Donotgo there, Hiero.
“Well, what're you goin' to do about him?” Enid asked, arching one eyebrow in the shape of a question. Beautiful,troublesome men were my weakness, and Enid knew my type–a little on the wild side, looked good riding bitch on my bike, and liked to be bossed around in bed. This pretty young thing ticked some of the boxes, and despite my own sense of self-preservation, I was curious to know if he might tick them all.
“I’m going to approach him,” I said, tossing my dish towel on the bar top while leaving the particulars deliberately vague. I turned to my cousin Frito. “Meet me out back in five, would you?”
“Careful, cuz,” Frito said ominously. “The fae are a slippery sort.”
I’d never tangled with one myself, and they rarely came into the bar, preferring their high-falutin watering holes down in Emrallt Valley. When the fae did deign to make an appearance, they tended to stick with their own kind, always ordering some complicated cocktail no one had ever heard of before, then turning up their noses at our presumed ignorance. Imperious and cold, I could appreciate their ethereal aesthetic, but none had ever revved my engine.
But this little scoundrel working the floor was something else altogether. He had none of the snobby airs that typified his kind, nor did he seem to find it at all uncouth to be groped and manhandled by two brutes at once. In fact, he seemed to revel in the attention. Pornographic visions of the delicate fae being spit-roasted by the ham-handed ogres flooded my mind.
May the Lord protect me from this troublesome fae.
I crossed myself and kissed the pewter cross slung round my neck, a gift from my beloved monk. Then I strode over to the threesome and tapped each of the ogres on their shoulders. Growling and inebriated, they turned their heavily hooded brows my way. Possibly they were brothers or some such relation. The only obvious distinction between them was that one must have recently broken a tusk because the end of it was jagged and looked sharp.
“May I cut in?” I asked. Knowing that I had the power to ban them for life, the grumbling duo stepped aside. In the ever-shifting halflight of the strobes, I noticed the many intricate tattoos decorating the fae’s body. The silvery shadows, only a shade darker than his skin, seemed to pulsate in time with the music. Some sort of fae sorcery, I presumed.
The fae himself was lost in the heavy downbeat of bass and likely tipsy as well, if judging by the flush of color in his cheeks and the looseness of his limbs. He glanced up and seemed not at all annoyed that I’d replaced his dance partners. A mischievous grin split his handsome face, revealing a row of slightly pointed teeth and a dimple in one cheek. He appraised me with pleasure-drunk lavender eyes and said to me in a voice as smooth as barrel-aged bourbon, “Hey there, stud. I’ve been waiting for you.”
Chapter three
Skylar
The beast of aman who stood before me was like none other I’d seen before. Two deep-set brown eyes framed by long, dark lashes blinked at me with confusion. From there I followed the slope of his nose, slightly snubbed at the end with a thick, gold hoop pierced through his septum. He had a wide mouth and a square jaw that even his short beard couldn’t disguise. The black tank underneath his chainmail vest strained to contain the massive expanse of his chest. I spied a curly thatch of chest hair just below his collarbone and predicted the fur led all the way down to his cock. The bulge in question was impressive, outlined by tight-as-sin black leather pants that flowed down the length of his massive thighs like hot oil.
Did I mention he had horns? Two gleaming white horns protruded from his temples, angled forward as if perpetually ready to charge.Olé!My hands twitched to grab hold of those suckers and ride this beast of a man cowgirl style, butthat would probably be rude, especially considering he was clearly part bull. Absently, I wondered if his cock more closely resembled that of a man or a bovine, and my mouth flooded with saliva thanks to my sudden and intense craving for dick.
“Where have you been all my life, sexy?” I purred in Arcanic, the shared language of the many realms that made up the Arcane Isles. My voice was even deeper than usual thanks to having to shout above the music.
“I’ve been right here waiting for you, sweet thing.” He grabbed hold of my hand and twirled me in time with the beat, then guided my backside into the cradle of his groin. Bass notes throbbed in my veins as we moved, pulsing against my skin like a lover’s heartbeat, the rhythm to which we were all temporarily enslaved.
“You new in town?” he rumbled in my ear, sending a wave of heat and desire to my cock, which was already rebelling against my finely spun gossamer pants.
“Just got in yesterday,” I said.
“Take in any of the sights yet?”
“Only the mountain of a man behind me.” I hoped I was correct in assuming that he was at least part man. I reached my free hand upward to card my fingers through his luscious locks of wavy chestnut hair, dragging a fingertip along the base of one horn and along his ear, then farther down his bearded face. No jewelry, except for the gold ring in his nose and that one would be difficult to remove. My finger met with the corner of his lips, and he turned, drawing my digit into the wet heatof his mouth. I shivered despite the fiery blaze of our bodies. I hoped he wouldn’t make me come right there on the dance floor. These pants took forever to clean.
“You’re a good dancer,” he said as his massive arms reached around to lock me in a proprietary embrace. His bulge was firm against my backside, his breath hot on my neck. He smelled of sweetgrass, leather, and raw male musk, and I decided right then he could have me any which way he wanted. The baser part of me wished to be casually used and discarded, even prayed to the Goddess he might. Turning my head, I whispered my filthy, fantastic desires to him in my native tongue.
“I don’t understand fae,” he said in a deep, growly voice.
“Put me on my knees, stud,” I said again, this time in Arcanic.
“You’re a bit of a cockslut, aren’t you?” he remarked, not sounding at all upset by it.
“Yes, I am.” I shivered at the idea that he might be exactly what I was looking for.
“Come with me,” he commanded. With one hand at the small of my back, just beneath where my wings were folded, he guided me off the dance floor, past the bar and the gorgeous stained-glass windows that paneled the back of the stone building, down a short hallway meant for staff, directly to a door marked Exit. I would suck this stranger’s cock in a back alley, I thought to myself with supreme satisfaction. I hoped my snobby, entitled princeling might even catch wind of itsomehow, that his whoring,unremarkableex had been spied down on his knees behind a seedy borderlands bar, being used as a convenient cum dump for one of its studly patrons.
Once outside in the misty mountain air, my handsome dance partner released me, and without further ado, I dropped to my knees on the hard and unforgiving cobblestones. The bull of a man huffed a loud breath through his nostrils, fogging up the air as he gripped my chin. His dark eyes flared with desire as he forced me to look up at him.
“You’re the sort of fetching that infects a man’s mind,” he said. The sternness in his voice sent ripples of pleasure all the way to my toes as my eyes landed on his behemoth of a cock stretching his tight leather pants, a prodigious mound of flesh that begged to be worshiped by yours truly. I suspected this halfling liked to get down and dirty in bed. Challenge accepted.
“I’ve been accused of a lot of things,” I said to him and licked my lips lewdly. His soulful eyes caught on my mouth, and I parted my lips to give him a glimpse of what was in store for him, should he choose to take advantage. “You can call me names if you’d like,” I tempted while tweaking one of my exposed nipples. “I can be your whore, your cum-sucking slut, your baddest bitch. You can use me however you want, stud, and discard me when you’re finished.”
He blinked, then made a strangled noise at the back of his throat. Shaking his head abruptly, he said, “The fae are said to bewitch their conquests with spells and charms. Is it true?”
