Part 4

Fayna felt a sharp pain in his ribs as someone kicked him. He moaned unsure which pain he was feeling most. The smell of the dead assaulted his nose making him want to vomit. Opening his eyes he saw the sun first then the strange woman. Her pale green skin and dark brown eyes glared at him intently. “You are not dead!” He tried to laugh except it didn't quite come out right “Sorry to ruin your day” he mumbled dryly before closing his eyes.

Waking later he found himself sheltered. He lifted his head to look round but his body dislike the movement so he lay still. A woman appeared beside him and thrust a bowl in front of him “Drink” she ordered. For the next few moons he slept when she told him and ate when she told him.

Taking a minute to get his bearings Fayna got to his feet and stumbled outside. Looking around he found they were the only two here. He watched as the woman cooked over an open fire “Thank you” the woman looked at him “Why” Fayna moved forward only to find she backed off “For saving my life” The woman shrugged “You were not dead” Fayna laughed, a deep belly lurching laugh that echoed round the forest. The woman put a finger to her lips “Ssh” Sitting by the fire he warmed himself, the Great Mother was turning the season, soon snow would cover the land. “What’s your name?” The woman looked at him suspiciously then answered “Nahele” Smiling he pointed to himself “Fayna” Nahele nodded then went back to work. “Can I help?” She shook her head “You rest” Staying by the fire he watched her work in silence “You don’t talk much” Nahele didn’t answer.

Fayna growing stronger each day helped Nahele work preparing for when the snow came.  The wind howled through the trees, frost scattered across the land peppering everything in its tiny glitter and the sky darkened with the promise of snow, the only colour came from the few winter plants. Fayna found he liked Nahele, maybe a little too much, all his time spent in fields or muddy ditches had had its affect on him, he couldn't remember the last time he saw a woman, he would be in real trouble if he declared his attraction to her. Nahele found that she too was full of thoughts, of Fayna. She would miss the Fae when he left. It was wrong, very wrong, the Teleri do not stay with anyone, not even a mate but she found herself hoping the spring would never come.

The days grew colder and the nights worse. With her tent now covered with thick branches they settled down for the night. Fayna lay unable to sleep; even with the extra hides he was cold. After all this time he should be used to the harsh conditions, when was the last time he slept in a bed with a fire roaring in the corner? Feeling something warm he turned to find Nahele beside him. “Your teeth chatter, you make to much noise” she informed him as she snuggled down and went back to sleep. Fayna felt her warmth spread across him, his limbs no longer ached and his body no longer shivered. ‘Great Mother’ he silently exclaimed as he felt a different kind of warmth reach his groin causing it to harden.

Sorcha sat reading, for eight moons she had not seen Lykaios. He was avoiding her, his reaction to the night they kissed understandable, not every day you kiss someone and get a light show. “So my young Fae, this is where you spend your time!” Cailean sat beside her. “Hiding from my brother?” Sorcha kept her eyes on her book “I have done nothing to hide from” Cailean chuckled “No, so why is Lykaios in such a fowl mood?” Putting her book down she look at him solemnly “He has a lot to accept” Cailean studied her, why were the Fae always so cryptic in their answers, they never made any sense, but then she wasn't Fae, not any more, true she was born one but her illness if that’s what it was had changed her, gave her powers and he felt wisdom beyond her. “I think Lykaios has a serious problem” Sorcha looked up “Which is?” Cailean smiled “You”

Cailean thought, he had plenty to think about. The war ravaging the Realm was bloody and fierce, so close now he could hear the clashing of steal but then Vampires had excellent hearing. Soon it would spill into his province and then he would have to act, he had his clan to think of. Lykaios….he was an excellent soldier, solid and loyal he would defend his home to the last but sometimes, just sometimes he got the feeling he wasn't happy. Vampire was not the easiest creature to be but they had known nothing else, their birth had surprised his kind, put some on the defensive but they obeyed the scrolls, to them it was like the Holy Bible of the mortal world. His brother was the obvious choice as Helmer but he sensed his black moods and fiery temper were the reasons he was not chosen, he on the other hand disliked conflict, he preferred talk rather than war, his was not the only province watching him in such critical times.

Lykaios swooped down and landed outside the tower. Opening the door he found himself standing in front of a naked Sorcha. He froze. “Please close the door, your letting in the cold” Sorcha chastised him politely, if she was embarrassed she didn't show it. Turning he closed the door and stood, the throbbing in his groin told him he should have left, gone out and waited, so why hadn't he? The water splashed as she climbed out of the tub “Instead of standing like a statue pass me the towel” Lykaios cringed, he was sure her voice held amusement, picking the towel up he held it out behind him, afraid to look round. Sorcha dried herself off “Ok you can turn round now” Turning he found her dressed in her night clothes, inwardly he groaned as he saw the silhouette of her body through the thin cloth. “So my Lord to what do I owe the pleasure?” she asked placing her hands on her hips.

Lykaios turned away, the throbbing in his groin now a painful wanton ache “I will come back another time” he growled as he headed for the stairs. The room filled with a soft musical laughter “Running away again, are you so afraid of me?” Lykaios spun round his teeth exposed “I run from no one, especially Fae” his voice deepened with anger. “No, you seem to run from me, why Lykaios, am I that frightening?” Suddenly by her side he snarled “You should be afraid of me” Sorcha stared at him “And what could you do that would frighten me so” He couldn't believe what he was hearing, was she deliberately angering him? He was going to show her just what he was capable of. Pressing himself against her he murmured harshly “Do you really want to find out?” Her hand went to his face, her fingers ran along his lips “Your words in anger do not hide your passion” Her touch only intensified his already aroused body.

Sorcha moaned at the harsh assault on her lips, the tightness of his hold. Lykaios’s eyes changed as desire took over. He wanted her, all of her. His lips moved across hers and down her throat. Pulling at her nightie his blood boiled at the sight of her naked body. Her silverfish skin almost sparkled in the soft light of the room. He explored and tasted every part of her, for now he owned her. Lifting her up he pinned her against the wall, Sorcha squealed as he entered her, her fingers dug into his skin as he pushed through the barrier of virginity, his mouth claimed hers as his hips moved in desperation. His eyes turned darker, almost black with the ferocity of his passion, sharp fangs scrapped across her neck till it found what it wanted. Sorcha’s body arched with pleasure as his teeth broke through her soft skin.

Githa opened his eyes. With another knock on the door he swung his feet to the floor, who was at the door at this time the sun had yet to rise. He stared in shock at the man who stood before him “Father!” Adam swayed slightly but kept his eyes locked on his son “Githa?” the young man nodded. “My how you have grown”


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