The smell of lamb roasting called to her and drew Ariel down the hall like a lodestone. There was only one person she knew of that would be cooking lamb in Castle Flamare and she hadn’t seen him in ages.
Her keen elven ears picked up the sound of chopping from ten feet outside the kitchen and Ari quickened her pace until she stood in the doorway watching its occupant. His actions were poetry in motion, fluid and graceful.
Long legs encased in designer dress pants that had a crease so sharp Ari was sure if she ran her finger down the material she’d come back with a wound. Broad shoulders strained and bunched under what was clearly a silk shirt that had been tailored to fit him and a vest that showed off the trim waist that tapered down into the finest backside she’d ever seen.
He could have been any of the men that lived at court but Ariel knew the mop of light brown curls atop his head belonged to one person and one person only. “Kalen?”
“Who wants to know?” Handsome and oh-so arrogant, Kalen turned his silver blue eyes to Ariel and she felt him assess her physical attributes.
Ari knew what he’d see. Her cousin Valyn had pointed it out to her enough over the years. Long legs, bare to Kalen’s gaze stretched up to end under the hem of a short, light pink dress. Her waist was tiny for one as tall as she was and the full, round breasts that filled out the top of her halter dress would snare his attention.
“Ye don’t remember me, do ye?” Ariel tucked a strand of her long black hair behind her ear and smiled at the handsome man Kalen had turned out to be.
Kalen blinked at her obliquely and returned to his chopping effectively dismissing her. “No. Should I?”
Her naked feet carried Ari further into the kitchen and she leaned her elbows on the top of the butcher block island. A quick glance down showed that her cleavage was prominently on display and she smiled. “I’m sure tha name Scabby Ari comes to mind?”
The chopping sounds ceased before she’d finished her statement. “Sca…That’s you?”
Ariel smiled as he turned around. Kalen’s silver blue eyes fixated on her and she felt the heat of his gaze as it locked on her chest. She watched his pupils dilate and lust register before he blinked and assumed a calm demeanor.
“In tha flesh.”
Gods yeah, I’d say in the flesh. His eyes flicked over her again. “You’ve, um, filled out since I saw you last. When was it? A couple hundred years ago?”
“Yep. Valyn’s five hundred and twenty-fifth birthday.” She twirled a lock of jet hair around her finger. “Tha infamous jousting tournament gone wrong.”
“Infamous? It’s infamous now?” He laughed and shook his head at the memory. “Looks like they healed you right up though. I remember, Val and I warned that you were just a little too small for jousting.” The memory of her falling off the horse and slicing her leg open still made him cringe.
“It did hurt for a while but everything is back where it belongs.” Ari stuck her left leg out and let her fingers graze up the smooth skin of her thigh. “See, good as new.”
Kalen’s eyes darkened as they watched her fingers trailing up the satiny skin. “Perfect.” He said in a low husky voice. Kalen tried to clear his head and turned his mind back to the vegetables he’d been chopping. Between the miles of skin she had on display and the soft Irish lilt of her voice, his willpower was waging a losing battle against the temptress she’d become.
“So where is your cuz? He’s supposed to be meeting me for dinner?” Thoughts of her legs wrapped around his body while he made her scream his name swam around his head. Desperate to get his mind off the track it was on Kalen turned the tap on and stuck his hands beneath it.
The frigid water provided a momentary distraction until she rounded the counter. Ariel leaned across the front of him and snagged a piece of the red pepper he’d been chopping.
“Oops. Sorry.” Every inch of Kalen’s anatomy went on high alert. “Val? He’s in his study.”
The soft, full rounds of Ariel’s breasts brushed his arm as she pulled back with her prize. He watched as the bright red pepper disappeared behind her lush, pink lips and stifled a groan.
“Does he know you’re parading around the castle half naked?”
“Mhmm.” Ariel finished chewing and hopped up to sit on the counter next to him. “He’s tha one who sent me down here.”
The sweet scent of cotton candy filled his senses and Kalen turned off the taps. His attempt to keep his hands off his best friend’s cousin spiraled down the drain along with the water. He stepped back from the counter and took a deep, not-so-steady breath. He wanted to touch her, needed to see if her skin was as soft as it looked. Gods, I’m losing my mind. She’s Valyn’s baby cousin. She’s…
Ariel slid a long, tanned leg around his waist and hauled Kalen between her thighs. “Stop fighting Kalen.” Her fingers crept up the thin silk of the vest he wore and Kalen sucked in a breath as she began undoing buttons. “I’ve been waiting for me chance ta get ye alone.”
“Fuck…me.” He groaned and dug his hands into her thick, obsidian curls as his mouth crashed down on Ariel’s. The heat of the pepper she’d eaten heightened the natural sweetness of her mouth as their tongues dueled and their lips melded together.
Her ankles locked behind Kalen’s back, “Working on it.”
She pushed the vest off his shoulders and forced Kalen to let go of her hair as it slid down his arms. He shook the garment off and growled as her fingers bunched in the front of his shirt and ripped it open. Buttons pinged off in every direction, skittered across the floor and clattered around inside the sink.
“I’ve been waiting ta get me mouth on ye.” Ariel’s tongue darted out and Kalen watched, fixated, as the bubble gum pink tip flicked over his left nipple.
Kalen slid his hands down the smooth, muscular length of Ariel’s thighs and groaned when he found her bare beneath the pink silk dress. His fingers dug into the soft flesh of her ass and pulled her against the hard ridge of his erection.
“One of us has too many clothes on.”
Her fingers pulled Kalen’s belt free of the buckle and set to work on the fly of his pants. “Ye do. Definitely.”
“Yes. Gods….me.” His erection sprang free and cool air brushed the back of it seconds before Ariel’s hand wrapped around him and scalded him with the heat of her touch.
A small voice at the back of Kalen’s mind, his conscience possibly, told him that if Valyn didn’t kill him for sleeping with his cousin, he’d – at the very least – kill him for doing her on the countertop in the kitchen. The man loved his kitchen almost as much as he loved his cousin.
“We can’t…not here…” He was out of his mind if he thought he could stop touching her but she wasn’t the kind of girl that deserved a quick fuck between the sink and the coffee machine. “A bed. We need, oh gods your hands are magic… We need a bed.”
Ariel’s teeth nipped at the flat disk of Kalen’s right nipple and he groaned. His hips bucked against the firm grip she had on his cock.
“Yer a Fairy, Kal. Shimmer us ta yer room.”
The woman was a genius, and when he could think clearly again he’d tell her. “Hold on.” He groaned as her fingers released him and her thighs pulled him tight against the slippery heat of her core. “Fuck…I need inside of you. Now.”
Kalen shook his head to focus on shimmering them to his room, and more specifically, the king size bed at its center.
Between one heartbeat and the next, their surroundings shifted to that of his moonlit room. He tumbled with Ariel onto the bed and rolled her beneath him in one slick move. The straps of her dress slid from her shoulders and freed her breasts to his hungry gaze.
Each voluptuous mound was topped with a dark pink nipple that begged for him to suck and taste them. His tongue flicked out to sample her before pulling the tip into his mouth. The sweet taste of cotton candy washed over his tongue as he savored her reaction.
“Kalen… Need ye…Oh gods, yes.”
Ariel’s fingers dug into his hair and held Kalen to her. Her hips rocked feverishly against him until he was unable to resist sinking inside of her any longer.
Sitting back on his knees, Kalen peeled off the remnants of his shirt. He slid from the bed and shed the rest of his clothes before rejoining the moaning, writhing beauty on his sheets.
He palmed his weeping erection and stroked it between the glistening pink of her folds. She was bare as an egg and, fuck if it didn’t make him that little bit harder.
Her dress had joined his clothes on the floor at some point. His eyes devoured inch upon inch of her sun-kissed skin from the delicate arch of her neck, the swell of her breasts that heaved with each breath she took and the concave dip of her belly. A tiny diamond pendant that matched those in her ears winked at him from her belly button.
“You want this?” Kalen brushed the tip of his dick against her clit and let out a satisfied groan when she cried out. Her hands gripped fistfuls of the silky sheet beneath her and Ariel tilted her hips for him. “Do you, Ariel? Do you want me inside of you?”
She cried out in frustration and rubbed herself against him. “Yes. Gods, please, yes!”
Kalen guided himself to her entrance and the tip of his cock breached her heat. He brought his hand up to caress Ariel’s cheek and gave her a heated kiss as he pushed inside. His silver blue eyes flew open and looked down into her lust filled dark blue ones as he encountered the one thing he hadn’t expected to find.
“You’re a virgin? Fuck…”
Ariel tilted her hips up and pushed him through the barrier of her virginity until Kalen was fully inside of her.
“I was.” Her long legs wrapped around Kalen’s broad back and held him tight. She pressed her heels into his ass and moaned, the soft pink of her lips wantonly begging him to kiss her. “Don’t stop Kalen. Please?”
Come back on October 6th to meet Valyn, the Elven King and tune in November 3rd to see if Kalen flips out or if Ariel gets what she wants. Things at Castle Flamare are about to get hot, but is it due to flaming tempers or friction between the sheets?
Copyright © 2010 Danielle Gavan and Heather Hughes
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