Chained Wings

My Side of the Story

---POV Res---

As the chilled night air glided over my skin, I felt my wings falter for a brief moment. I could feel the bruises beneath their base. Even with the healing, I could feel the stinging pain. How am I going to explain this to him? This time it actually wasn’t my fault. That truth was becoming more and more frequent. I cannot stop being a fairy and I’m not giving up my friends. I shouldn’t be bullied for that.

They…they were all I had aside from him….

As the cool air brushed against my now shimmering caramel skin, and the moon began to rise, I checked my jacket pocket, remembering the most important thing for tonight. I sighed in relief, feeling the box’s ridge line emerge from the faded leather fabric. The sky was silent as the last rays of sunlight disappeared behind the labyrinth of clouds high in the sky. I spun around twice letting my hair fly free before landing gently on another balcony across campus. I immediately got down on my knees, spread them as far as my dress allowed and bowed my head.

Remembering my hair was out, I hastily pulled the hair tie off my arm and braided my hair to one side, as instructed. I could feel the cool air on my neck as I silently waited for my master. Already blushing, I bit my lip in anticipation. “Now you and I both know I hate it when you do that.”

“S-sorry.” I released my lip from under my teeth and my cheeks reddened further. I almost turned into a completely different person with him. It’s rather…liberating…. He walked towards me slowly and I could feel his eyes staring heavily at every inch of my curves.

“You listened?” He asked.

“Always.” I said, keeping my eyes downcast.

“Always?” He asked again knowingly.

“Well…when we meet up…yes.” I clarified.

“Mmmhmm.” He responded.

Then I smelled it. Blood. He was drinking while he watched me. He knows I hate that smell, but I guess it’s my punishment for biting my lip. He was probably watching me through the window. Oh, how I crave this man.

I noticed he was looking at me longer than normal this time. Then again, I remembered the bruises…. Oh, please don’t notice. I prayed desperately for him not to notice. Psshhh…. Who am I kidding?! “So this is what Wes and those pixies were referring to this afternoon?” He didn’t give me time to respond, and it didn’t seem like a command. More or less a response to a long-forgotten conversation. Maybe he was talking to himself? He doesn’t talk under his breath often. “Stand. Eyes down.”

“Yes, sir.” I kept my eyes glued to the floor and stood up, fighting my urge to fix my now lifted dress. His hands glided over my hips and I stiffened. His fingers made it under the hem of the red fabric and he pulled, straightening the ensemble in one quick motion.

He let go and made another circle around me and left for his room. I could hear the sink running and the smell of blood slowly disappeared. I took a deep breath and shifted my weight. “Look at me.” He said, but I didn’t hear him come back.

That speed of his must be really helpful. Fairies are fast in the sky, but on land, we don’t differ much from a human. I slowly lifted my head and locked eyes with Faron’s ash-blue orbs. I grinned happily. I hadn’t seen him for three weeks.

To me, he was like what werewolves call a mate. He made my heart swell and my body find peace in the catastrophe that tends to follow me…well…everywhere. For vampires, it’s like an eternal bond of sorts, and the fates decide. It’s not as strong as the wolves. For Fae, it’s chosen, not fated. I chose him after he declared me as his mate and accepted me. It was rather quick, and I didn’t even have time to react when he told me I was his, but nothing told me to stop. I felt like he was right for me. Why question it? “I…I missed you, sir.”

His normal, cold and aloof expression turned into a warm smile once I finished my statement. It’s been a while and since we are keeping our relationship a secret, the only time I have seen him in the last three weeks were for the...misdemeanors I’ve concocted around school before the festival week. During the vacation week, I didn’t see him at all.

Paint ball fight on the football field…flooding the pool room. In my defense, there is already water in there. It is a pool room. But I believe my best one yet was setting off a bull horn during the vacation parting ceremony before the week off. Faron was in the middle of his speech, and I couldn’t help it. Quick conjure spell and the whole auditorium raddled with sound.

Let’s just say, he was a new level of pissed that day, but I know he loves it when I’m…bratty. “I missed you too, sweetheart. Now, please explain to me why you have bruises.”

Sh*t. I knew he would notice, but I hoped he wouldn’t if I put on concealer. Oh well…he has supernatural eyesight…. What can a girl do? He was at least being nice about it, but I know he is pissed. I saw it for just a moment when his eyes darkened. “I was jumped, sir.”

“Why?” Yep. I was right. He was angry. This happens all the time. It drives him mad that he can’t do anything without exposing us. I think that irritates him more than my antics around campus.

I sighed and realized that omitting the truth wouldn’t be an option. “Apparently many of my winged brethren don’t appreciate my supposed childish ways and the company I keep.” I spat through my teeth.

I get that they don’t want me destroying the school…or its students with my pranks, but it makes my blood boil when those around campus have the audacity to tell me who I can have as a friend. Who do they think they are to me? Nothing but a nuisance.

“Reslinda.” Oh sh*t…the full name. He never calls me by my full name. Res, sweetheart, maybe even babe every now and again, but never Reslinda. Great.

I needed to fix this. “D-don’t worry…we will get them back.”

“We?” He said with a bit of humor in his voice.

I sighed in relief and smirked. “Your sister, Lima and I. Faith is already setting everything up. You shouldn’t mess with us unless you want to be…taken care of later. Faith also beat them to a pulp when she found me.”

He chuckled lightly and kissed my cheek. Wait…he wasn’t mad at me? I looked down and shifted my weight. He gently rested the tips of his index and middle finger under my chin and lifted my face to see his eyes again. After we accepted each other, the gentle touch of his skin was like lightning on mine. “I’m not angry. I know you can handle your own. I think that is one of the qualities I favor in you.”

I grinned confidently and I could feel the residual tingle of his touch trickle down my body as his fingers disappeared from my chin. I watched him comb his hand through his jet-black hair as his eyes shifted back to an ash blue instead of the ruby red he was sporting just a moment ago. “However, if I happen to lose my temper on those individuals if I see them again….”

“Again?” I asked curiously.

“Let’s just say Wes decided to bring the remaining conscious beings to me when they scurried off.”

I giggled happily and smiled at his too handsome face. “Thank you, sir.” He didn’t have to say anything. Just by looking at his face, I knew he didn’t believe anything they told him. He may be the one to reprimand us every time we decide to stick it to the man, but he is also fair. If there is no evidence, there is no punishment.

He sighed and shifted his weight. “It is getting a bit challenging hiding my enjoyment of your bratty side in public. It is also getting almost impossible for me to suppress my...protective side in public. I almost sliced his ear off.” He growled.

Now, I knew he didn’t believe him, but I did not see that coming. “Wait, what?!”

After hearing this, I was in complete shock. He smirked and walked up to me, letting his hands graze over my neck again. He leaned in and kissed my chin and neck. Then, he nibbled on my ear. I could feel the goosebumps rising. I thought he was going to do more, but once he realized I was turned on, he pulled away and walked back to his lounge chair. He sat down and leaned forward. “I took care of it, sweetheart. Now, Kneel.” He said, shifting his voice into its dominant tone that I craved.

I walked up to the suede cushion he had custom made for me with soft burgundy and red undertones with rivets on the side. It stood just tall enough so I could be on display for him. “Yes, sir.”

I climbed on top of the cushion, making sure my hips swayed back and forth as I crawled on all fours. I sat on my heels and retracted and suppressed my wings before resting my hands on my thighs and looking down at the floor. “Your back.” I flinched and quickly arched my back, so he had a better view. I do enjoy giving him a sight to see. “Perfect, as per usual.”

I grinned, keeping my eyes pinned to the floor. He didn’t have to say anything. I’m assuming this was also part of my punishment for biting my lip. After he kissed me, my body was…heightened. Now that I can smell his scent of vanilla and a buttered croissant, I was begging for his touch. A short while passed. Maybe thirty minutes, then a small package was placed between my knees.

“Happy Anniversary, sweetie.”