Free Grizzly by Bonnie Bliss Page A

sex.” He growled against her neck as his finger slipped out and two fingertips rubbed at her swollen clit. With slow, circular movements he caressed her horny nub. Whimpers turned to loud moans, squirming became determined grinds as he took control of her body, now his. Tethur dipped his fingers once more, sliding them deep, penetrating her cunt with such intimacy. Harder and faster they went, her moans getting louder, her body writhing in his lap.
    “Please....”
    Tethur grinned. His hand holding her moved to her neckline. He gripped the dress and pulled, ripping it down, her left breast exposed. Cupping it, he squeezed hard, pressing his hot palm against the pebble-like nipple.
    “Oh, God. Please, Tethur.”
    “Oh. So William has gone, little one. Tell me what you want. Beg for it.”
    “Please, Tethur, I want you, I want it.”
    “Want what? Tell me.” Her nipple found its way between his fingers and he irritated it to the point where she screamed. It rose to a peak, hard and rubbery. “Tell me!”
    “I want you to fuck me. Put your fingers in me. Please, Tethur, make me come, fuck me with your big fingers.”
    Sorscha arched back, her legs widening for him. His fingers pressed against her puffy walls, the grip intense as he fucked her as her lover and her true man.
    “Please fuck me faster. I need you...”
    Stretching her, his fingers fucked her, and her whole body rode them. Her voice echoed in the room and out through the open window. She screamed, sweat dripping from her skin onto his arms and legs. Cold shivers quaked along hot nerves. Skin rose with goose bumps as her muscles tensed and she came hard. His eager fingers slid in her like butter. Slowly he pulled them out. Raising them to his lips, he tasted her.
    A loud growl rumbled from his lips.
    Tethur slowly relaxed his grip and she curled up beside him. He turned and stretched, lying by her.
    “Now sweet one, sweet Sorscha, what do you need to know?” He could see she was tired. The whole last day or two had taken its toll. He stroked her hair and kissed her forehead.
    “Tell me who I am. I need to hear it from you, Tethur,” she asked in a languid tone.
    “You are one of four daughters; your father is Fergus Dubdétach, one of thirteen high kings of Ireland, immortalized in order to protect the wall between the Earth human realm and this one. This realm is known as the grey lands and is an endless place, home to the creatures of myth and legend. Once forgotten, they came here and built a wall to stop intruders from following.”
    “So my father. Tell me more. Where is he, when will I meet him and more importantly, why did he send me away?”
    “Your father is one of the first kings, raised from his slumber by magical power. Along with him twelve others were raised, including myself. Over time creatures from the grey lands ventured to the other side and we the thirteen are promised to either bring them back or hunt them to extinction. It is against the law to cross the wall. Some managed to escape, others were sent to live in the human world to watch the gates and protect the human side. It isn’t always possible to watch everyone and everywhere. The Queen, Cassandra, is a fae, sent to live amongst the humans, protected by Eridus and his kin. You are a fae. Your mother, Queen Shauna, is a fae. She married your father after he saved her and brought her here. Four daughters were born, of which you were the first. You all possess great powers. Each of you are strong in your own right, but put the four of you together and the evil which resides here has reason to fear the future.”
    Tethur kissed her and took a moment before continuing.
    “In their wisdom your parents gave each daughter a chosen king to protect them and become their chosen mate. Each daughter was escorted into the Earth realm, given adoptive parents, each with power to shield them from prying eyes. The chosen king blended in, becoming some sort of family friend or worker, close