The gateway only opened for a few seconds but it was long enough to let them escape. I jumped through after the dark-fae, desperate to fuse the two partitions shut before anymore breached the city.
It was my job to guard the entrance; and I had failed. How many had snuck through that breach?
I sniffed the air, scenting for traces of dark magic.
There. Just a hint.
I grabbed my dagger and headed towards the dark-fae.
It took me a little over forty minutes to track him; would’ve took a purebred longer, but I was good. And I was a halfling.
I smelled him before I saw him, all apple and spice; yummy.
I’d known that dark-fae were pretty irresistible, but this one was breathtaking. He was at least 6ft 3in, broad shoulders swathed in a long black coat, shoulder-length brown hair, and piercing green eyes. And those lips. Damn, I felt my lady parts clench at the thought of him.
Molly, get control!
I took a deep breath and edged towards him, blade at the ready in case, dousing him in sleep-dust.
He dropped to the ground of the alleyway in a heap.
Good. I needed him alive.
The dark-fae came around slowly, shaking his head to rouse himself. Even that small action aroused me. He grunted, shook his head again, opening those gorgeous green eyes.
“Morning handsome,” I said.
“Ugh, what happened?” His voice was deep, throaty. I liked it.
I liked him. But I shouldn’t like anything about him. He was the bad guy.
“I’m not a bad guy really,” he said, with a smile.
Huh, I don’t remember saying that out loud.
“You didn’t,” he said, “I can hear your thoughts girl, you’re practically screamin at me.”
“Yeah right. And don’t call me girl!” I admonished.
“Seriously, I’m a reformed character,” he said, completely ignoring my ‘girl’ comment.
I snorted, splashing him with sugar-water.
He screamed, and fought against his bonds.
Good luck, I thought. Those chains were iron.
When he’d got over screaming he glared at me, and I stumbled back as I ‘heard’ him in my head ‘saying’ “Iron? Thanks for that!”
Fae were kind of allergic to iron.
Then the penny dropped; he could hear my thoughts and I could hear his. What the holy f-
“Yep, girl- sorry, Molly. We can hear each other. We’re mates.”
“We’re not even on speaking terms, let alone mates you idiot! And why would that mean – oh!”
Oh, crap, double crap, he meant mates as in life-mates, lovers, shag buddies.
“Oh you’re so romantic,” he said, “can’t wait to get you into bed! That’ll be fun.”
“You should be so lucky!” I snarled, offended despite the fact I so had no intention of sleeping with him.
“Really?” he asked, looking me up and down.
And I gulped.
Okay, he was hot. Very hot. And I had to admit I found him attractive; annoying as hell, but still, attractive. But there was no way –
“Even if it closes the gate?” he asked, almost innocently.
Triple crap. There was only one way to fuse the gateway closed, to keep anymore dark-fae escaping, and that was through sex.
I looked at his smouldering green eyes and let out a ragged breath.
It’s a hard job, I thought, but someone has to do it.
“I don’t even know your name,” I whispered, staring at the naked, broad, olive-skinned chest and shoulders that faced me. I mean, literally faced me – he was at least a foot taller.
He’d stripped off in just a couple of swift moves and I was gaping at how delicious he looked. All tanned skin and muscle.
We were stood in front of the graffitied, brick wall, invisible to mundane eyes, both undressed.
“Jared,” he breathed, eyeing me up and down.
I’d stripped before him, brave, but now I felt self-conscious as he drank me in, then moved towards me, predator-like, his tall figure just inches in front of mine.
“Jared,” I said, my tongue suddenly dry.
“Beautiful,” he returned, one strong arm grasping my hips, the other, cradling my neck and reaching down to kiss me.
I forgot everything as he swooped in and his lips took mine, his tongue moving expertly in an intimate dance, stealing my breath away.
The magic rose as he continued to kiss me,
Then the arm grasping my hip was suddenly gone, and I felt warm flesh between us and gasped as his finger plunged deep inside me, finding that sweet spot.
“Oh gods,” I screamed, as his fingers moved inside me, playing with my clitoris, gentle yet eager, alternately building me up towards orgasm then pulling me back down, until it was almost all-consuming.
“For the God’s Sake, Jared,” I whimpered, as his mouth pulled away, finding one erect nipple, then the next, his tongue flicking over the bud, then a flash of light and he was inside me, pushing, slowly at first.
“Molly,” he breathed, lifting me up and shoving my back against the wall that firmed the gateway” “You’re mine.”
I should’ve been offended, but I was too busy spiralling to my first orgasm in years, as he thrust inside me, nuzzling my neck and groaning my name, his movements becoming faster and faster, the tingling and warmth inside me, rippling, then growing until finally, our screams roared out in unison.
The orgasm burst through me, a tidal wave of pleasure and magic offering me the release I needed as I collapsed back into the wall, shuddering through the ecstasy.
I felt him come inside me, a jack knife of pleasure roaring through us both, the magic rushing between us, in us, then into the gateway, fusing the two halves into one while.
Just like us, I thought absently, my head flopping onto his firm shoulders as my whole body sagged.
I felt the gateway close, a million dark souls screaming in frustration as the magic sealed it shut, forever.
Theresa – writing genre fiction since … her last cup of coffee