Free The Ravaged Fairy by Anna Keraleigh Page A

“I’m sorry if...”
    “No.” She bit her lip and sat up as he
did. “It’s just...I don’t...I mean...”
    “Whatever your reason, I will respect it.”
He shifted, his cock so hard he thought it may very well break through the
metal teeth of the zipper and spring free to her gaze. What would she do when
she saw his dick? Would her eyes light up and curiosity fill them? Would she be
timid and let him teach her? Either scenario was food for his fantasies. To his
surprise, she smiled and wrapped her around him in a hug.
    “That was me first...you know...with a
guy.”
    “I will be your only.” His tone was sheer
dominance but he couldn’t hold back. This was his woman. The claim was made. She
only had to accept. Her body shivered against his and her breath teased the
exposed skin on his neck. He was prepared to wrap his mouth against that bared
nipple when the front door opened and a familiar chill swept the room. Company
had once again interrupted.
     
    Breena had never been happier to have
Gran interrupt. She shoved her bra into place. Her shirt down and leapt to her
feet. She didn’t even look back as she helped with the bags in Gran’s arms. “Iníon,
are you feeling well? You look fevered.”
    That would be the word to describe how
she felt. She shook her head and hid her face as she began to put the containers
away. When all was neatly tucked into the cabinets, she slipped into the
bathroom and slid to the floor. Her heart still pounded. Not only did Thame
kiss her, his mouth had been on her nipple and he’d given her an orgasm. It took
her breath away and left her numb with longing when he tugged at her jeans.
Then this overwhelming fear stole her passion. Was she ready to let a man down
there? That was a big step toward womanhood. One she was ashamed to admit she
was afraid to take. She had no idea how she’d react to sex.
    Gran knocked softly on the door. “Did you
ever talk to Mr. Creegan? We have to fix that car.”
    “No Gran, I forgot.” More likely was
distracted by the hot guy that made her debate virginity but she wasn’t yelling
that through the door. “I’ll go now.”
    “Thank you, Iníon!”
    There was the soft patter of feet leading
away from the door. Breena took a deep breath, squared her shoulders and stood.
Dealing with Creegan sounded better than looking into Thame’s eyes. He was sure
to sweep her right off her feet and out of her pants.
    Mr. Creegan lived about half a mile away
in a cottage similar to theirs. His was more cramped thanks to his fertile wife
and the four teenage boys known as the terrors of Inis Mór. They usually kept
their antics for the tourist, so Breena walked angrily down the long dirt path
toward their house. How dare they break Gran’s windows. She was going to give
them a piece of her pissed-off mind. Green grass and rock walls filled her
vision on either side of the house along with a thick tree reaching awkwardly
toward the sea like a mighty hand. She pounded her closed fist on the red door.
    Mr. Creegan was short enough that even
she looked awkwardly down at him. His head sprouted thin gray hair and a thick
black mustache hiding the upper lip of his smile. “Breena! How nice ta see ye.”
    That smile went to his eyes and it was a
complete mystery how he could father four terrible boys. Then again, Emma, his
wife was the size of a female wrestler with a temperament to match. “Hello Mr.
Creegan. How’s Mrs. Creegan and yourself?”
    “Oh, Emma’s just fine.” he shifted and
gestured for her to come in. “We went to Doc Clarid’s a few days ago and found
out we have another one on the way.”
    Oh dear lord, the world cannot handle
another Creegan boy. “Congratulations,” was all she said.
    “She is determined ta have a girl before
either of us turns fifty.”
    He closed the door with small but firm
hands. The soft click made Breena clear her throat in the stifling room. It was
filled with toys, train sets, knitting material, books, three