GETTING LUCKY …The door squeaked as it opened a little farther.. Lucky waited, unable to breathe, unwilling to hope. When the stranger strolled through, Lucky’s semi-soft cock hardened in an instant. Desire shot through his veins and into his groin, so sudden and fierce that for a moment, he couldn’t think of anything but the goddess who had just walked into his cottage. Her short yellow sundress clung to every luscious curve, outlining perky breasts and pointy nipples, wide hips, a small waist and firm, long legs that could wrap around a man and milk him to exhaustion. The bright color set off her creamy chocolate-mocha skin, and her brown hair hung in tight curls that dipped to, but barely touched, her bare shoulders. “Wow,” he murmured, watching her as she scanned the inside of his tiny cottage, her gaze skimming over the one-room entry chamber that doubled as kitchen, dining room and living room. Her eyes widened when she caught sight of him, and a slow, sensual smile spread over her features. “This illusion just gets better and better.” Before he could ask what she meant, she strode toward him, a determined, relentless look on her features. She didn’t stop a few inches away, but pressed her lush, curvaceous body against his, wrapped her hand in his hair and tugged until his mouth hovered just within reach of hers. “Just what I’ve always wanted,” she whispered, her breath fanning his mouth. “My own lucky Irish charm.”
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GETTING LUCKY BY LACEY SAVAGE
AMBER QUILL PRESS, LLC http://www.amberquill.com
GETTING LUCKY AN AMBER QUILL PRESS BOOK This book is a work of fiction. All names, characters, locations, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination, or have been used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, locales, or events is entirely coincidental. Amber Quill Press, LLC http://www.amberquill.com All rights reserved. No portion of this book may be transmitted or reproduced in any form, or by any means, without permission in writing from the publisher, with the exception of brief excerpts used for the purposes of review. Copyright © 2005 by Lacey Savage ISBN 1-59279-429-7 Cover Art © 2005 Trace Edward Zaber
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My thanks and appreciation go to the people who made this book possible: Karin Story, Trace Edward Zaber, and as always, my wonderful husband, Peter.
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PROLOGUE Dublin, Ireland, 1899 Lucky O’Rourke stumbled out of O’Malley’s Tavern and pulled his thin coat closer to his body. The cold wind whipped his long hair around his face with the force of a winter snowstorm, though it was only September. He inhaled sharply, the stench of the open sewer stinging his nostrils, then coughed as it traveled down his lungs. He’d been going to O’Malley’s for three years, ever since he began working in the assembly line at the brewery. With few notable exceptions, every day was the same as the last. The whistle blew, he filed out in an unruly line with the rest of his coworkers, then walked the eight blocks to the tavern where he plopped into his usual seat at the back of the room and watched everyone else get drunk. Though Lucky worked in the brewery, the taste of cold ale never appealed to him. Or warm ale, for that matter. Wine did the trick, but Rod O’Malley rarely had anything but beer to offer his patrons, and most didn’t mind. In fact, they preferred it that way. The ale was 1
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comforting, a familiar and welcome distraction from the economic and social turmoil in their lives. May the Lord be merciful, Lucky thought as he walked past a man huddled at the base of St. Patrick’s church. His gaze darted over the smooth steps to settle on a young girl, no more than nine or ten. She ran to him and tugged at his sleeve. “Spare a copper?” she asked, her eyes wide and unblinking. Lucky dug into his coat pocket and pulled out a shilling, which he placed in her outstretched hand. A slight lift of her eyebrows betrayed the surprise on her hardened features, and her fingers closed around the coin. She nodded once before turning on her heel and running up the steps to disappear into the church. Sighing heavily, Lucky tore his gaze away from the door through which she’d disappeared and resumed his walk down the sloping path.. The sun had disappeared over the edge of the horizon long ago, but the street lamps remained unlit. The city council had recently decided the only light the citizens of Dublin were entitled to came from the moon itself. Tonight, a thick cloud covering obscured the silver glow of the moon, and the light that spilled from windows and gathered in soft golden pools on the cobblestones did little to help dispel the long, dark shadows. Lucky quickened his step, swearing loudly as the tip of his worn boot caught the edge of a loose cobblestone. His voice rang in his ears and down the quiet street, the profanity echoing back at him. He almost didn’t hear the scream. Pausing, Lucky cocked his head and strained to listen, the earlier sound still whispering on the wind. Nearby, a cat mewed. And then, he heard it again. It could have been a bird, or the highpitched howl of a pup, but it wasn’t. He recognized it instantly as a woman’s voice. A frightened woman. 2
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He ran, following a second shout that faded just as quickly as the first. This one had been meeker, weaker. Lucky’s heart hammered in his chest. He knew what happened to women who wandered the streets at night. Prostitutes were found murdered on a weekly basis, but such women were now trained to defend their lives against all manner of attacks. Yet every now and then, the bodies found by the cool light of dawn, lying strewn at the side of the road, offered more surprises. The cold, bloodless corpses were more commonly now identified as the mayor’s daughters, wives of city counselors, mothers of brewery workers. “Hold her.” Lucky halted at the sound of the deep voice, and scanned the dark street. The narrow entrance to an alley stood hidden only a few steps away, and he edged his way carefully along the wall. A deep, throaty laugh found its way to Lucky’s ears, and he clenched his teeth, alert for any sound of the woman’s voice. If she was still alive, he might be able to help her. If not… He shifted forward until he could peer into the shadows of the alley. A dense, thorough darkness covered every inch of the back street, as if the passage had been damned to keep out any remnants of light that might threaten to invade the privacy of the space. Two shapes moved upon a third, vague and undistinguishable. The smaller body, which Lucky presumed was the unfortunate woman, writhed under the force of the much stronger men. She jerked and struggled for a brief moment, then collapsed limp against one of the men. No scream escaped her throat a third time, and Lucky feared if he hesitated a moment longer, he’d be too late. And worse, he’d have let it happen. “You there!” he hollered, using the narrow alley to amplify his voice and bounce its echo off the brick walls. “Release her.” Another laugh, this one filled with genuine amusement reached his 3
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ears. One of the men smiled, glistening white teeth piercing the darkness, and moved toward Lucky at lightning speed. The man’s hand closed around his throat and tightened as Lucky felt his feet leave the ground. “Do you want this one, Victor?” “My, a genuine hero.” The second’s man accent was thick and foreign, his voice laden with heavy sarcasm. “Don’t see too many of those these days.” Victor stepped away from the woman, letting her body collapse to the ground at his feet, then stepped closer to Lucky and his companion. “What do you say, hero? Are you ready to die for your gallant efforts?” The air streaming into Lucky’s lungs thinned and threatened to disappear altogether as the second man tightened his grip and shoved his head back against the wall. “Answer him, hero.” Lucky struggled for words, but none formed. His thoughts swam drunkenly through his mind. Gathering his last remaining reserves of strength, he parted his lips and spat at Victor. And missed. A beam of moonlight struggled to escape the confines of a cloud and made its way into the alley, illuminating Victor’s face. Lucky drank in the sight as his eyes adjusted to the sparkle of light. Dark hair and pale skin, angular lines and a sharp jaw formed a strikingly handsome face.. Elegantly beautiful, if not for the cold, lifeless stare. A small smile appeared upon Victor’s red lips. The grin spread wider, and blood dribbled from impossibly sharp teeth, dripping down his pale chin to mingle with the drying stains already on his white shirt. Instinctively, Lucky knew none of it was Victor’s. “I’ll take him then,” the second man said with a malicious leer. “No,” Victor commanded. He didn’t raise his voice. He didn’t need to. Authority rang clear in that one word. “You want him?” 4
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Victor nodded, his blue eyes narrowing. “It is the way of the world. The strong kill the weak.” His companion shrugged. “You’ve drained the woman, and now you want him. I’ll also need to feast before the light of dawn.” Victor’s gaze didn’t waver, and he continued as if the man hadn’t spoken. “Yes, I’ll take him. And turn him.” “Turn him?” The second man’s eyes widened in a gesture of shock, his voice shaking with doubt and barely hidden anger. “You—you can’t!” Victor’s clear gaze bore into Lucky’s, his face betraying nothing. He addressed his companion coolly. “You dare question me?” “N—no, Master.” “Good.” Victor trailed his fingertip along Lucky’s jaw as Lucky struggled to remain conscious in the man’s vise-tight grip. “Let him thirst as we thirst. Let him feel the hunger deep in his soul. Let the judgment fade from his eyes as he becomes one of us.” Never, Lucky wanted to shout. He tried, but his voice wouldn’t obey, letting no more than a strangled sigh escape. “We shall see,” Victor said, his teeth grazing Lucky’s throat. “We shall see.”
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Mountkeyne Woods, Ireland, 2005 From the moment she'd received her Harvard admittance letter, Dara Bright had her future planned out, day by day, minute by minute. Tonight, as she sat cross-legged on the damp forest floor calculating the odds that a spotted mushroom could kill her, she wondered how her perfect plans could have gone so horribly wrong. “It’s all Ami’s fault,” Dara declared to the mushroom, twirling the thick stem between her fingers. She wrinkled her nose, cleared her throat, and in her best imitation of her best friend’s voice, she said, “Come to Ireland with me. We’ll drink, fuck, and drink some more.” Dara sighed. “Well, lemme tell you, the only even remotely alcoholic drink I’ve had since I got here was that awful green beer they shoved down my throat at the Pig ’n’ Barrel Pub. And as for fucking, let’s just say I shouldn’t have left my Pocket Rocket at home.” 6
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She snapped the mushroom in two, tossed the stem, and ran her fingers over the vibrant red vesicles covering the cap. She’d been lost in this godforsaken wood for over six hours. Her throat hoarse from screaming and her stomach rumbling with hunger, Dara had finally given in to her body’s demands. She’d stopped her frantic search for the tour guide and the rest of the group to look for food. Unfortunately, the only plant life that seemed even remotely edible was the innocuous, fleshy fungi growing at the base of an ancient oak. “I don’t suppose you’d come with a warning if you were poisonous, would you?” She flipped the cap over and stared at its velvety underside in the fading twilight angling through the dense canopy. The brown skin parted when she prodded it to reveal a meaty crimson tissue underneath. Dara’s stomach churned and rumbled as she brought the mushroom up to her mouth, the slightly pungent smell reaching her nostrils. What good was Harvard if they didn’t have classes on survival skills, anyway? Not that she would have taken them even if they’d been offered. Five years ago, the only thing that mattered was her degree, and then her career took over as the most important aspect of her life. Damn. No wonder Ami hadn’t had to do much convincing to get her to hop on a plane and head to Ireland. Dara hadn’t had a vacation since she graduated college. “I’d rather eat you than starve to death,” she told the mushroom, leaning her head against the sturdy tree trunk. Resigning herself to an unwelcome fate, she took a bite of the tender cap and cringed, expecting an acrid, bitter or rancid flavor to assail her taste buds. Instead, the mushroom was juicy, soft and sweet in an herbal, natural way. “Not bad.” She took another bite, then another, and as her stomach stopped protesting, she became aware of another sensation coursing through her. Warmth enveloped her, swept through her body at an 7
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alarming speed. Her breasts tingled, her nipples tightened. She arched her back as a jolt of pleasure rushed to her pussy to dampen her panties. Trailing her hand over her stomach to clamp over her sex, Dara moaned and closed her eyes. The heat intensified, thrummed between her legs with an insistent force. She gritted her teeth against the onslaught of lust. Desire streamed from every nerve ending, her nipples budding and straining against her thin sundress. Her entire body trembled and ached for release. Her pussy pulsed. Small, tight muscles clenched within her cunt, demanding attention. Dara groaned and hiked up her dress, letting her fingers splay on top of her soft cotton panties to gently rub her clit. She stroked the length of her slit through the damp fabric, gasping each time she made contact with her sensitive nubbin. Closing her eyes, she pictured a strong, sexy male body crushing hers. Someone dark and dangerous. A creature of the night, a lover who knew how to please and set her body on fire. She thought of the vampire movies she watched nightly until the early hours of the morning, and imagined handsome men in dark capes, hard cocks hovering just out of reach of her needy mouth, her hungry sex. Her motions grew fevered as she rubbed at her clit, soft moans escaping her throat. A faint buzzing sound and a rhythmic whisper breezed past Dara, making her still her caresses. Her cunt throbbed incessantly, needing the release Dara had been so close to achieving. She waited, her breath wrung from her lips. The sound came again, closer this time, clearer. “She’s perfect,” a high-pitched female voice said. “She’s a woman..” Disbelief laced another’s tone. “She’ll have to do,” a third said sharply. Startled, Dara leapt to her feet and whirled around to confront the newcomers. Her body pulsed and thrummed with excitement, but the 8
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thrill had more to do with the unquenchable lust streaming through her pussy than with knowing she was only minutes away from getting out of this blasted forest. There was no one behind her. She rounded the massive oak, but didn’t find anyone there either. Frustrated and confused, Dara leaned against the tree and pressed her legs together, trying to stem the wetness that continued to gather between her thighs. Darkness had thickened around the edges of the forest, making it impossible for Dara to see more than two feet in front of her. “Hello? Is anyone there?” “Of course we’re here,” the first voice said. This time annoyance textured the melodious tone. “You didn’t really expect to be all alone in Mountkeyne Woods, now did you?” Dara spun on her heels and squinted into the shadows. “I can’t see you.” A hard knock on top of her head made her look up, and into a pair of minuscule, beady eyes. Wide, emerald wings fanned a shapely, slender female body, and a mass of blonde hair shimmered down her back.. And aside from being ten inches tall and naked as a stripper at the end of a long night, she looked…well, real. Dara fell back a step, bumping into the solid oak at her back. She shook her head to clear her vision, blinked hard, and when all else failed, fell back on her Catholic school training and crossed herself. Instead of the vision fading into oblivion as any good hallucination should when confronted with signs of the Almighty, this one multiplied. Two other apparitions, a brunette and a redhead, joined the first and advanced toward Dara.. Pointy nipples and perfect porcelain faces stared down at her in disapproval. “Wha—what are you?” Dara murmured. 9
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“The Sidhe,” the blonde said, her frown deepening when Dara didn’t react. “Y’know. Fairies.” The redhead twirled in mid-air and sprinkled something akin to glowing dust over Dara’s head. The soft powder tickled her nostrils and Dara sneezed, hard. “Ewww.” The three tiny women fluttered back a few inches. “Don’t do that again.” “I’m sorry,” Dara murmured. She rubbed her eyes with the tips of her fingers, pressing against the traitorous orbs. This wasn’t real. There were no such things as fairies, or Sidhe, or anything else equally as bizarre. “Didn’t anyone ever teach you not to wander away from a group? Now come with us, before you’re forced to spend the night here.” “What?” The throbbing ache deep in Dara’s pussy hadn’t eased at all, and she squirmed as she pushed away from the tree and stumbled to keep up with the fairies. As weird as this encounter was, at least their wings glowed faintly in the darkness, lighting the way ahead. “No. I mean, yes. “ The blonde fairy shrugged and cast Dara a quick glance over her shoulder. A faint tinkling sound echoed through the forest. “Which is it?” “If you must know, I didn’t wander away. I simply went exploring.” The redhead chuckled, the sound light and silvery. “Without the rest of the group.” “Well, yeah, but I didn’t go far.” The brunette clucked her tongue against her teeth and fell back to hover beside Dara’s ear. “That’s called being stupid. Lesson one. Don’t wander through dark forests at night.” “I got lost this morning!” Dara protested. “There was plenty of light out. How was I supposed to know I wouldn’t be able to find my way back?” 10
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“Because this wood is enchanted,” the blonde said, her wings fluttering just inches away from Dara’s face and fanning the air around her. “And cursed,” the redhead added. Dara eyed their shapely backs and firm asses in turn, resolution building in her chest. “Listen here. None of you are real. There are no such things as fairies, enchantments, or curses.” They halted and turned, three identical amused smiles twitching on flawless faces. “No? And what, in your expert opinion, are we?” “Apparitions. I must have dozed off, or hit my head, or…” Comprehension dawned in a bright flash. “The mushroom! I ate a hallucinogenic mushroom. Aha! I wouldn’t be what I am today without the common sense and intelligence to get myself out of situations like this.” “And what, exactly, are you? Some sort of expert on plant life? Irish flora and fauna?” Dara bristled, her spine straightening. “I,” she said slowly, gesturing around her. “Am a lawyer.” *
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Lucky had always believed a man’s greatest strength was also his greatest weakness. In Lucky’s case, his excessive patience had driven him to the brink of starvation more than once since being turned over a century ago, and threatened to do so again. On the other hand, women seemed to love that particular trait, and the one moaning and writhing beneath his ministrations now was no exception. The fairy lay on her back on a plump black satin pillow, her legs spread wide, her heels close to her ass. She arched her back as Lucky carefully slid the thimble-sized dildo inside her juicy cunt. Her body jolted as he reached up to caress her sensitive clit with the tip of his finger, knowing just how much pressure to apply to drive her over the edge. 11
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A hundred years of practice had given him all the experience he needed. Lucky’s cock grew harder and he sighed, thinking back with longing at everything he gave up to live like a recluse in the middle of the forest. Every few months, he toyed with the idea of going back for a day or two, just long enough to fuck until his balls drained of all that pent-up frustration. But going back meant giving in to Victor and his clan, and he’d decided long ago that he’d rather spend eternity without another pussy wrapped around his cock than throw his lot in with modern vampires who killed for pleasure.. Victor and his companion, whose named Lucky had never bothered to learn, left him in the alley that night, almost completely drained of blood and entirely delirious. He might have died, if not for the fairies. He thought he was hallucinating when they swarmed around him, their wings sending bright sprinkles of light dancing through the night air. Somehow, he’d managed to stand and follow them until he stumbled into an abandoned warehouse just as the first rays of dawn streaked red tendrils of sunlight over the horizon. There, he spent the following week coping with the sudden bloodlust by ridding the city of an unwelcome uprising in the rat population. Eventually, when he’d built up his strength enough to leave Dublin, the fairies once again came to his rescue. They led him here, to a cabin in Mountkeyne Woods, and over the years they’d fallen into a comfortable, if unusual, arrangement. It had taken him decades to bring himself to taste human blood, but he found the gesture came easily. Fangs sank into the sinewy muscles and soft flesh of the throat as if they offered no barrier, and the taste was…divine. Yet Lucky had vowed he’d never become like Victor, and he’d kept that promise. Never had he killed a human, or even drained them of 12
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more than the minimum amount of blood he needed to survive. In the morning, he sent them away, oblivious of the night’s events or the reality of what had taken place inside his small cabin. The fairy moaned, bringing Lucky’s attention back to her needy cunt. Slick with arousal, her creamy skin shone as lamplight spilled over her small body. “More,” she urged, her breathing quick and uneven. “As you wish.” Lucky grinned and pulled the toy out from within her slick folds, then trailed it over her thin, narrow slit, making her shiver. He used his other thumb to circle the outside of her tiny nipple. “Would you hurry up?” another fairy said, hovering close to the pillow. Two others sat on the kitchen counter cross-legged, their eyes sparkling with barely contained lust. “The rest of us are waiting here.” “You can’t rush this sort of thing,” Lucky said, trying to hide a smirk. In truth, he could have let the fairy reach climax hours ago. But as he’d learned over the years, when it came to sex, patience really was a virtue. “What if dinner arrives?” one of the fairies sitting on the counter asked, her gaze never leaving her friend’s glistening pussy. “Dinner hasn’t arrived in months. What makes you think they’ll be successful this time?” “Because you might…stop…this,” the Sidhe trembling on the pillow answered. Lucky laughed, gradually inserting the tiny cock back into her pussy. “You haven’t found me someone to feed on in a very long time, and yet I make sure you leave the cottage satisfied, night after night.” “Why?” The word sounded more like a choked gasp as he fed the entire dildo into her clenching sex. “Because it’s as pleasurable for me as it is for you.” Well, maybe not quite. But in the absence of any other prospects, it was as close to any real 13
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pleasure as he was likely to get. Besides, there was something infinitely rewarding about delivering orgasms on a nightly basis. The fairy pulled her knees up to her chest, giving him total access to her lush, pink quim. Lucky thrust the plastic cock inside her, filling her. She closed her eyes and bit her lower lip, the slightest moan escaping her throat. Her body began to tremble, and this time, Lucky didn’t try to stop it. He plunged the cock in and out of her pussy as the orgasm rippled through her body, tightening her nipples and making her cry out. He left the dildo hovering at the opening to her cunt as her body relaxed, then nudged it slightly to give her another jolt of exquisite delight. Liquid silk spilled from her pussy, staining the fabric with her pleasure. When she rose on her elbows, the other fairies dove for the pillow, all but violently shoving her out of the way. Amid shouts of, “Me next! No, me!” the door swung open. Lucky set the dildo aside and cast a half-interested glance over his shoulder, expecting to see the remaining Sidhe returning in defeat, as they had every night for the past three months. They fluttered through the open door, one by one, and Lucky’s brief hopes fell. “What kind of fairies can’t trick a tourist into being dinner?” he asked, trying to keep the resentment out of his voice and failing miserably. They’d had this discussion hundreds of times and, really, it wasn’t their fault. This was the off-season in a world wrought by terror and fear. Tourists came in small clusters and stayed close to one another, never giving the fairies a chance to approach. Still, naked women, even those under a foot tall, stood a much better chance of convincing an unwary traveler to follow them quietly than a six-foottwo vampire. The door squeaked as it opened a little farther.. Lucky waited, unable to breathe, unwilling to hope. When the stranger strolled through, Lucky’s semi-soft cock 14
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hardened in an instant. Desire shot through his veins and into his groin, so sudden and fierce that for a moment, he couldn’t think of anything but the goddess who had just walked into his cottage. Her short yellow sundress clung to every luscious curve, outlining perky breasts and pointy nipples, wide hips, a small waist and firm, long legs that could wrap around a man and milk him to exhaustion. The bright color set off her creamy chocolate-mocha skin, and her brown hair hung in tight curls that dipped to, but barely touched, her bare shoulders. “Wow,” he murmured, watching her as she scanned the inside of his tiny cottage, her gaze skimming over the one-room entry chamber that doubled as kitchen, dining room and living room. Her eyes widened when she caught sight of him, and a slow, sensual smile spread over her features. “This illusion just gets better and better.” Before he could ask what she meant, she strode toward him, a determined, relentless look on her features. She didn’t stop a few inches away, but pressed her lush, curvaceous body against his, wrapped her hand in his hair and tugged until his mouth hovered just within reach of hers. Lucky’s head reeled with the fragrant, irresistible scent of her body. The sweet aroma of fresh, young blood mingled with the faint traces of expensive perfume and her unmistakable arousal. “Just what I’ve always wanted,” she whispered, her breath fanning his mouth. “My own lucky Irish charm.”
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Hard, hot and sleek, the Irishman’s body pressed against Dara’s, his erection prodding her belly. “That’s very good, though not quite right.” His husky, lightlyaccented voice swept over her, deepening her incessant need. “Lucky O’Rourke.” She couldn’t take her gaze away from his full, luscious lips. “Your name is Lucky?” she asked, watching as his sensual mouth curved into the slightest smile. He nodded, inching his face even closer to hers. No hint of stubble spotted his flawless, pale cheeks. His blond hair shone with a faint red sheen in the lamplight and brushed his shirt collar, utterly disheveled and incredibly sexy in its disarray. Desire rippled through her and burrowed between her legs. “I’m Dara.” “You’re beautiful.” 16
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Behind her, one of the fairies groaned loudly. Lucky glanced over Dara’s shoulder, his eyebrows furrowing. “You’ll have to excuse them. We haven’t had a guest here for a very long time.” “Guest, my ass,” the blonde Sidhe said, slipping between them. Her wings fanned the air around Dara’s face, forcing her to take a step back. The unexpected loss of Lucky’s body heat slammed into her with physical force, and chills fluttered through her body. She yearned to leap atop his naked, sweaty body and impale herself on the sleek, hard cock she’d felt nudging her just moments earlier. Instead, she glanced at the assembled cast of minuscule women. There were more of them here than there had been in the forest, she realized. “You…all live here?” Lucky shrugged. “Not exactly. The Sidhe keep me company at night. During daylight hours, they find someone else to bother.” Despite the harsh words, his tone was light, and he winked as he spoke. “Only because you sleep all day,” the blonde said, crossing her arms over her perky breasts. “If I didn’t know better, I’d think you were jealous,” Lucky said, wagging a finger at the fluttering fairy. “Lusty’s always jealous,” another fairy said. “Lusty?” Dara echoed, unable to hide a smirk. “That’s your real name?” Lusty raised her chin in a gesture of pride and defiance. “What of it?” Dara bit the inside of her cheek to keep from smiling again. “And I’m guessing the rest of you aren’t Sleepy, Sneezy and Doc.” Lucky laughed. “Not quite. That’s Busty,” he said, pointing to a curly-haired fairy. Dara’s gaze flickered over the small woman’s body, noting that her thighs were slick with cream, and her pussy glistened with fresh arousal. “Feisty, Horny, Easy, Sleazy,” he said, pointing to a different fairy in turn. “And Cat.” 17
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“Cat?” Lucky moved around Lusty to stand behind Dara. “Don’t call her Pussy,” he said, his breath caressing her ear. He dipped his head and nibbled at the side of her neck, his teeth grazing her skin just enough to make her gasp. Flicking his tongue over the ache, he soothed the pain with a delicious swipe, and Dara moaned and leaned against him. We’re not in Kansas anymore… Her mind spun as she thought about the events of the last hour. If she’d known the mushroom was going to have such an ethereal, exciting effect, she would have eaten it much sooner. This trip to Ireland was definitely not going to be a complete waste. So what if she’d end up fucking a man that her fevered mind had conjured up? Sex was sex, and she was definitely due for some mindblowing action. Even if none of it was real. She turned to face him, and Lucky’s arm closed around her waist, crushing her to him. He swept his hand under her breast, his thumb barely brushing her flesh. A shiver started low in Dara’s belly and spread, tightening her nipples, hardening them into firm points that speared the thin cotton of her sundress. He grinned at her body’s reaction, a full-fledged smile that revealed pointy, wicked-looking fangs. The throbbing between her legs intensified, thrummed and coated her panties in slick cream. “You’re…you’re—“ “Yours,” he said. Flames of desire flicked through Dara’s body. At that moment, she knew beyond a doubt that all her fantasies were going to come true. Her fevered mind hadn’t only brought into being the man of her dreams, but had created a vampire, a creature she’d always found incredibly arousing. And if the mushroom had the power to do that, then it would also be able to give her the most unforgettable night of her life. Because she wasn’t getting off this high until he’d fucked her, 18
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again and again, and again. When the effects of the hallucinogenic fungi wore off, she wanted to be sore in all the right places. She wanted to feel like she’d been thoroughly, completely ridden, taken in every possible way. And she was going to make sure that was exactly what would happen. She cupped Lucky’s cock through the thick material of his pants. He was hard and thick, and definitely ready for her. Standing on her tip-toes, Dara tangled her hand in his hair and claimed his mouth with a force that both surprised and excited her. He didn’t protest, but kissed her back with the same fierce need she’d shown him, their tongues searching, spearing, tangling in a heat of passion. He scooped her into his arms as if she weighed no more than one of the fairies, and she wrapped her legs around his waist, moaning against his mouth. He tasted like heaven: herbs and wine and mint, even a hint of chocolate. This night was turning out better than anything she could have imagined. She’d created the perfect man, and all she’d had to do was eat one lousy mushroom. Lucky tugged the straps over her shoulders and the dress slipped off her arms to tangle around her waist. Her breasts sprang free, her nipples tightening as a cool breeze swept through an open window and brushed against them. “You’re going to fuck me,” Dara said when she finally broke the kiss. Lucky’s lips were swollen from the force of their passion, and his blue eyes sparked with the kind of lust she hadn’t seen on a man’s face in years. “And more..” The soft Irish lilt of his voice sent a tremor of anticipation through her. Before she could ask him what he meant, he lowered his head and slid his tongue into the cleft between her full breasts. She arched against him, drawing his lips to her straining nipple. His teeth toyed with the aching nub, then his mouth clamped fully upon it, sucking 19
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deeply. Dara feared she’d faint from the rush of pleasure. Sensation speared her from nipple to throbbing pussy. She needed his touch on her clit, his fingers, tongue and cock inside her, in any order he cared to make that happen. He tore at her dress, pushing it lower over her hips, and cupped her ass in his hands. Tugging at his shirt, she released the buttons in a rush, then splayed her hands over his strong, muscled shoulders. Soft, curly hair covered his sinewy chest. Dara swept her hands over his ridged abdomen and beneath the waistband of his pants. “Lucky’s actually going to get some,” one of the fairies said, awe and disbelief clear in her voice. “Nah. She’ll change her mind before this goes any further. They always do.” They? How many women had been through this? Dara shook her head, trying to rid herself of the maddening thought. This was her fantasy. Hers. No other woman had been in Lucky’s arms, because Lucky was nothing but a figment of her imagination. And the fairies…well, they had to be her conscience, or those slutty parts of her personality she kept hidden from the world. “I want this dress off you,” Lucky growled.. His strong, welldefined hands tore at the garment bunched around her waist. She slid down his body, placed her feet back on the ground, and wiggled out of her dress. Wishing she’d thought to wear a thong, she slipped her fingers beneath the waistband of her cotton panties, and pulled them down over her hips. They fell to the floor around her ankles. Lucky sucked in a breath, his gaze glued to her pussy. “Your cock,” she said, trailing the tip of her finger over the hard ridge of his erection, “Is going to be the biggest I’ve ever seen.” He unzipped his pants and tossed them, together with the tight briefs, on the ground beside her panties. “I sincerely hope so.” 20
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Dara’s mouth hung open as she stared at the massive shaft spearing the air, stunned into silence. Then she dropped to her knees. *
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“So hurry it up,” Sleazy said from her spot on the counter. “The rest of us want a turn, too.” Dara ignored the fairy and glanced up at Lucky, her luminous brown eyes wide with desire. Her hands fluttered over his legs, through the coarse hair on his thighs and scraped through the curls atop his pubic bone, avoiding the one area he needed her to touch the most. A growl broke free from deep in his throat. “Either you suck me, or I’m going to be forced to jack off until I spurt all over you. One way or another, you are going to swallow my cum.” So much for patience. She grinned, the tip of her tongue darting between her perfect teeth to swipe at the tip of his cock. Sensation speared through him, tightened his balls. He gripped her hair between clenched fingers, struggling for every ounce of control. Shoving his cock down her throat by force wasn’t the way he wanted her lips wrapped around his hard shaft. She had to want to taste him as much as he yearned to be sucked. “The tables have turned, Lucky,” Busty said, hovering just over his cock. She gave him a cold, haughty smile as her wings fanned his heated knob.. “You don’t like being teased.” “It’s not that,” he protested to a maddening chorus of female giggles. “It’s just that I…” “Need to be in control?” Lusty finished for him. “No.” He bit back a sigh and groped for a better explanation, but none came to mind. He liked being in control, but it wasn’t an overpowering need, like feeding or fucking. So then why did he want nothing more than to shove his cock into Dara’s mouth, whether she was ready for it or not? At that moment, her lips wrapped around the tip of his shaft, her tongue twirling over the slit, and all other thoughts fled from his mind. He gripped her head and pressed her mouth to him, thrusting into her throat. She moaned, but didn’t protest or try to pull back, and he began 22
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plunging into her mouth in earnest. Slurping sounds filled his ears as she began to suck, slowly at first, then faster and deeper. He urged her on with hoarse groans that mingled with her muffled moans, and her tempo increased, her hands gripping his shaft and sliding in tune with his mouth. “Looks like Lucky’s gonna get real lucky,” Easy said, crossing her arms beneath her breasts. Disapproval slithered between each word. Lucky’s cock throbbed with imminent release. He closed his eyes against Easy’s frown and concentrated on Dara’s mouth, on her hands cupping his tight balls. He forced more of his cock into her mouth, felt the tip nudging the back of her throat. He knew he was big, larger maybe than most men. Yet she took him in without protest, gulped his cock with a gluttonous hunger he hadn’t expected. Who was he kidding? He hadn’t dared expect any of this, but since the moment Dara walked through the door, his entire comfortable existence had spun out of control. “Don’t stop,” he said. In answer to his throaty demand, she sucked harder, gripping his ass with both hands and sliding her tongue over the length of his shaft, again and again. Lucky’s cock twitched, and he groaned, unleashing his seed in a furious wave down her throat. He thought she wouldn’t be able to swallow fast enough as the hot milky semen streamed out of him, but she took everything he gave her, sucking fiercely, swallowing every drop without letting any spill from her full lips. When she finished drinking all the fluid he’d stored up over the long dry spell, she licked him clean of cum. Her silky tongue trailed over his sac, down his thighs, then back up to linger at the edge of his ass crack. “What were you thinking, bringing her here?” Sleazy asked Lusty between clenched teeth. “I thought he was hungry.” 23
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Sleazy flew around the room in a fit of fury, then stopped just above Lucky’s left shoulder. “Are you hungry, baby?” Annoyance rippled through him, and he had to remind himself that if it wasn’t for them, Dara wouldn’t be here. “We can talk about whatever’s bothering you later.” “Oooh, I think he’s mad,” Sleazy said, her lower lip jutting out in a full pout. She eyed Dara with evident dislike. “What does she have that we don’t?” Dara stood, gripping Lucky’s still solid cock in her hand. “I want to finish this,” she murmured in his ear. “We’ll talk later,” Lucky said, wagging a finger in Sleazy’s direction. The fairy turned her back, stuck her perky ass high in the air, then fluttered away. “Did she just moon us?” Dara asked, amusement sparkling in her voice. Lucky shrugged, though apprehension nudged at the back of his mind. Dara would be gone in the morning, like all the others. The Sidhe were all he had. He’d have to smooth things over with them before the night was over. But dawn was still a few hours away. His hunger built every time he had a whiff of Dara’s sweet scent, and his cock still pulsed with need. There were many things he had to do before the night was up, and ensuring the fairies were happy hovered at the bottom of his list. He reached down and plunged two fingers in Dara’s cunt. She was so slick, so ready for him. She shuddered, her muscles clenching around his fingers. Lucky leaned in and grazed her smooth throat with his fangs, leaving subtle red streaks on her chocolaty skin. The sight sprung his bloodlust to the surface. He had to have her. Soon. 24
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How Lucky’s cock could still be rock-hard after spurting so much cum down her throat, Dara couldn’t even begin to fathom. None of her former lovers had ever been able to accomplish such a feat. “Fantasy men certainly have their advantages,” she murmured, stroking his shaft. “Fantasy men?” The amused lilt in his voice sent liquid heat rushing to her pussy. Her thighs were coated in her juices, and his fingers continued to impale her in slow, sensuous thrusts. She didn’t want to debate the mechanics of reality with him. Right now, it didn’t matter that he didn’t actually exist. The situation had definite advantages. He was just dangerous enough to leave her breathless, though she knew she was in complete control. An imaginary lover couldn’t hurt her.. Nor could he get her pregnant. Or break her heart. But he could certainly fuck the living daylights out of her. 25
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“Tell me what you want,” Lucky whispered in her ear. She swallowed hard and rocked against his hand, loving the way his thumb stroked her clit in slow, languid circles. “I want you to tie me up,” she said. If this was her fantasy, she was going to play it out, take advantage of every moment she had this gorgeous vampire hunk at her disposal. “Then I want you to fuck me until I come, again, and again, and again.” “Tramp,” one of the fairies muttered under her breath, just loud enough for Dara to hear. Frowning, Dara stilled her motions on Lucky’s hand. Something wasn’t right. Why would the creatures she’d created out of her overheated imagination insult her? They should be worshipping her instead, right along with Lucky. She opened her mouth to protest just as Lucky withdrew his fingers from her heated pussy. She groaned, the absence of his hand on her cunt leaving her with an intense, lustful ache. If she didn’t come soon, she was going to lose her mind. Too late for that. “Out, now.” Lucky growled and bared his teeth, light glinting off the sharp, pointy fangs.. An impossible hush fell over the room. “You don’t mean that,” Lusty said at last. Her emerald wings fluttered rapidly, sending a cool breeze over Dara’s skin. “The hell I don’t. Get out.” The fairies blanched, their creamy skin turning ashen, faces contorting in agony. Dara felt a pang of guilt slam into her stomach. They really cared about him. She was the one intruding here, not them. Stop it. It’s a fantasy. Nothing more. Dara bit her lower lip as she watched the door slam closed behind the group of fairies. Lucky’s face had darkened perceptibly since Lusty’s comment, but as he turned to Dara, his lips curled in a genuine, 26
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sensual smile. “Where were we?” he asked, striding toward her. His cock stood proudly erect, promising the intense, passionate fuck Dara had been craving since she tasted that mushroom. “I think you were about to make my every wish come true,” she said, cupping his testicles, cradling their heavy weight in her hand. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her to him, claiming her lips. She thrust her tongue into his mouth, trailed it over his teeth, felt the sharpness of his fangs. Dangerous. The word came unbidden to her mind and heightened the sensations surging through her body. Yes. Just dangerous enough to be interesting. Whatever that mushroom was, she’d have to find another when she woke up from this dream. She’d bring a dozen home with her, plant them each in its own spot in her backyard, nurture them. Who needed real men when there were fantasy men like Lucky around for the eating? He brushed his hand along her slit just long enough to make her moan and thrust her hips forward, then he stepped back. “Stay,” he commanded, though his tone was gentle. Dara held her breath, watching as he moved around the cottage. He opened drawers, looked underneath the sofa cushions, in the closet, in the kitchen cupboards, and finally turned back to her, annoyance written clearly on his handsome features. “No scarves, no ropes, no handcuffs,” he said, a frown creasing his forehead. Disappointment settled in her stomach. “Oh. That’s okay.” He lifted a hand to silence her, then rushed back to the closet. When he turned back, he held up two belts by their silver buckles. “Will these do?” 27
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Dara grinned. “Nicely.” Utter, wanton passion roared through her, flooding her pussy. She’d mentioned this particular fantasy to her last boyfriend, and he’d looked at her as if she’d asked to be fucked in the ass with a broom. Though he’d tried to hide his disgust, she could see it clearly in his eyes each time they made love. The relationship had only lasted another two weeks, but it had been her last, and that was over a year ago. She lay on the plush green carpet, and Lucky slipped one belt around her ankles, wrapping it securely before gripping her wrists and placing them above her head. The second belt tightened and her pulse raced, the knowledge she was completely at his mercy making her whimper with need. “Fuck me,” she said, squirming as he checked her bonds. He grinned, a dimple making a brief appearance in his cheek. “Not yet.” Dara swallowed past the knot that had formed in her throat. “Please don’t tease me.” “Patience, love.” He brushed the back of his hand over one hard nipple, then tweaked it between thumb and forefinger. She gasped and arched her back. Lucky stood, leaving her line of sight for a moment. Panic gripped Dara’s chest. He didn’t mean to leave her here, tied up like this, did he? What kind of satisfactory ending would that be? He returned a moment later, a washcloth in one hand and a bowl in the other. Setting the bowl on the floor beside her, he dipped the washcloth in water and raised it above her body, squeezing until the liquid flowed over the slope of her breasts and dripped down the sides of her ribs. “Wha—what are you doing?” “Washing you,” he explained, patiently rubbing the cloth over a nipple. The rough, wet texture teased her skin, made the dusky nubbin 28
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stand erect. Lucky switched his attention to the other breast before sliding the fabric over her belly to dip between her folds. “You’re covered in dust.” “I was sitting on the ground for a while.” Another pang of heat rushed to her quim as he parted her pussy lips with one hand while sliding the cloth over her slit with the other. She brought her feet close to her ass and spread her knees, giving him greater access to her needy sex. Lucky’s hand lingered on her cunt, his thumb flicking her clit through the thick material. She teetered on the edge, the orgasm building low in her belly and threatening to spill over as he toyed with her aroused nub. “Let me cum,” she begged, unable to keep the pleading from her voice. He chuckled, then removed his hand and trailed the washcloth over her legs, washed her feet, dipped the wet fabric between each toe. By the time he threw it aside, Dara trembled, every nerve ending in her body aching for his touch, her skin dampened with water and sweat. Intricate shadows danced over Lucky’s face, shrouding his features in darkness and light. His eyes blazed with intensity as he watched her, and Dara squirmed beneath the scrutiny in his gaze. “You’re the most perfect woman I’ve ever seen,” he said, trailing a finger reverently through her slit, then bringing it to his mouth to taste her juices. “Then fuck me, damn you.” He grinned and placed his hands beneath her back, helping her roll onto her stomach. “On your knees..” Dara obeyed, resting her weight on her elbows and outstretched arms. Lucky tapped her ass with his hard cock, and her knees bucked as excitement surged through her. 29
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“In the pussy?” Lucky asked, sliding his cock through her slick folds. “Or ass?” He positioned the head at the tight entrance to her anus and gave a small shove, stretching her opening. Dara groaned, the long awaited orgasm nudging at her core. “You decide.” *
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She was so wet, so ready for him. And she deserved more than to be taken and discarded, tossed aside as a consumed meal. Lucky closed his eyes, his balls clenching in agony as he made the wait intolerable for them both. “I don’t want to hurt you,” he murmured, leaning against her back, his teeth even with the pulsing vein in her smooth throat. “You won’t,” she assured him. “You’re big, but I’m so wet I know I can take you.” Despite himself, he grinned at her eagerness, her need for him. “As you wish.” Gripping Dara’s hips, his fingers digging into her flesh, Lucky thrust the tip of his cock within her dewy folds. The wait had been agonizing, and it took all his self-control to keep from plunging his shaft fully inside her quivering cunt. Instead, he went slow, sliding his length into her in short, sudden pulses, letting her tight sheath accommodate his size. Lucky’s knees dug painfully into the rough carpet as she wiggled and begged, pushing hard against him. When his cock was buried balls-deep in her succulent cunt, Lucky leaned forward and nibbled at a perky earlobe. Her flesh tasted sweeter than he could have imagined, like honey and strawberries. Blood roared just beneath the surface of her skin, sending his senses reeling. He began to thrust inside her, slowly at first, then faster as she urged him on with groans of pleasure, her pussy tightening around his shaft, gripping him in her slick depths. He thrust faster still, his heavy balls slamming against her ass, the sound merging with their groans to create an intense flurry of sexual music. Lucky’s sac tightened as he plunged inside her, filling her with his throbbing need. He trailed his fangs along her skin, from her neck down to her shoulders, leaving raised red scratches where blood sprang up to flow just under the surface of her tender skin, tempting him further. He 31
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couldn’t wait any longer. Fucking her felt incredible, but he needed to taste her, to feel her essence spring down his throat and drown him in the coppery flavor. He reached down and found her clit, rubbed the hard nubbin as his cock gave one last shuddering thrust inside her and he embedded his fangs in the curve of her throat. Dara’s body stilled.. Tremors flowed through her muscles, her pussy clenching his cock and milking him with the force of her orgasm as he drank from her. She screamed. The unmistakable sound of pain mingled with untold pleasure echoed throughout the room. Warm, thick liquid flooded Lucky’s throat as cum spilled out of his cock. His senses reeled, euphoria coursing through every fiber of his being.. Her blood poured over his mouth, down his lips. His semen wet her cunt, flowed down her legs. He didn’t know how long he held her to him, sucking a steady stream of rich blood from her tender flesh. She struggled against him, but her jerky movements didn’t break his grip on her waist, or dislodge his fangs from her throat. Too much.. He finally broke off harshly and stumbled away from Dara, bloodlust dimming his vision, roaring in his ears. She collapsed to the ground, her body trembling in shuddering waves, soft sobs escaping her throat. Lucky wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and willed the overwhelming sensation to pass. “Are you alright?” he asked when he could trust his voice. Dara shook her head. “You bit me.” “I—I had to.” A throbbing ache settled behind his forehead, made his temples pound. She turned her head to stare at him, her wide eyes clouded with a mixture of fear and awe. “You’re real, aren’t you?” 32
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Confusion swept over him, and a moment later, understanding dawned. “You thought I was…what? Part of the enchantment of the forest?” Dara’s lower lip trembled and tears shone in her eyes. “Something like that. I didn’t know. Oh, God. I didn’t know.” They stared at each other for what seemed like an eternity. Sweat dappled Dara’s brow, dripped over her cheeks. The wounds in her neck had already began to heal, the effects of his saliva softening the worst of the damage, but thin trails of drying blood marred her velvety skin. “Untie me,” she said, a glint of steel in her gaze. An emptiness spread through his body at her command, numbing his heart. “Stay.” The word tumbled out of Lucky’s mouth before he had a chance to consider what his request would mean to them both. She’d refuse him, of course. But at that moment, it didn’t matter. He had to at least try to keep her with him, to make her understand that he wasn’t like the others, the members of his species who hunted for sport, killed for pleasure and blamed it all on the thirst for blood. She arched an eyebrow, dug her teeth into her lower lip. “Untie me,” she repeated. He did as she asked, taking his time with the belt buckles. “I was happy until you walked through that door tonight, you know,” he said, trying to keep his tone light. “I didn’t need the complication of a good fuck, a beautiful woman.” He slipped the belt from around her ankles and moved to her wrists before continuing. “And now, every time I blink, the mental image of your round, sexy ass disappearing through that door to never return sears the inside of my eyelids.” “How poetic,” she said, sarcasm lacing her voice. He sighed. This was useless. She’d never understand, never accept him for who he was. What he was. “Stay just a little while longer. 33
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Another night, perhaps.” She rubbed at her wrists as the last belt freed her hands, then rose and picked up her discarded clothing. He watched as she slipped the panties over her long legs and slid into the wrinkled sundress, her eyes emotionless and distant, her movements mechanical. She gripped the doorknob and pulled, unleashing a stream of cool night air into the cottage. The first rays of dawn raked tendrils of pink over the dark sky. “Dara.” She turned and stared at him, her luminous eyes glittering like diamonds against the backdrop of her tawny face. Hope sprang up in his chest for an instant, then she lowered her gaze, her long eyelashes hiding her dark eyes from further scrutiny. “Next time, I’m wishing for a leprechaun with a pot of gold,” she said before disappearing through the heavy, oak-paneled door and slamming it shut behind her.
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Dara gulped deep, agitated breaths of crisp morning air, panic knotting in her throat. Emotions swirled through her as she took stumbling steps forward, the unfamiliar landscape casting long, menacing shadows that pressed in on her from all sides. “There are no such things as vampires.” She repeated the phrase like a mantra, wrapping herself in the comfortable, sane bit of knowledge. The wound on the side of her throat still stung though, the ache serving as a constant reminder that Lucky had been more than just a figment of her imagination. He’d been real. Every glorious inch of him had been real. Those rippling muscles, the perfect flat abs, the thick, engorged cock. The fangs. Dara quelled the image of Lucky’s hands on her, the gentleness in his touch as he washed her dust-covered skin. He’d touched her 35
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carefully, almost reverently, but he’d fucked her with the lust-filled conviction of any man she’d ever known. He’d been rough when she’d wanted him to be, tender and careful when she needed him to be. And then he’d hurt her. Dara glanced behind her at the green-shingled roof of the low cottage, the crimson honeysuckle and white clover enveloping the edges of Lucky’s home. It all looked so peaceful, so serene. How could anything so beautiful hide such a villainous creature inside? That wasn’t fair, and Dara knew it. Lucky hadn’t tried to keep her prisoner when she bolted for the door, or keep her tied down when she’d asked to be released. If he’d intended to kill her, or suck the life right out of her, he could have easily done so. Tears blurred the sight of the cottage and she spun on her heel, a sob catching in her throat. “Where do you think you’re going?” The fairies hovered in a tight huddle of emerald wings and soft whispers, their creamy skin shimmering in the faint glow of dawn. Identical frowns had settled on each of their faces and they eyed her warily, some with hands on hips, others with arms crossed beneath their small, perky breasts. “I’m getting out of here,” Dara announced, searching each pair of slanted eyes for a spark of friendliness, or at the very least, something that didn’t look so much like pure hatred. “Sure,” Cat said, breaking away from the group and fluttering near Dara’s nose. “You’ve come, you’ve fucked, you’ve left.” Dara’s mouth went dry. Lucky let her leave. Why wouldn’t the Sidhe? “I could sue you all for misrepresentation,” she said, gathering up her courage and calling on her lengthy legal training. “Misrepresentation? We told you what we were from the very beginning.” “But you didn’t say where you were taking me. That could be 36
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construed as kidnapping, or at the very least, negligence. And if I charge Lucky, you could all be aiding and abetting in an attempted murder case.” Dara barely caught a brief glimpse of an outstretched tiny palm, no more than a vague distortion of the air, before the impact of the fairy’s slap slammed her cheek. Startled, she stumbled back, but Cat flew toward her, brows furrowed in fury. “Stop babbling your attorney nonsense. No one brought you here to harm you.” The quiet words struck Dara in the pit of her stomach. “How can you say that? You knew he wanted to…to feed!” “And he got much more than he bargained for, didn’t he?” Dara shook her head, curly tendrils sweeping her cheeks. “I don’t know what you mean.” “We heard everything he said to you,” Easy said, flying in wide circles around Dara’s head. “You were eavesdropping?” “We didn’t think he was safe with you,” Cat said, angling her chin up. “Apparently, we were right.” “He wasn’t safe with me?” Dara echoed, her voice shrill in the stillness of the forest. “What could I possibly do to a vampire?” “You could break his heart,” Easy said, her tone even, her eyes only inches away from Dara’s. Dara reeled, unable to comprehend what the fairies were telling her. He’d tasted her flesh. He’d gotten exactly what he wanted. What more could she give him? “I’ve never heard Lucky ask anyone to stay,” Cat murmured. “He values his privacy more than anything, but you…you broke through every barrier he’d ever erected. Whatever you did is going to leave a mark. And we’ll all suffer along with him because of your selfishness.” The knowledge that she could have such an impact on Lucky seared 37
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straight through to Dara’s heart. She’d loved being in his arms, being fucked with the carnal lust that had been more than she’d expected, even from a fantasy lover. Longing stirred in her stomach, deeper than sex, more meaningful than desire. She took two steps around the gathered Sidhe and the clearing began to flicker and fade around her. “One more step, and you’ll be walking away forever,” Cat warned her. Dara thought she heard the faint edge of regret in her voice, but she couldn’t be sure. “You’ll never be able to return.” Dara glanced back at the cottage, wavering on the edge of the threshold to a world that until that night, she’d never known existed. A world full of more potential than she’d ever dreamed. Fairies, vampires, enchanted forests…what else did this magical realm have to offer? A plume of blue smoke billowed through the chimney and glowing sunshine dappled the green roof with dazzling specks of jade. The air around the structure rippled, ready to envelop the last remaining traces of her time in Lucky’s arms in a shimmering gathering of emptiness. She’d go back to L.A., to a life filled with legal briefs, subpoenas, and a soul-rendering loneliness that she knew would never be filled. She couldn’t let that happen. “I’m going back,” Dara announced, striding purposefully through knee high grass. “Not so fast.” The fairies fluttered to hover before her, blocking her sight of the cottage. Dara sucked in a breath between clenched teeth. “Now what?” “If you go to him, he won’t need us anymore.” Cat’s concern shouldn’t have surprised Dara, but it did, and she frowned against the apprehension that had settled in her stomach. “You’ve been with him for a long time. I would never ask you to leave.” Cat raised a skeptical eyebrow. “You wouldn’t?” 38
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Dara shook her head. “Of course not. He’s very fond of each one of you. I can see it in his eyes, hear it in his voice. I wouldn’t take that away from him. Or you.” Relief swept over the fairies’ faces. Dara took a deep breath, then plunged on. “Of course, there are going to be some changes around the cottage..” Cat’s voice trembled, her eyes narrowed to slits of suspicion. “What kind of changes?” “I’m a one man kind of girl. And I expect Lucky to be just as loyal to me as I’m going to be to him.” “So, no more sex.” Cat grew still as she spoke, her small body held rigid and straight. Her creamy, pink-tinged wings ceased their fluttering speed and flapped slowly instead, as if even their motion pained her. “No more sex,” Dara confirmed softly. “At least not with Lucky.” Cat grimaced and flew back to the group of fairies. Silence descended around them as the morning air warmed, the wind sending a soothing breeze to caress Dara’s skin. The fairies didn’t speak, but seemed to ponder the situation individually until Cat stepped forward again. “It had to end sometime,” she said, but the tears welling in her icyblue eyes betrayed her light tone. “You’re welcome to stay with us for as long as you’d like,” Dara said, suddenly eager to reassure the fairy. She didn’t want to hurt any of them. They’d been with Lucky a lot longer than she had. Decades, perhaps? Centuries? The remembered familiarity and warmth in Lucky’s gaze when he glanced upon them sent a small shiver of longing through her. When she’d walked out that morning, he looked at her the same way. Like she meant the world to him. Yet despite the fact that they had Lucky’s feelings in common, she was definitely not willing to share. Besides, living with a vampire was 39
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going to prove a difficult adjustment to make. Some things just weren’t up for debate, and compromising on this issue was out of the question. Cat nodded gracefully, then tilted her face to the sky. Sunlight washed over her alabaster features, giving her a radiant, otherworldly glow. “Take care of him,” she murmured. A knot formed in Dara’s throat, and she nodded, not trusting herself to speak. A moment later, Cat twirled in the morning mist and disappeared through the emerald canopy of the ancient trees.. *
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Sleep enveloped Lucky as it always did, total and overwhelming, a dark cloak that wrapped around his mind and dragged him down into the depths of the abyss for the span of the daylight hours. He didn’t sleep in a coffin like his city brethren. He didn’t need to. The back room of the cottage had been fashioned out of pure brick layers, free of windows and doors to the outside world.. Sunlight couldn’t penetrate the solid barriers unless the house suddenly collapsed around him. And if such a phenomenon did occur, Lucky figured that a flimsy wooden coffin would offer poor protection from his inevitable fate. A distant, melodious sound woke him from the heavy slumber and he rolled over, burying his head in his black satin pillow. Along with the wakeful state, a slew of memories came rushing back to stream before his eyes, all centered on curvy hips, full breasts, sweet blood. He groaned and reached down to cup his balls, his cock already hard. Dara.. He could still taste her flesh on the tip of his tongue. If he closed his eyes, he could see her, bouncy curls tousled around her narrow face, dark eyes shimmering with desire. A high-pitched giggle swam through the lust-filled haze shrouding Lucky’s thoughts. Voices, low and seductive, filtered through the 40
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heavy door leading to his bedroom. The Sidhe had arrived. Lucky had overslept, and although the fairies never intruded into his private sanctuary, he knew they were eager for their usual entertaining encounter. He thought about Dara, her beautiful, full breasts, the way her pussy clamped around his rigid, pulsing cock. She was perfect. And she was gone. Forever. Lucky scrubbed a hand over his face, trying to rid himself of the stunning sense of loss that gripped him every time he thought about her. This was absurd. He’d spent the last century in the companionship of the Sidhe, and they’d always been more than enough. They brought him food, and he gave them pleasure. Often, he’d be aroused enough by their enthusiastic response to stroke his cock until he coated their small bodies in his cum. What more could he want? Dara. Clenching his teeth, Lucky gripped the doorknob and pulled hard, the wood slamming into the wall with a loud bang. Startled shrieks greeted him as he stepped into the large living area, blinking against the golden pool of lamplight spilling over naked bodies. Six naked bodies. Plus one clothed in thin yellow fabric. And just his size. He blinked hard, then rubbed his eyes and blinked again, but Dara didn’t vanish into thin air. Her grin widened as she took in his astonished look. “Your friends let me in,” she said by way of explanation. Lucky glanced from one fairy to another, expecting angry, jealous countenances to combat Dara’s luscious appearance in the middle of his cottage. Instead, the Sidhe positively beamed, genuine smiles and 41
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sparkling eyes flickering in their small, ethereal faces. “I’m not going to pretend I understand any of this,” Lucky said. He crossed the distance to stand only inches away from Dara, then trailed the tip of his finger around one perky nipple, watching as the bud hardened beneath the cotton and his light touch. She shivered and stepped closer, closing the space between them. She looked incredible, her face flushed with desire, her large brown eyes shining into his. Her lower lip jutted out slightly. Unable to control the raging desire pulsing in his groin, Lucky took her chin in his hand, titled her head up and pressed his lips to hers. She moaned and thrust against him as he wrapped his arms around her waist and shoved his tongue inside the sweet warmth of her mouth, swirling it over her teeth, tasting her, inhaling her savory scent. Mine. The thought came unbidden, like a fury of knowledge and fate coming together in a rush of heat to burst into his mind. He broke the embrace abruptly. Unable to abandon the heat of her body, he ground his hips against hers, his erection straining through his briefs and prodding against her belly. Dara’s mouth parted as a soft moan escaped her throat, her lips still gleaming wetly from his kiss. “Alright you two, there’ll be plenty of time for that later,” Easy said, hovering near his shoulder. A laugh bubbled in his throat as he shifted his gaze to the Sidhe, a joy he hadn’t known in decades sweeping through him. He glanced at each fairy in turn, noticing for the first time that there were only six of them. “Where’s Cat?” he asked, scanning the room. Lusty came forward, her small brows furrowed in concern. “She’s gone.” “Gone?” Dara disengaged herself from his embrace. “She found me when I 42
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left the cottage, and stopped me before making a big mistake. And she…she left.” “Has anyone looked for her?” Lucky asked the fairies. Lusty nodded. “We tried all the usual places, but so far, there’s been no sign of her.” “Do you think she could have done anything drastic?” Sleazy asked, her thin voice laced with apprehension. Dara’s eyes widened. “Like what?” “There’s a woman who lives not far from here,” Easy said, her voice barely above a whisper. “Cat’s been asking about her. They say she can do things, wondrous, dangerous things…” “Nonsense,” Busty said, cutting her off. “No one’s been able to find her home, if that’s even true. I suspect someone around here has been making up stories.” “We’ll find her.” Lucky’s tone left no room for argument. “She couldn’t have gone far.” He turned to Dara, still unable to believe she’d returned. Heat shot to his groin. He traced her soft cheek with his fingertip, then the line of her jaw, her full lower lip. She felt real. Solid. Stunning. “Do you still fear me?” His body as rigid as his cock, Lucky held his breath as he waited for her answer. He contemplated telling her that it didn’t matter either way, that he would be glad to fuck her senseless and watch her walk out the door when she was through with him. Except that it did matter. More than anything he’d ever wanted in his hundred years, Lucky wanted Dara with him forever. Waking up in her embrace, being able to embed his fangs in her throat and his cock in her pussy as they both shuddered and exploded in a rush of ecstasy would be sheer, delicious, heaven. A day earlier, he would have lived his entire life without the kind of passionate, all-encompassing love she offered. Now, he couldn’t imagine spending eternity without her. 43
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Dara shook her head, her tight curls brushing the nape of his neck as she leaned against him, sliding the fingers of her free hand under the waistband of his briefs to grip his cock. Her quick, expert strokes brought a sticky bead of pre-cum oozing to the tip of his shaft.. “I told you when I first saw you,” she said, her voice low, a sensual purr rubbing over his skin. “You’re just what I’ve always wanted.” “You’ve always wanted a vampire and his loyal Sidhe entourage?” She gave a low, throaty laugh. “Perhaps, if I’d known adult fairy tales could be so much fun. How did you end up being a sex god to seven fairies, anyway?” “Same way I ended up with you.” He raked his fangs over her throat as his thumb flicked over her clit. “Luck of the Irish.”
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LACEY SAVAGE Lacey Savage began her love affair with romance at an early age. In high school, she checked out steamy romance novels from the public library and would often be found reading them in the middle of class. Lacey still reads more than she cares to admit, and probably more than her husband would like, considering how many books she keeps bringing into the house. Her favorite genres have always been erotica, romance, fantasy, science fiction and mystery, so she tries to incorporate a little of each into her writing. She initially majored in Marketing, then went back to school to major in English Literature. After earning her degrees, she decided to turn her efforts to her true passion: writing. A hopeless romantic, Lacey loves writing about the intimate, sensual side of relationships. She currently resides in Ottawa, Canada, with her loving husband and their mischievous cat. You can learn more about Lacey by visiting her website at www.laceysavage.com and can reach her at
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