Fairy Prey (11 page)

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Brielle was home, the
dwelling she shared with her mate Mord. She wore a slinky white gown that
hugged her hips and breasts. Despite her emotions when she looked in the
mirror, she smiled. This had been a gift from him when they first mated. It had
decorative white beads at the top near her cleavage. She remembered the first
day she tried it on and was so nervous she ripped the strand and white beads
scattered across the floor. Mord had helped her pick every single one up, sewed
them on with her help, and then they made love. Sweet, gentle, intimate acts
that made her heart swell with affection.

Brielle’s eyes drifted
to the bed, the sheets unwrinkled and the comforter only mussed on one side. It
had been like this for decades. She was alone, unwanted and rejected. Brielle
frowned and turned from the mirror. Her white wings were still as she walked to
the bed and pulled the gown off. The seam ripped from the pressure. She held
the garment in her hand, ashamed at herself. There were worse things in life.
Look at poor Whisper and his mate. They were missing. Their king was dead and
the war was taking a horrible toll on their little community. Mord was busy
trying to solve the kingdom’s problems. He was doing good work, and that was
all that mattered.

Brielle took a deep
breath then pulled another gown on. This one was a pretty bright yellow that
she pulled over her hips up to her breasts. She slid the straps onto her
shoulders and smoothed out any wrinkles with her hands. Brielle then plastered
on her smile and walked to the balcony door. It was time to check on the queen
and the newest addition to the kingdom, Princess Adara.

She flew out into the
morning warmth and made her way to the new palace. At least until the
leprechauns finished rebuilding the old one. Their little heads swiveled as she
flew by, and she waved at each and every one. She even winked at the old one
that only scowled at her. Eventually he would see the world was full of wonders
and hope.

Brielle made her way
into the home. She gave a bow to Queen Brook who was rocking Adara back and
forth. “I’ll play with her,” she offered. Brielle would do anything to spend
more time with the child. She placed a hand against her own empty womb but
didn’t frown. She kept that smile on her lips and took Adara into her arms. The
child was getting heavy. Adara cooed and began to play with the strands of
Brielle’s silky blonde hair.

“Thank you!” Brook said.
She smiled and walked out of the room toward the war room. At least that’s what
they dubbed that place with charts and plans for the next attack.

Brielle held Adara
close, inhaling that lovely baby smell and kissing the child’s cheek. She spun
around slowly and Adara laughed. “Such a pretty girl.” Brielle fluttered her
wings and Adara watched amazed. When Brielle lifted them off the ground and
hovered in the air, Adara began a serious of contagious laughs that made
Brielle forget all her troubles.

“Brielle.”

The queen was at the
door, a bloody Whisper by her side. “Are you injured?” She held Adara close and
saw Morrigan step into the room, a sword in her hand.

“Brielle, as your queen,
I am ordering you to put my child down.”

Brielle straightened her
spine, confused and slightly insulted. “Of course.” She took her time, taking
care to put Adara on the blanket on the floor and returning her feet to the
ground. “Is there something wrong?”

Brook took long steps to
Adara and grabbed the child up as if she was afraid. That was just a
preposterous thought. Brielle was a healer. She had no use for swords
or...”What’s going on?”

Brook took a few steps
back, and Whisper moved in front of her as if to protect her.

Brielle looked behind
her. No one was there. What was everyone afraid of? “Please, tell me what’s
going on!”

Brook took a long look
at her, and her shoulders slumped down. “We know who the traitor is.”

Brielle gasped. “You
couldn’t possibly think it was me! I was in the palace with the others. I would
never harm my king!”

“No, Brielle. The fairy
that killed the king was your mate.”

Her words seemed to
slow, the word “mate” drawing out for nearly a minute. Her mate? Mord? Mord
couldn’t possibly hurt the king.

“I saw him, Brielle,”
Whisper said. The man that never uttered more than a word looked her in the
eyes and spoke loudly. “He is the traitor. Mord killed our king. Where is he?”
Whisper took a step toward her.

Traitor.
Mord.
The words were foreign to the tongue. Brielle couldn’t speak. She couldn’t
breathe, and she would have sworn all she heard was the crack of her heart
breaking. Brielle let out a wail, a cry so sorrow-filled she couldn’t believe
she had made the sound, and then the world faded away. She vaguely realized she
was falling backwards. There was a thump, and somewhere far away someone was
calling her name. Then there was a shooting pain through her head and
then...then there was nothing.

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Morrigan rushed to the
fairy’s side as the woman fell backward. Her eyes had rolled into the back of
her head, damn it! By the time Morrigan made it to Brielle’s side, the
beautiful fairy was out cold. “I really wish we had done this by the couch.”
Morrigan dropped her sword and felt for a pulse. Yes, there is was, strong and
quick. “She fainted.”

“I can’t believe she’d
be in on this,” Brook said, holding Adara close.

“I don’t think she is.
Did you see her face? She was...heartbroken.” Morrigan felt the back of
Brielle’s head and found a small bump. It was Keyn who came rushing to
Brielle’s side, gathering the fairy up in his arms and bringing her to the
couch. “I don’t think she knew.” Morrigan looked at Whisper who finally put his
sword away.

“Sweep the kingdom for
Mord,” Brook said. Her voice was a combination of gloomy and irate.

“And what of Brielle?”
Whisper asked.

“Morrigan and I will
stay with her.”

Morrigan nodded. She
waited until the men left and moved her forgotten sword to the wall. “What if
she didn’t know? What if she is innocent?”

Brook stared at her. “I
believe she is. And I will not condemn her for her mate’s actions.” Adara
reached out and a reluctant Brook allowed her to reach toward the unmoving
Brielle.

Morrigan wiped a hand
over her face, exhaustion finally catching up to her. “I’m sorry, Brook. I wish
you were wrong about it being a fairy.”

“So do I.” Brook was
unusually stoic and remained so as one by one the fairy warriors returned
without the traitor.

Chapter Nine

Morrigan was in the room
Brook gave her. It was nearly sunset, and a few of the fairies had gone back
out to search for the traitor. Despite their efforts, it seemed Mord had
slipped from their grasp. Brielle had awoken and was in shock. She could barely
speak, let alone threaten the queen and little Adara. Morrigan had personally
brought Brielle to the spare room beside hers and tucked the gorgeous fairy
into bed. She was compliant, quiet, and in moments began to cry. Tears were
followed by more sobbing until Brielle had cried herself to sleep. Then Morrigan
left and returned to her own room. She pulled off all her clothes and sat naked
in the bathtub as it filled with hot water. Her skin tingled and her lids were
hard to keep open. When the tub filled, she turned off the water and leaned
back. All she wanted to do was clean her skin and sleep for a freaking week. Of
course, with breaks for food and sex.

The word made her think
of her dark fairy, and despite all the chaos going on, Morrigan smiled.
Somehow, he managed to wiggle his way under her armor and into her heart.
Wasn’t that a kick in the ass? She liked a dominant man. Morrigan stretched her
legs out and placed her arms on the side of the tub. She eased her legs open
and wiggled her ass against the button of the tub. How is it that despite how utterly
tired she was, her body still wanted action? Her mind was liquefying in her
skull, but her core creamed with each ripple in the water.

Freaking hormones.

Morrigan shifted her
neck from side to side, and when she took a deep breath, the warmth from the
tub mixed with the musky scent of man. Morrigan opened her eye just a slit and
smiled. Whisper was on the balcony. His black wings filling the doorframe, and
his head was lowered, fangs bared.

“I like my mark on you.”
He tilted his head and licked his bottom lip.

Morrigan rubbed the sore
spot on her breast. There were two small puncture wounds. “Me too.” Morrigan
sat up and let her hand drift lower to flick her nipple. It was hardening with
every second in Whisper’s proximity.

“Stand up.” He stepped
into the room. Whisper removed his sword, two daggers, and his boots.

Morrigan pinched her
nipple once more before using the edge of the tub to stand. Water cascaded down
her body to splash into the tub. She carefully stepped onto the wooden floor.
Morrigan kept her legs spread, teasing him as only a woman could. She bit her
bottom lip and rubbed the bite mark.

Whisper pulled off his
chest armor.

Damn, but he was fine.
He had lean muscle from years of fighting. The scars from those trolls were
faded but visible. His abs were tight and there was a line of blue hair that
disappeared into his trousers.

Whisper crooked his
finger and beckoned her to come closer. “Take them off.”

Morrigan ignored the
fact that she was obeying him. It was a mutual want, she told herself as she
walked toward him. There was a breeze from the open doors, cooling her warm
skin. She caught a glimpse of the moon and a few bright stars as she lowered to
her knees. Morrigan grabbed the rim and tugged. Everything came down and pooled
at his ankles. Her dark fairy had a cock to fall in love with. It was the
perfect length to fill her core with impressive girth. His penis was erect,
curving upward and bobbing slightly with each of his heavy breaths. She reached
out and coasted a single finger over his heavy balls.

Whisper looked down at
her, caressing her cheek with his palm. “You handled yourself like a warrior
fairy today.”

“I didn’t kill a single
troll.”

“You held them off. Your
protected the other fairies. Morrigan, you made me so proud.” He smiled. “All I
wanted to do was fly you away from the chaos, get you naked, and get inside
you.”

She looked at the hard
penis and stuck her tongue out for a lick.

Whisper grabbed his cock
and stroked it then placed the tip at her mouth. “Suck.”

Morrigan was a bad girl.
Every order he gave made her want to disobey, but she really wanted to suck his
cock. She opted for plan C. Morrigan laved the tip of his penis with her
tongue, swiping back and forth. Then she pulled his erection into her mouth. He
tasted like fresh water and a hint of some sweet fruit.

“Up.”

She lifted a brow but
got to her feet. Whisper leaned over and kissed the bite mark. He embraced her
close and hauled them off the ground. “Um...where you going?” They flew out the
door and over the balcony. “You do know we’re both naked right?”

“I’m taking you home.”

He flew them toward the
waterfall.

“I thought you lived in
the palace.”

Whisper grinned. “No one
has ever seen my real home.”

She was honored.
Morrigan looked around as they flew directly to the waterfall. They hugged the
rocky wall and slipped behind lush flowing water into what looked like a small
dark hideaway. Whisper let her go. Morrigan reached out, and the water was warm
as it crashed onto her palm.

“This way.”

Where did he live, Neverland?
She followed him through the dark tunnel and past some vines that were shoved
to the side. The little carved out space behind the waterfall turned into a big
cavern that took her by complete surprise. It was big enough to fit several
book shelves, a collection of weapons, two tables and three chairs. There was
even a couch. Four lit candles gave the room a rather bright glow. Morrigan
glanced at the enormous circular feather bed in the middle of the room. Beside
it were three standup mirrors. Oh, he was kinky, was he?

“I find I am
more...comfortable in a cave rather than a normal home.” For the first time
since she met this dark and violent fairy, he fluttered nervously from foot to
foot. “Do you like it?”

Morrigan turned toward
him. The sound of the waterfall echoed lightly, and he closed the vines so that
they had privacy. “Honestly, I do.” She looked around and nodded her head.
Morrigan could see herself spending time here. Maybe add a few lanterns, a
punching bag, and this would work out just fine.

“Good.” Whisper flew to
her side. He placed a kiss on her shoulder and walked to the bed.

Morrigan couldn’t take
her eyes off him. Damn, the man had an ass she could squeeze for hours. “Now
that you’ve stolen me from my bath, naked and vulnerable, just what do you
intend to do with me?” she asked and reached up to knead her breasts.