Free Menage a Fairy (A Fairy Novel) by Anna Keraleigh Page A

was still gasping as she laid her head on his bare chest.
    Nothing.
    She tilted his head back, pinched his nose and placed her lips on his. It took one breath and a sharp pump to his chest for his eyes to pop open. She pulled back as he choked up water. Jayn smiled. Hearing him cough was a beautiful sound. She lay back in the dirt, trying to get her breath back as she looked overhead.
    The sun.
    She’d never been so happy to see that bright orb. There were trees all around them and a warm breeze that gave her skin the goose bumps. Wick silently reached out to grab her hand. Their palms touched, their fingers twined and that’s how the others found them.
     
     

    Chapter Eight
     
    Wick was more than a little confused on recent events. The kisses with Jayn had been explosive and he couldn’t wrap his mind around the fact that Jayn could be his mate. Both she and Annalise seemed to call forth his primal side but which of them was his true mate? Trusting Jayn to get him through that Goddess-awful water was a huge leap, and when his lungs screamed for air, he thought maybe he chose poorly. Then he saw light and everything went black. The next Wick knew, Jayn was leaning over him and her lips were on his. He had the sudden urge to gasp for breath. After releasing the water in his lungs, he laid back and stared at the sky. That was an adventure he didn’t want to repeat. Except for the kissing. That he’d do again in a heartbeat, but what did that mean for him and Annalise? He reached out, grabbed her hand and waited for a sign from the Goddess. She would surely help him with some sort of answer. Moments later there was a joyous scream and the patter of light feet.
    He lifted his head and saw the angelic Annalise. She was trudging through the sand at warp speed trying to get to them. At first, he thought the sight was a cruel illusion but then the golden fairy was swooping down and behind him was Flance. The warrior was never without his fairy mate, Bray, and sure enough, she too soon joined them. He gave them a pathetic wave as Annalise hopped between them. She kissed Jayn on the cheek and hugged him as best she could.
    Her lips moved as if she was speaking but he didn’t hear anything. Wick blinked a few times. He shifted so his wings could expand. They were heavy when wet and felt awkward like that time he fell in a stream covered with snow. His balls had practically disappeared into his body they were so cold. That’s how awkward his wings felt now. Uncomfortable didn’t begin to describe it. Wick shuffled to his hands and knees. Thame was by his side, helping him to stand hunched. He glanced at Jayn. She was struggling to sit up. Her ankle had a pool of blood beneath it. What happened to her? “Home,” Wick said but his voice was low and raspy like he had not spoken for months. Thame nodded. His large arms wrapped around Wick and the ground soon dropped away.
    The air felt amazing. It cooled his skin and began to dry his wings. He was never happier to glance down at the world. The blurry images from beneath the water were scary, and if Jayn hadn’t been there, he never would have gone through with the swim. The forest parted beneath them and he glanced back. The other fairies were in the air carrying his very precious cargo.
    He must have dozed off because when his eyes popped open he was in the palace. Wick was lying on his side, his wings spread and nearly dry. “Jayn?” he called out.
    “She’s okay.” King Carrick was before him. His giant blue wings went wide and fluttered.
    “She’s injured.”
    “And it’s being tended to. How are you, Wick?”
    Wick glanced up at him. Though his heart and mind were flipping out of control, he was physically okay. Kind of. “Well, I’ve got an erection that’s not being tended to...”
    The king chuckled.
    “But other than that, I think I’m in one piece.”
    “There’s the Wick we know and love.” Carrick smiled. “Truly, are you all right?”
    Wick nodded.