Fae's Temptation

Chapter 2

I keep my gaze away from the tWo Fae that still dominate the room, but they still control my thoughts. Images of them both running through my head with passionate intent as I clench my thighs together to dull the ache between them. My teeth bite down on my lip, trying to distract myself from the images but instead forcing more through. Their lips on mine, trailing down my more than needy body.

I'm practically sprinting from the bar, heading towards the back door as I wrap my coat around myself and prepare for the cold. The walk to my apartment is short, only a few blocks but I never look forward to it in the dark. Tomorrow I'd be catching a cab, as walking after midnight was idiotic.

It was only seven currently meaning there would still be people moving about, a safer journey to the homne that I have guarded with quite a few locks. Getting there is the scary part.

The humans abducted by these creatures were never in their homes, or in the safety of a public area.

They stole you from dark alleys, unlit streets with a few tO many blind spots. When we were taught in college to walk in packs, never approach anyone who resembled the Fae, and to never give our names out to strangers we'd known just how serious this was. As humans we aren't told much, just given ways to avoid becoming whatever kind of slave the Fae in every realm would want.

I was aware of the different Courts, where most of them originated and the style in which most of them dressed. Had to keep up to make sure

I never got into a troubling situation with one, and I could tell by both of their clothing that they'd been up to no good.

When I get to the back door of the bar, I take a deep breath, preparing myself for everything beyond it. Keep my head up and my switch blade gripped in my hand. The sound of slow country music still being played, and obnoxious laughter give me one final moment before I'm pushing my way into the cold.

Wind whips around me, the moon rising in the sky as people move swiftly. A busy Wednesday night on this side of the city. Usually the bar didn't start getting packed until

Friday, when college kids and workers needing a night off came in. Now I wonder if I should've stayed, more tips would've meant a night or two off next week which would've been great. Not that I do much outside of work, but it still would've given me an opportunity to clean up my mess of an apartment and get a few meals cooked.

Eventually I reach the small complex at the end of my blo ck, searching through my pocket to find the keys before unlocking my gate and heading to the top floor. The key turns easily in the first lock, then I proceed to the other two. Overkill? Perhaps.

I wasn't risking anything in this city though. A refusal to be a helpless woman who had her life or innocence taken at the hands of some random person, or immnortal. Those two in the bar certainly would not have been the worst to become a slave to, and suddenly the s****l fantasies are once more flooding through me.

My p***y clenching with excitement as I start on the last lock, at the click tpush open my heavy door and prepare to get rid of these sinful thoughts.

One good visit with myself and I would be free of this. I'm needy by the time I've dropped my apron and jacket to the floor, locking my doors and rushing to the bedroom. I peel off each piece of my clothing on the way, and by the time I get to my bed I am only in my thong and bra.

I don't bother turning the lights on, to worried about the liquid fire between my legs: begging to be extinguished.

I'm moaning, eyes closed as I imagine those glowing eyes and rough hands running over every inch of my body. So many things those two could've done to me, had I been stupid enough to offer myself up. I wanted to be their f*****g dinner, and that disgusted me. But I didn't care as I carried myself to edge, my eyes slightly open as I reach my destination. The o****m Wracking through me with cruel intentions as my eyes meet the glowing silver ones that dance with desire.

I'm pulling the blankets over my exposed body, my screams never dying down as he continues his predatory approach. I jerk to the left when I notice the golden-skinned man walking from the corner of my room, neither of themn seems worried about my cries of terror. They're intrigued, eyes meeting every bit of uncovered skin that they can make out, which with their abilities I had no doubt was most of me.

Only the lights streaming through the window show me the figures stalking closer, until both stands close enough to touch my bed. This is howI die? After a hard o****m, the killers those had that pushed me to the edge. What a f****d-up end.

"There there, Little Mortal. No reason to cry." Silver eyes speak calmly, his lips pull into a wide grin when I stop my screeching. His large frame falls onto my bed, on hands and knees, he is torturously slow. I kick at him from beneath the covers, tears streaming down my face as I look desperately for an escape. "Just one lick, that's all I need for right now. You smell so-"

"That's enough, Sylas." The violet-eyed Fae scolds him, a frown taking over his luscious lips before he stops and stays in his place.

Which happens to be inches away from my legs, and though his hands stop roaming his eyes to not. I practically on fire from the attention he gives me. For once feeling desired by someone that wasn't a drunk old man or a desperate college boy.

"I-I don't know what I did, but please don't hurt me..." I'm a p***y, begging for my life like a scared child as they hover above me. Something inside of me doesn't want to see these Fae as threats, as my hands once again ache to move over their bodies.

Dig into their skin and relish in the comfort they'd bring. Sylas, or so he is called, shakes his head at me. Seeming agitated by my begging.

Had they expected me to go down quietly? To not fight them or even beg for my life?

"We aren't here to hurt you, although you should be putting on clothes as we have a little bit of a journey ahead of us. Something comfortable; preferably long-sleeved and high in the neck." My jaw is slacked as I stare at the creature beside my bed, his eyes no longer wanting to meet mine as he looks anywhere but me.

This is a dream, I tell myself. With a deep inhale I close my eyes and lay back. When I open them again there will be no Fae, no sexy men standing around my bed like hungry wolves looking at their lamb. The bar had been a nightmare, and this is no differernt when I wake up- Im being lifted from the comfort of my bed; my hopes are shattered as I feel the warmth of the golden man's chest leaking into me. Once again, I'm focusing on violet eyes, his face so close to mine that if I learned only a few inches forward I could connect with those full lips.

My body is reacting in the most unexpected way as I try to ignore the quickening pulse between my legs. I don't bother to look over as I catch the other Fae moving in the corner of my vision, and I hear him sniffing the air around us.

A hungry growl is released from his throat, the shadows in the room move across Sylas as he moves closer.

When his nose brushes my exposed thigh, I am sure that this is either Heaven or the first step into hell. I'm enjoying it too much, the feel of the two males against my skin at once.

Oh, how I wished they'd been here for something other than my death.

"f*****g delicious." Sylas's tongue darts out, tasting the skin high on my thigh before I'm jerked away from him.

The Fae barely stops himself from falling off the bed before his silver eyes begin blazing, an angry sneer on his perfect face.

"She is ours, do not try to take her from me."

His possessiveness confuses me, and I surprisingly hold tighter to the man whose arm encase me as Id prefer to die in the arms of someone willing to let me put clothes on. At my movement, the Dark Fae seems to become angrier, the tendrils beneath his eyes beginning to appear as they had in the bar.

"You can be near her when you stop acting like a horny little dog."