed him as badly as I needed my next breath. His lips
felt warm. Inviting. Jaime groaned and returned my kiss with the
same heat. His tongue slid in. He tasted me. I tasted him.
Cinnamon. Spicy. I couldn’t get enough of him. We mauled each
other. My nipples hardened. My pussy ached. I moistened.

Yes, I
was wanton. Needy.

I broke
the kiss. Jaime drew a sharp inhalation, it seemed as if he still
wanted to kiss me. While he was transfixed on me, I slowly pulled
down the towel and let it drop to my ankles. I saw this type of
seduction in one vintage porn clip from the internet. The technique
worked. Jaime’s jaw went slack while his gaze feasted on my
nakedness. I was sure his brain waged war with his groin right now.
I settled on his lap with the grace of a cat and wrapped my arms
around his neck. “Jaime,” I whispered breathlessly. “Kiss
me.”

He
instinctively slipped a hand on the back of my head and drew me
closer. His other arm circled my waist. He kissed me. Greedily. His
tongue plunged into my mouth, claiming what I had to offer. I
moaned and ground my sex against his groin. He seemed to lose
it.

Jaime
groped me. One hand on my ass. The other was on my breast. Morsels
of delight burst under my skin. I loved the sensation, the way he
fondled me. The way his rough, manly hand swept across my feverish
skin. He found my nipple. He pinched, tugged and rolled it between
his thumb and forefinger. I flinched. A sharp pang of pleasure shot
straight to my sex.

“
God, Aine,” Jaime whispered between the kisses. “You’re
unbelievable.”

I was
sure he meant it as compliment. Maybe he liked my kiss. Or the way
my skin felt. I didn’t do anything that naughty to earn
chastisement. If I were left to my own devices, I’d like to try
something kinkier. Like a spank. Or two. Or his handcuffs. Hmm. I
bet Jaime never used his on his bedmate. Would he freak out if I
suggested that?

I purred.
I brushed my lips against his, then traced the outline of his lower
one with the tip of my tongue. I nibbled. He did it back. I
giggled. He groaned and squeezed my breast.

“
Oh, Jaime.” My body shuddered in ecstasy. “Harder…”

He did it
again. A heartbeat later, I found my back hitting the mattress and
Jaime on top of me. Ooh, even better. I pulled his collar and
crushed my lips on his. For a moment, I saw a flash of hesitation
in his eyes. I wouldn’t give him the chance. I pushed my tongue
into his mouth and kissed him ravenously. He returned my kiss just
as hot. I fisted his hair and clawed his scalp. Jaime licked the
side of my jaw and down to the hollow of my throat. He kneaded my
breasts and took one aching bud into his mouth. I threw my head
back and bared my throat. A deep, drawing ecstasy simmered straight
to my sex, causing my pussy to clench and turn wet.

So this
was how it felt.

I’d seen
it. Heard it. And now I experienced it. I loved it. Oh my stars, I
fucking loved it. Especially when he trapped my nipple between his
tongue and the roof of his mouth, and the tip teased the peak of my
hardened bud. I burned up from the inside out. He released it and
sucked the unmolested one. My spine liquefied. All I felt was his
hot mouth and the searing pleasure that paralyzed every fiber of my
being. I mumbled incoherently.

Jaime
released me. He kissed my belly. His hands rubbed my thighs. His
gaze slid to the juncture of my legs. He seemed fascinated on
seeing my pubis.

“
You’re a real blonde,” he remarked.

Of course
I am. Most faerykin had blue eyes and blond hair. We were naturally
pretty beings. I spread my thighs wide. “Touch me,” I pleaded
shamelessly. I’d been waiting for this moment for so long, since I
had reached puberty and became aware of my sexuality.

Jaime
groaned. He stroked my curls and parted my sex lips. He slowly
rubbed my wet seam. Some sexual moisture seeped from my entrance.
He noticed it, and murmured, “Jesus, Aine.” He circled it before
pushing a finger inside me.

My turn
to groan. My pussy clenched around his digit. This also felt way
better than I had thought. I had pleasured myself on many
occasions, but I always kept my hymen untouched. I had dreamed of
it. Imagined it. The day my chosen man would grant me this ultimate
pleasure. It felt so intimate, thrilling, being touched like this.
My pussy spasmed around his finger as he slicked me with my
abundant juices. When he rubbed his thumb on my clitoris and
stimulated me in tandem, I gasped like a fish out of
water.

Heaven
and stars. The pleasure was damnably nerve-wracking.

Jaime
slid in a second finger, and I was so full. I felt a pinch of pain
as he stretched me open. Maybe he tore my hymen, I didn’t know. But
the ecstasy overcame the hurt quickly, leaving me wetter and
wanting more. He stroked me with short, rapid thrusts, and soon, I
was drowned in the abyss of pleasure so deep I forgot my name for a
second. He finger fucked me faster and faster. When he curved the
digits up and rubbed that one special spot I had heard so much
about, the pleasure hit me a thousandfold to the edge and
beyond.

I came so
hard, fireworks exploded before my eyes.

The
exquisite ecstasy consumed me whole. My body quivered.

Jaime
pulled out his fingers and licked them. “Damn, Aine. You taste even
better than you look.”

Jaime
lowered his head and flicked his tongue on the hood of my sheath. I
had to scream. High octane ecstasy surged through me. He licked and
sucked as if he tried to get nectar from a forbidden fruit. His
lips swept my vulva and his tongue teased across the seam and into
my channel. His fingers were fantastic, but his tongue…

My
stars.

There
were no words to describe it. Only maddening pleasure that
thickened as he licked me deeper and deeper…

A second
climax ambushed me. Waves of pure ecstasy rippled through me. I
shouted. I cried. I was out of my mind, my body nothing but a mass
of quivering flesh. When I was able to collect myself, I saw Jaime
watched me. Pride was painted on his face. He kept stroking my
curls. “Did I do good, sweetheart?”

I
giggled. It was more than good. That was fucktastic.

“
Do you want to come again?”

“
Yes. Umm. No. I want to see you first.” I hoisted myself to a
sitting position, reaching for his erection. Least I thought he had
one. The bulge at his groin was unmistakable.

Jaime
snatched my hand and kissed it. “How about we focus on your
pleasure?”

That
ticked me off. “You got something to hide, Jaime? Are you a
post-op?”

He
cursed. “If I let you see me, I might not be able to control
myself.”

“
Well, that’s the point.”

“
I don’t have any condoms.”

Right.
Humans were always fussy with protection and stuff. Faerykin
weren’t. We didn’t share human illnesses, and procreation with them
seldom resulted in pregnancy. Half-bloods were a rarity and coveted
among faerykin. I licked my lips. “We’ll take it out before you
come.”

He
laughed. “It’s still not safe.”

I curled
my arm around his neck and kissed him on the mouth. There was no
way I was letting him chicken out this time. He kissed me back. He
tasted of me. Oddly, I liked it very much. I ground my hips against
him, letting him know how much I wanted him. “I want to have your
baby, Jaime. I think we’ll make pretty children.”

His eyes
widened.

I groped
his erection while continuing to kiss him. His cock jerked inside
his thick jeans. I slipped my hand under his belt and down straight
to my prize. Jaime sputtered when I grabbed his shaft. Goodness. He
was bigger than I thought and hard as a rock. His virile male flesh
felt hot and throbbing in my hand. I squeezed him. Jaime
choked.

“
Aine…”

“
I want you. Don’t you want me too?”

He made
some gurgling noise in his throat that sounded like “yes”. Or
chess. Mess?

“
Well?” With my free hand, I unbuckled his belt and unzipped
his fly. Before he could utter a word, I shoved down his briefs and
freed his beast from its containment. I looked down. His cock
looked as gorgeous as the rest of him. His crown was as big as a
ripe plum. The slit leaked a droplet of pre-cum. When I brushed my
thumb over his opening, his body shuddered madly.

While I
was still hitting all the high points, I went down and gave his tip
a lick. Two. A suck.

Jaime
panted. “Jesus, Aine.”

Silly
human. Sometimes I didn’t understand this fascination of calling
Jesus’ name in critical moments. I mean, what was Jesus going to
do? I restrained my giggle as I lapped on his droplets of pre-cum.
So this was how a man tasted. Salty. Like tears, only creamier. I
liked it. I choked his shaft and enveloped his cockhead with my
mouth. Jaime let out a string of incoherent mumbles when I sucked
him as if my life depended on it. Whatever hesitance he had
earlier, it seemed to evaporate like ice under a hot
sun.

Jaime
seized my arms and suddenly I found myself under him again. He
kissed me open-mouthed. “Naughty girl,” he whispered. His voice was
dark, dripping with lust. “What am I going to do with
you?”

“
You can fuck me,” I suggested.