Free WingsOfDesire-AriannaSkye by Arianna Skye

wasn’t so dedicated to Hobart and Johnson, she could definitely see herself skipping reality even for a little of this dream world.
    “Onora,” Maeve called.
    A young—wingless—woman appeared from the adjoining room. “Yes, Councilwoman Windsong?”
    “Please make sure the princess is garbed appropriately to meet her future husband. Take her to the dressing room. I would like to speak to Lord Silverwing before presenting the princess.” Future husband? No way in hell—then again, did faeries even believe in hell—was she going to get married. She had more important things to worry about—like Hobart and Johnson and the fact that if she wasn’t tripping, she more than likely would be standing in the unemployment line. However, her crazy story would ensure she’d have no problem getting her wages. “I’m not marrying anyone.”

    She crossed her arms in front of her and raised her chin. All she wanted to do was go home, finish her design proposal and get her promotion. The sooner she woke up from this twisted fairy tale, the sooner she’d be presenting her proofs to the CEO of HelioTropics sunless tanning lotion. And then the deal would be sealed.
    Maeve sighed. “Cerne was right. You are a stubborn woman, but you aren’t tainted. I can feel it.”
    Super. Her secret was out. Apparently she had a neon “VIRGIN” sign hanging from her neck flashing in big pink letters. She’d never even gone down on any guy before Cerne. It amazed her how much he enjoyed her giving him pleasure. Thank goodness for those instructional videos she ordered. She couldn’t wait to do it again. Remembering Cerne thrusting himself to the back of her throat while he spewed his semen caused her pussy to drip and the tiny thatch of hair along her labia to moisten.
    “Princess Rhiannon?” Maeve’s voice broke her thoughts. She snapped her fingers in Rhiannon’s face. A wide, knowing grin swept across the faerie’s face.
    Rhiannon shook her head and blushed. “Oh...umm...sorry. I was daydreaming.” Maeve winked. “I cannot blame you. Cerne is quite an extraordinary—” A tinge of rose flooded her cheeks. “Umm...man.”
    Rhiannon raised an eyebrow in curious wonder. Maeve’s blush could only mean one thing.
    She’d been intimate with Cerne in the past. “Have you and Cerne...” She bit her lip.
    “Umm...slept together?”
    She should be jealous of Maeve, but for some strange unknown reason, the idea of him pleasuring Maeve in similar fashion caused a wave of desire to wash through her. Maybe she could give Rhiannon a few pointers on his likes and dislikes.
    Maeve took Rhiannon in her arms. “Cerne and I grew up together. We’ve shared a lot. But I’m permanently attached to Belenus. He’s my consort.” She shooed Rhiannon away. “Now off you go with Onora. We’ll continue our discussion later and then the lessons will begin.” Lessons? The way Maeve winked made her wonder exactly what sort of lessons she’d be receiving.
    With a sigh, Rhiannon turned and allowed Onora her arm. “Lead the way, Onora.” Entering the dressing room, she turned for one last glimpse of Maeve who flashed Rhiannon a comforting smile, assuring her all would be well. But would it really?

Chapter Five
    Cerne prepared to knock harder, when the door swung open. With a welcoming smile, Maeve stood there wearing a gauzy azure blue gown.
    “Come in.” Maeve motioned him inside. “Your princess is being dressed and will be out shortly.”
    Cerne took in the luxurious chamber. The violet sheer draperies, the high-posted canopy bed, the expanse of alabaster white marble columns. Soon he and Rhiannon would share this room, among other things.
    “Magnificent,” Cerne said, taking in the surroundings. But certainly not as much as he took in his future life-mate. How he wished Beltane was sooner. He could not wait to sink himself into her moist heat, pump his cock in her, hard and fast, and make her come all over him while she screamed his