Authors: Anna Keraleigh
out. Was it bad that her heart shattered? She honestly could have loved him.
What did that say about her love for Carrick? She ran into her fairy man’s open
arms, hugged him close as his wings extended.
“I should kill you for this…” Carrick added furiously to Valen. “The
only reason I spare your life is because the queen is merciful.”
“Take me home, Carrick,” she whispered in his ear, needed to be away
from everything and everyone for a while.
“I’ll always love you, Brook. I will always be here for you. You only
have to call my name.”
She heard Valen’s words as they took off into the sky, the sunrise
blinding her. But that was okay; she didn’t want anyone to see her cry.
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Kingdom was kiss Carrick. She had to. She hadn’t known she could miss
another human so much in her life.
Then she walked up to their balcony and glanced out at the land. She
missed the view just as much and inhaled the sweet fragrance. He wrapped his
arms around her. Such a difference in warmth, his kisses were gentler, all the
sweeter by the sheer fact that this was her fairy man.
“I thought I lost you.” He pressed his faced against her shoulder.
“Ditto,” she tried her hardest to hold in the tears.
He took a deep breath and held her face in his hands. “Go take a bath,
it’s all set up. Relax, do nothing but enjoy. I’m going to check the perimeter
and, if you’d like, I’ll join you.”
“Mmm…” She placed a kiss on each palm. “Now that sounds like a
wonderful plan.” She wanted desperately to talk about Valen, to explain
everything but he looked too raw, and her heart was a mushy mess. So, she
nodded, waited for him to leave and glanced back out at the sunflowers that
held such wonderful memories.
She’d made the right decision, in her soul. It beamed brighter than the
sun when she was with Carrick. Her smile was fleeting but uplifting. She tore
off her robe and her lingerie. Brook headed right for the mound of bubbles and
warm water.
The room smelt of vanilla and a spring rain. A few rose petals lay
scattered on the ledge; it was a huge porcelain tub with fairies depicted on the
sides as well as several Celtic designs. She stared at them with a smile and
reminded herself to ask Carrick what they meant.
He was her romantic fairy man. She stepped over the rim, her feet
enveloped by warm bliss. Her whole body went limp when it sank beneath the
bubbles. Muscles slackened, her lids closed, she took several deep breaths.
Her mind drifted, she decided the moment the water rushed over her
skin to quit worrying for a while. At the very least until the morning, the last
couple of days had been trying to her heart and head. It would not be a surprise
if she began suffering migraines from all this damn stress. Right now, however,
she was going to nap in warm water and flowery smelling bubbles.
Brook had no idea how long she laid there. Consciousness drifted far
away. She dreamt of her childhood, reliving the good memories and trying to
see her parents face once again. Their image was always distorted without their
picture before her. One moment she was smiling in the bathtub then out like a
light and the next she felt warm arms around her. They shifted under her back
and another under her knees. Her lids fluttered open as water streamed down
her body and a chill washed over her flesh. “Carrick?”
“I’m here, sweet,” he murmured in her ear.
She shifted closer, snuggled as best she could until he laid her on their
bed. Yes, it was theirs now, together, shared by more than lovers. His warm,
bare skin was a treat when he moved beside her. “Carrick, I love you.” It was a
whisper, a dazed conversation she wasn’t sure she’d remember in the morning.
“I love you too, my Brook.” He smiled at that, kissed her forehead and
kept his arms tightly around his queen.
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doors. Brook smiled and then rapidly sat up. “Carrick?” He found her, rescued
her and she left Valen, returned to her home.
“I’m right here, sweet.” He stood by the doors, naked and speaking to
Thame.
Dear Lord, she had forgotten. “Mord! Wick!” She jumped out of bed
and barely hid her curves with the sheet as she ran towards the men. “They
were hurt…”
“We found them…Mord was injured but Wick was badly wounded.
He’s healing and helped us find you from the bed.” Carrick turned to Brook as
she heard Thame flutter away. “He’s a people person, as he says, and knew
where the nearest Gancanagh lived.” He clasped her hand and sat beside her on
the bed, shifted the blanket so he could watch her breasts.
“I don’t understand. What is that? Why would it help find me?” Carrick
opened his mouth, closed it and leaned over to kiss her. Their lips met in an
excited rush and the tenderness nearly brought her to tears. How could she
possibly even think about refusing him? Her heart and soul yearned to be with
him for eternity.
“Did he kiss you?” His words silenced her.
She nodded briefly.
“Brook, I do understand. Valen is a Gancanagh. They are wingless
fairies exiled from the kingdom because of their destructive nature. Their
wings will not develop because they carry toxins in the skin and saliva. It also
makes women…” He looked away. “…addicted to their touch and taste.”
Brook sat there stunned. Well drugs or toxins sure as hell explained
Grace and Bridget’s craziness. Did that also explain why she missed Valen?
Was it only the toxins?
“Because you are no longer touch…” He cleared his throat. “No longer
touching or tasting him you may feel depressed or miserable or unhappy for a
while. It will go away, the toxins will wear off whether you made love to him
or just…”
“No!” She grabbed his hand. “I’m so sorry, Carrick.” She was ready to
tell him everything that happened, maybe not the details but she couldn’t
possibly lie to the man she loved so fiercely.
“It doesn’t matter what you did with him. I love you, and I will always
be at your side.”
Brook placed her hands on his chest. “Carrick, I feel no depression. A
little tired and my back’s a little achy.” The smallest smile crept up his lips. “I
couldn’t be happier than right now. Home, I am finally home with you. You
are my fairy man, and I love you so much. I knew the moment you were at that
door that you’re the one I love like no other. I want to wake up every morning
by your side. I want to spend the rest of our lives in your arms.” A tear slipped
free.
He wiped the stray, salty liquid from her cheek and blinked a few times
to clear his own. “Be mine forever.”
“Your smile would rival the angels.” He glanced at the sheet that
covered her tender flesh. Could he see her hard nipples?
Carrick moved closer, his lips pressed gently against her own and their
tongues swirled together in a mock battle for control. It was a kiss to remember.
Sweet, and a little naughty as his teeth scraped across her lower lip. She
wanted to make this an amazing moment for him but couldn’t possibly give
him a blowjob, which limited her possibilities.
Brook pushed him away, placed her hands on his shoulders until he laid
back. She flung the sheet onto the floor and straddled his muscular body. His
cock was already hard and thick, but she didn’t dare touch such a temptation
yet. His eyes locked onto hers as she lowered. Her hard, pebbled nipples
rasped against his chest. His flushed cock head poked her thigh and her lips
settled onto his neck.
His hands lowered to her ass cheeks and squeezed them. She wanted to
taste every inch of his flesh. It saddened her that she couldn’t savor the one
thing she really wanted. Still, she could drive him wild and spread her legs.
Her tongue traveled along his shoulder. Lips pressed here and there. She
managed to grab his wrists and lug his heavy arms above his head.
“Stay…” she mumbled with a grin. He snorted and then groaned as her
fingernails scraped over his flat nipple. Her kisses remained feathery as they
settled onto his chest. She lowered ever so slowly toward the sensitive bud and
when it was time to lick, she skipped that patch of flesh. He whispered her
name and she smiled as her tongue lapped at his skin. Over and over, she
teased with her wet taste buds all around his small nipple, not once did she
venture toward it.
“Brook!” He stared at her with all the intensity of a starved lion.
She grinned against his flesh and finally licked his nipple. A short,
crude suck, and he gasped; his head fell back to the bed. She continued
downward, his abs were hard knots of flesh that quivered as she ran her tongue
along them.
She followed the edge of every tense muscle, and her teeth scraped his
flesh and her lower lip dragged along to create sensation. Her hands were on
his thighs, her breath against his belly button, that cock was so close; she could
reach out with her tongue and finally taste him. Of course, that would cause
more problems than anything else.
Brook curled her fingers and dragged them down his thick thighs. He
gasped as she scraped and her legs straddled his. Her hot core met his warm
flesh with a burst of pleasure pending. Her tender flesh rubbed; there was no
way to resist that hard thigh against her sensitive core.
His cock increased during her journey, his head looked almost angry as
the thick rod jutted forward, nerves strained for her touch. She inhaled swiftly
and slowly exhaled right on his sensitive head. The reaction was a quick jerk
and a long moan. Her hands landed on his knees. She shifted and spread his
legs then instantly missed the feel of him against her heated pussy.
“Brook…” His voice was breathy, his tone pure lust.
“I may not be able to taste you…but I can still touch you.” She said the
words slowly, deliberately as she let her fingers trail up his leg, over his tense
thigh and caressed his ball sac. It was heavy as she rolled the flesh around her
digits. They were almost symmetrical, one hung slightly lower, and her mouth
watered.
Carrick grabbed the bed with abandonment as her nails scraped and her
breath teased. She gripped his dick and her palm rubbed sensually along the
erection. Each shudder of his member made her grin that much more.
She felt powerful, in control, ruler of Carrick’s dick. What an
amazingly gratifying feeling. He squirmed, gasped, and her other hand landed
at his head. His hole had yet to leak sperm but when her palm circled the head,
she felt the moisture shoot forth. It moistened her skin, and with both hands,
she pumped his cock.
“Brook! Sweet Goddess!”
His shouts were hoarse and hips jerked wildly and his hands ripped the
sheet beneath them. She had no idea if he came the same as human men; never
even got the chance to find out if he would shoot his load between her fingers
or on her nude breasts.
Carrick jerked erect. His white knuckled hands settled on her shoulders
and pushed her to the bed. His mouth met hers in a tangle of tongues and
passion. One hand grabbed the sheet that had gathered between them and
tugged it free. Their bodies met intimately.
Scorching heat wrapped both of them in a world of sensations and love.
His mouth escaped, drifted along her jaw and to her shoulder. His teeth scraped
as hers had done. Only she had a feeling he was truly going to bring her to the
brink of insanity.
His tongue swirled around her nipple, collecting the excited bud in his
mouth and sucked. She nearly came right there. Her back arched, and her body
hummed. That little left nipple was devoured and pleasure replaced her mind
with a lust-obsessed creature. Her hands roamed his back; her thighs flexed
and her hips squirmed. When the bud was red from attention, he turned to the
other neglected one. His lips caressed, his fingers flicked and then he sucked
the life out of her. Well, he could have done just that and she would die with a
smile.
“Open…” he ordered sweetly.
She hadn’t realized her thighs were locked shut and when she parted
them he rewarded her with another mouth-watering kiss.
“I want to watch how wet you become…” His words were another
sweet whisper against her burning flesh.
When both her breasts were properly cared for, his hands dipped lower.
They framed her torso as he placed kisses along her belly. Would he do that if
a child grew there?
The thought jerked her right from their hot embrace. Why was she
thinking about that now? The strange mindset drifted away as his hands bent
her knees and widened her legs. It was his turn to use his breath against her
tender, aching core.
She wanted to scream as his fingertips stroked her thighs, his mouth so
close to her heat she tried lifting her hips. The attempt was a failure, and she
whimpered. It was her last coherent thought to beg for his touch, for the
pleasure he could generate.
Carrick parted her wet folds, exposed her hole and grinned before his
tongue lapped at her weeping liquid. So close, she chanted his name; he kept