“Fionn's wife,” Reece said, sliding his hand up and under my shirt. His brown eyes sparkled with mischief. “She won't like this … but I sure as shit will.”
Taking hold of my hips, he lifted me up onto the counter, stepped between my thighs, and captured my mouth with his own.
Dis sweet little t'ang was a trap waiting to fuck Ol' Reece. I knew dat and yet, well, I just couldn't help myself. Somethin' old and ancient was living behind dis girl's eyes—whether she knew it or not. Scared the living crap outta me.
But I was going to do this anyway, me.
This girl smelt like ol' magic, this tangy taste that got on the back of my tongue and made me drool like a damn dog. It mixed with da sweet scent of magnolias and dat distinct flavor of a woman that's wet and ready.
“You want me bad, don't you, girl?” I asked her as I stepped between those creamy white thighs. Her skin was soft and warm, her wet panties pressing up against the front of my jeans.
She didn't answer me, cutting off conversation by teasing my lower lip wit' her tongue, encouraging me to take over and guide da kiss. That was okay by me. I lived for dis shit.
Pressing the hardness of my cock against the girl's wetness, I let my right hand move up toward her breast, cupping da tender flesh in my fingers and squeezing until she cried out against my lips. She wiggled her body closer to mine, encouraging me to go hard and fast, fuck her real easy and quick.
But, nah, dat was boring.
Breaking our kiss, I slid her oversized t-shirt up and tossed it aside, examining the human glamour she was wearing like a new outfit. Pretty white skin sparkling in the moonlight, perky ripe breasts, and a full round mouth dat I just had to see wrapped around my cock. Mm. That was a definite. Been a while since I got my cock sucked—that pixie girl woulda bit it right off at da base.
“C'mere, girl,” I said as I stepped back and heard a needy moan slide from her throat. She was like an animal just uncaged, as wild as my Meme down on the dock. An animal. All fae were animals. No, we were worse than animals.
Animals don't kill for fun, no.
My hands dropped to my jeans and flicked open the button, dragging the zipper down nice and slow for effect. She watched the entire exchange with sloe-eyes and partially parted lips. Hungry. Dat's what she looked like, dat girl.
Maybe I shoulda been more scared o' her than the pixie?
“You want me to suck your dick?” she asked, her voice this ragged sexy whisper that I liked far too much. Oh yeah, I was really into dis one. Most interesting woman I'd met in a long fucking time.
“You don't want to?” I asked, freeing the long, hard length of my cock from my jeans. The girl's eyes followed the motion, her throat tightening as she examined me from her place on the counter. After a moment, she slid forward, her bare feet slapping against the tile floor.
Outside, I could hear Meme grunting, keeping all them males outta her turf. She didn't like 'em near the nest.
But in here? It was dead silent; you coulda heard a pin drop. The clubhouse was unusually quiet—Fionn didn't want a lot partying or hang-arounds with the Veil Keeper in residence.
The Veil Keeper.
Well, Ol' Reece be damned … never thought I'd have Le Gardien du Voile suckin' on my dick.
The girl dropped to her knees in front of me, pushed her long dark hair over her shoulder, and wrapped her fingers around the base of my cock. Oh, shit yes. Those long, thin fingers were warm, the grip tight. And the magic … I could feel dat ancient energy prickling across her skin and into mine.
My balls tightened and I swear to fuck, I almost blew it right dere. Barely got started and I was ready to come? Who the hell was dis girl and the fuck was she doin' to me? No dia gnéas I ever met finished so damn quick in his life. Eh, at least I had the magic to get it up again, and again, and again. There was no end for ol' Reece if I didn't wanna be done.
The girl—the Veil Keeper always used to be named Gràinne although there was definitely somethin' different about this one—leaned forward and put her lips against the head of my cock. Her eyes flicked up ta meet mine, making my throat feel tight. A growl rose up from my chest, turned my mouth into a wild scowl.
My fingers curled in her hair, but she reached up and slapped dem away.
Oh, we had a wildcat on our hands.
“Maybe another time,” she whispered, letting her breath play across the wet tip of my dick. I was leaking pre-cum, getting myself ready ta fuck. Between da two of us, we had more than enough wetness to make it work. And we were about to add a whole lot more.
“Whatever you say, bebette,” I growled, just before she slid her mouth over the aching flesh o' my cock. Hot, wet heat enveloped me, lips sliding along da length of my shaft, her tongue cradling the underside as she took more, more, more o' me.
I rested a single palm on her head, but she didn't seem to mind that, sliding back and drawing a long, low groan outta me. I sounded like a goddamn gator, me.
“Fuck, girl, you sure are good at dis for somebody that don't remember their own name.”
She pulled back, breathing hot against the quivering tip of my cock.
“Ciarah O' Rourke,” she said, flicking her tongue in a circle around my shaft that had my hips bucking and my fingers digging into her hair. “My name is Ciarah.”
My lids felt heavy and weighted as she took me onto 'er mouth again, her breathing gettin' faster, harder, moonlight streaming across her long, dark hair. I wanted to see her true form, no glamour, but I also knew dat our glamours were da only things keeping a dangerous surge of magic outta the air.
And those wings … The ragged stumps had been hauntin' me all damn day. Took a special kind of sick to cut off a faerie's wings. And Le Gardien du Voile most of all? I wasn't the only one wondering why a goddess hadn't been able to grow 'em back.
My fingers curled tighter in her hair, pulled her closer. My shaft slid deep into her mouth, but not all da way—Ol' Reece was too long for dat shit—and dat extra bit was fuckin' killin' me. I needed to be buried inside dis girl.
The next time she pulled back, I stepped away, her fingernails trailing along the length of my cock and making me shiver. She sat on da floor on her knees and didn't look a bit less like a goddess for it.
I was a lucky man, me. As soon as the rest o' the world found out the Veil Keeper was back, I wouldn't be da only man fightin' to get her into bed.
Reaching out a hand, I helped her to her feet, hooked my thumbs in the waistband of her panties and dragged them down the smooth lines of her hips and off her feet, pausing to press my mouth to the nest of curls between her thighs. She smelled so damn sweet, I felt like my head was spinning.
I stood back up and lifted her again, putting her right back on da counter where she was before. But this time, there was no fabric standing between us. It was just da hard, slick length of my cock resting against her opening.