Free Fairy Unbroken by Anna Keraleigh Page A

balance. Trillian stumbled over
her own feet and made a mad dash for the rough floor. She braced for impact as
air left her lungs but was quickly gathered up by Keyn.
    He arms wrapped around her and her feet were now flat on the
floor. She was ready to apologize, to ignore his quick backpedal at being this
close, and try to find a hole to disappear in. Her confidence was taking all
sorts of shots this week.
    Trillian glanced up. Keyn was looking down. There was something in
the way he stared at her. He slowly uncurled his arms, removing that warm, hard
contact, and Trillian licked her lips. For an instant, their breaths mingled
and she could have sworn he was thinking about kissing her. The way his eyes
glazed over, his lips slightly parted, and that very distinct bulge that now
pressed against her leg were clues. There was a small smile at the knowledge he
was hard for her.
    Keyn broke the trance with speech. “You smell like a Dead-Sparkle
tree.”
    Snap went the lust. “What? I smell like a dead tree?” What
romance! She pulled away.
    “No. Wait, it’s not like that.” He fumbled, grabbing her arm, and
bringing them back face-to-face. “It’s a tree.”
    “Yeah, I kind of got that.” She huffed, fighting down the urge to
go sarcastic on his ass as she heard the soft breaths of a sleeping Cameron
behind them.
    “No. That’s the name of the tree. Dead-Sparkle tree, it smells
wonderful. Musky and sweet.” He took a breath. “It’s a very rare occasion that
you get to see one as they’ve mostly faded from existence in the kingdom, but
they used to fragrance the western breeze with such a lovely smell.”
    “Oh.” Who the hell would name a tree Dead? “Thanks. I think.”
    “I meant it as a compliment.” He fidgeted, biting his lower lip.
    “That was a nice idea.” She tried. After all, he did say she
smelled like something dead. Without thought, she reached up and brushed a piece
of hair from his face, exposing the scar. She went to speak again but felt his
body draw near. A tremble ran down his hard form as it started to press against
hers.
    “It doesn’t bother you?”
    Trillian shook her head. It was a scar. “Some people have them on
the outside, some on the inside hidden away where it’s harder to see them.”
    “I have both.”
    “I’m aware of that.” She leaned forward, hesitated when he pulled
back. Then Trillian gently placed her lips on his. It was the briefest touch, a
caress of silk against her skin all too quick and unsatisfying. Trillian parted
her lips and tried again. Keyn was stiff and still before her. She suckled his
lower lip and swiped her tongue across it.
    “You still with me?” Trillian asked, pulling away slightly.
    Keyn nodded, swallowed hard, and trembled.
    She reached up again and her lips found his easily. They pressed
against his unyielding mouth, slowly, touch by touch easing his lips from a
hard line to a soft, open state. Trillian draped her lips against his, her tongue
slipping out to swipe against his skin before dipping into his mouth.
    He jerked back. Was that shock on his face? His skin broke out in
goose bumps but she just started again. Soft, light kisses followed by a
curious tongue. It was rather sweet and nice. Trillian smiled and slowly pulled
away.
    Keyn suddenly grabbed her arms. His fingers dug into her skin and
he dragged her closer. She was slightly nervous as he pressed their bodies
together. “Keyn?” she said softly but he didn’t answer. His mouth fell onto her
neck, suckling deeply and pulling the skin against his teeth. The rough edge
made her thighs loosen and her heart begin a wild pounding. He walked her
backwards. Trillian felt her back hit the wall and shivered when his body
touched hers. His teeth scraped against her neck, and he grabbed the collar of
her shirt, pulling it.
    There was a loud rip and the shirt hung open, revealing her pink
push-up bra. Trillian gasped. Fear edged her lust as Keyn’s hands went to her
jeans. He