Menage a Fairy (A Fairy Novel) (2 page)

Jayn grinned and backed out of the shower. Clothes rustled as she said, “I know. What’s with the lovey-dovey stuff?” She pulled the door opened and stood there.

There was nothing like Jayn naked. Annalise still couldn’t pull her eyes away from the creamy skin, beautiful plump breasts, and muscles. She had a few scars from being a cop but to Annalise, the woman was Aphrodite of the twenty-first century. “Just thinking.” Annalise reached out and stroked Jayn’s nipple until it hardened.

“Be careful or I’ll hold you down and make you scream, baby. Then you’ll never be able to find this elusive fairy man.” Jayn reached down and stroked her fingers through the small patch of hair between her own legs. “Care to play a bit before you leave?” She winked and stepped into the stall.

Annalise glanced out the porthole. The sun was just starting to crest the horizon. She did have a few minutes to spare. The smile on her face grew and she turned to Jayn. “Quick. I have a lot of ground to cover today.” Annalise dropped to her knees and shifted so she lay on the shower floor. Her nipples hardened as she opened her legs to show off her bare pussy. The skin was pink and she knew it would be as soft as a baby’s bottom.

Jayn gave a hearty, almost evil laugh and quickly got to her knees. She straddled Annalise’s head, giving her a gorgeous view of her landing strip pubic hair and the small petals that led to her wet core.

Annalise parted those lower lips with her fingers and reached out to tickle Jayn’s clit. She only stroked it twice before Jayn’s breath fanned across her thigh. The moment Jayn’s mouth touched her pussy, a moan left her lips. Annalise had come to enjoy these intimate moments. Between them, this was all about a woman’s pleasure and the joys that can come from same-sex intimacy. Jayn’s head lowered between her legs and her tongue outlined Annalise’s clit. Pleasure spiked. Two could play that game. Annalise knocked Jayn’s legs out so that scrumptious pussy was right above her mouth then she had a feast of flesh.

Annalise was panting, ready to scream from Jayn’s attention to her cunt. Annalise’s hips bucked and she spread her legs as wide as they would go. When the orgasm came, it literally swept the oxygen from her lungs. She shuddered and moaned, taken by the sheer overwhelming gratification. When it faded, Annalise grabbed Jayn’s ass, holding her so she couldn’t pull away. Annalise worked her clit as if her life depended on it and tasted the sweet flavor that was Jayn. The tough woman above her cried out and there was a gush of liquid on Annalise’s tongue. After several shudders, Jayn sat up. Annalise reached up and pushed two fingers into Jayn’s moistened hole. She’d come to love and crave Jayn.

“Enough,” Jayn groaned, pulling away to sit on the shower floor.

Annalise followed, spreading Jayn’s thighs and lapping at her lower lips. “You started this.”

“I did not,” she argued between breaths. “You can’t resist my nipples.” Jayn cried out as Annalise’s tongue speared inside her.

Annalise grinned. “True.” Her mouth closed over Jayn’s clit and suckled until another orgasm ravaged her lover’s body. “Beautiful.” Annalise sat up and spread her legs to stroke her satisfied clit.

Jayn nodded, her body being sprayed by the water. “I think I’ll nap right here. When you return, you can just continue where you left off.”

Annalise laughed. She leaned over and found Jayn’s hard nipple. After a few delicate sucks, she pulled away and stood. Though she left her legs open to show off her recently shaved pussy, her thoughts were moving elsewhere.

“Ugh, I know that look.” Jayn sighed and fumbled to her feet. “That, baby, is the ‘fairy’ look.” Jayn smiled, kissed Annalise’s cheek then slipped a finger inside her still wet core. “Can I convince you to stay and play a while longer?”

Despite the very persuading finger that penetrated her body, Annalise shook her head. She reached down, grabbed Jayn’s hand and pulled her wandering fingers out of her hole. “Nope.” Annalise stepped from the shower. She got dressed while Jayn washed in the warm water. Annalise heard the occasional splash and a few tempting moans. “I’ll see you in a few hours.” She glanced back, catching sight of a taut nipple before closing the bathroom door.

The deck revealed a warm spring day. Spring was almost here. The heat was beginning to fume up the windows and Annalise slung her black pack over her shoulder. It took seconds for her to get off the boat and make it to the sandy shore. Once there she glanced at the sky as she always did during every morning of each day. One day she would see him there, green hair ruffled by the wind, wings spread. Annalise walked off into the forest in search of her fairy.

****

Wick was in a mood. He just didn’t feel like going back to happy fairies and their mates. Nor did he want to go home to a quiet and lonely place. He stood beneath the willow tree that led to their secret kingdom. He was on guard again. The sun was overhead, warming the cold earth. Barren branches were sprouting green buds. The brown grass was turning into darker patches of life. Wick inhaled deeply. The air was fresh and aromatic. He stepped from the cool shade and basked in the sunlight. Wearing only a loincloth gave his skin a delicious tan.

He glanced out over the woods, knowing his presence was a waste of time. Whisper was out there somewhere. If any trolls arrived looking for a fight, that fairy would dispatch them before Wick could lift his sword.

“I’ll keep watch.”

Speaking of the blue freak.
Wick glanced behind the tree but Whisper shifted further into the shadows.

“Fine.” He wasn’t about to argue. That was not in his nature. He’d rather make a joke and find a pretty girl to kiss. Wick walked off, not toward the city but those woods. Maybe a stroll would smooth out his increased agitation. Of course, going off by himself in the middle of a war was a great way to be killed. “I’ll walk the perimeter.” There. Strolling but within earshot in case he was needed. Wick placed his hand on the hilt of his sword and made his way around the sunken city. His green wings fluttered and he stretched them as his leg muscles worked.

The more time he spent with the other fairies, the more alone he felt. Sure, he was happy for them, but a part of him was depressed. Wick loosened his hold on his weapon the farther he got from Whisper, his mind wondering, heart aching, and his gaze shifting. His mate had to be out there. Would she just show up all of a sudden like the king’s mate had? Would she be in peril like Keyn’s mate? Would she find him like Thame’s mate? Hell, he didn’t even care how they met, only that they were together. He was so damn sick of being alone. Sometimes he’d dream about her. She’d be in the shadows, but even that seemed to calm his soul.

A sound caught his attention, the soft call of a feminine voice. Wick’s breath caught and he held it to listen. Was that a figment of his overactive imagination? Could it truly be her? He was almost afraid to hope. The noise sounded again. It was definitely a woman. He took to the air, his wings beating furiously as he made his way into the woods. The sound came from toward the water. The sea and the salty air tickled his nose as he searched desperately. He prayed to the Goddess this wasn’t just a wild chase that would leave his heart further battered or worse, a trick of his ears or a dastardly attempt of the trolls.

“Where are you?” the female called.

The words echoed and he followed. Wick could hardly contain his joy as he fumbled forward and finally caught sight of her. It was most definitely a woman, a sexy brunette with a lithe body made for riding all night long. He landed quietly but the woman quickly turned around. Her beautiful wide eyes went wide.

“You’re...” Her mouth fumbled open and then closed. “You’re a...well, fuck me. She isn’t crazy!”

He grinned like a bad boy with naughty images on his mind and then frowned. “Who isn’t crazy?” Was this her? Was this his mate? The woman he’d been searching all his life to find.

“Annalise,” the woman whispered and pulled a weapon from her waist.

Wick ignored the weapon, as it didn’t have the sharp point of a sword. How dangerous could the small thing be? The name resonated though.
Annalise
. Why did that sound so familiar? The memory came screaming at him. She was the girl that was drowning in the water years ago. Wasn’t her name? Annalise? The girl with the haunting green eyes.

“What did you do with her?” The brunette pointed the weapon at him.

“She’s here? In these woods?” Suddenly those dreams made sense, that sweet smile, those green piercing eyes. Was this Annalise his mate? Was that why they met so many years ago?

“Listen, asshole, where is she?”

His heart skipped a beat. “She’s lost in these woods? Why would she go walking alone?” He spread his wings. “Head back that way to the willow tree and wait for me. I will find her.” He would not stop searching.

“For all I know you took her,” she spit out, taking a few steps back.

“You’re very mistrusting.”

“Says the man with wings!” She kept the weapon pointed.

Frankly, he’d done nothing to get this kind of reception. “Fine, do what you will, but I will find the girl.” Wick spread his wings and took to the sky. He was searching for a female he met long ago but his heart yearned for her to be the one. Could this be the moment he’d meet his soul mate?

****

Jayn watched a fucking fairy fly into the sky. Once he was out of range, she lowered her gun and took a giant breath. Did that really just happen? “Annalise!” she screamed again. Where was her girlfriend? She was two hours late and now Jayn found out that fairies were real. Wings, loincloths and muscles, all real and damn did he get her juices flowing. The last time a man got her hot was in high school and she was pretty sure it was just because he looked girlish.

“Where the hell are you?” she called again. Jayn shook her head. Thoughts of this fairy would have to wait, even though he did have the green hair that Annalise always talked about. Hell, this had just taken a turn for the bizarre.

Jayn glanced down at the footprints in the thawing ground. They were the same tread and size as Annalise’s. What she would give to call in backup. Too bad good reception here was as likely as seeing an angel, or should she say, a fairy. She followed the tracks quietly. With all the technology nowadays, how come no one knew they existed? A grown man with wings!

“Annalise, damn it, answer me!” Maybe Jayn had stumbled into some funky mushrooms that were giving her hallucinations. There could be all sorts of hallucinogens in this forest. That fairy looked too much like the one Annalise described. Where was she? Jayn was starting to get really worried about her girlfriend. “Annalise!” she screamed again.

Chapter Two

Annalise closed her eyes. She tried to ignore the fear that raced down her spine. Would her obsession with the green fairy finally get her killed? She thought of Jayn and shuddered. Annalise was not ready to leave this world. She wasn’t ready to leave Jayn. The terror was still there but so was strength. She opened her eyes and shuffled further back, though there was nowhere to go. Annalise sat scrunched on a small ledge below the jagged cliffs and above the raging waves that crashed against the rocks. The sound was stunningly loud. She could barely hear her ragged breath and slamming heart beat. Jayn wasn’t exactly afraid of heights but that sure as hell didn’t help when she looked down. There was no way to swim with that current and the rocks looked rough and would surely cut into her skin. So, here she waited. After yelling for an hour her voice was hoarse and her throat scratchy. The sun was still up and the breeze was warm. Jayn would find her.

It would just take time.

No crazy ideas. All she had to do was wait for rescue. Annalise took another deep breath. She berated herself. The first rule of hiking was watching her step. One little misstep and she tumbled down a hill, hit her head on a tree, and slid down an embankment. Terror had seized her thoughts as the edge of the cliff came right at her. It was sheer luck and the grace of God that her backpack strap caught. She was jerked back toward the rocks and managed to land in this carved out space. It wasn’t really a cave but an indentation made by years of wind erosion. It held her weight and it kept her from falling into that turbulent sea.

She was alive. Now Annalise just had to wait for rescue. She listened closely but couldn’t hear much with the sound of the waves crashing. The sun was bright but a gentle covering of clouds protected her eyes. She glanced out. The horizon was water. The surface shimmered like silk sheets and below her the clear liquid splashed upward. She dug her fingers into the ground, the dirt still cold from winter’s attention.

“Help!” she yelled again, calling out as loud as she could. “Anyone? Please help!” For once, she wished she had Jayn’s big mouth. That woman could wake the dead. Annalise grinned thinking about her, that beautiful smile, the tough attitude and heart of gold. A tear slipped down her cheek and she brushed it away. It was just nerves and fear. She would make it out of this and she sure as hell had learned her lesson. “Please, God, let me get out of this.” Praying wouldn’t hurt. Annalise opened her lips to yell again. She’d scream until her voice was gone.

Her thoughts stopped, her attempt at being rescued silenced by a single sound. Annalise gasped. The noise, the one she played in her head since she was a little girl, was so familiar. The sound of wings, fairy wings, beating. “Help!” she screamed, loud and shrill. Annalise froze as a single tear slid from her eye and crawled down her cheek. She watched, mesmerized as she had been all those years ago.