Tir-nan-Og
Most of Caitrina’s endless life, she performed impossibly difficult tasks at the dictate of the faerie queen with the hope of regaining her royal status. To once again live and play amongst the other faeries in paradise, in Tir-nan-Og, was her heart’s greatest desire.
Dammit, she’d been so close with Laurie and the MacLachlan.
Once they mated, she could move on to the second match of the queen’s three-match challenge. Then the third. Too bad Oonagh interfered.
Caitrina skimmed a hand along the length of a rich velvet curtain. Here she was, ensconced in luxury at the palace within Tir-nan-Og, on the whim of the queen.
But as a prisoner.
At least she was alone. Oonagh had left the palace to meet her consort for merrymaking at a distant faerie pageant. Had the queen not realized Caitrina would plot escape?
Caitrina paced the confines of the chamber, indifferent to its splendor. Lost in thought, she stopped before a crystal table and ran her fingers through the collection of sapphires displayed in a cut glass bowl. Outside, on the veranda, one of Oonagh’s boy toys strutted across the tile to the pool—nude—and dove in. He emerged to his waist a few steps from Caitrina, wet muscles on his packed chest glistening in golden sunlight. Her mind whirled furiously and she settled on a cunning plan.
With a thought, she changed her glamour to that of a veiled harem girl and stepped from the queen’s boudoir, through the curtains, onto the warm tile. She smiled with her eyes to entice the lesser faerie. She wouldn’t think of Douglas while she seduced her prey.
“Gabriel,” she purred.
Desire flashed in her quarry’s green eyes and with feline grace, he leapt from the water. She read his intention to dry himself with a thought and shook her head.
“I like you wet.” Her tone was a husky come-hither invitation.
Gabriel didn’t disappoint. His cock grew into a splendid erection.
Caitrina hesitated. How could she betray Douglas? She had to. Besides, they didn’t really have a relationship. He only thought so because he was human. She needed to use Gabriel and one of his woman to escape.
Before she lost her nerve, she swung her hips in an erotic belly dance, ripping the gauzy, lavender strips of her gossamer garments one by, ever so slowly, one. When the last piece of fabric fell, Gabriel reeled her into his body, lifted her, and carried her to the poolside, chaise lounge.
When his fingers caressed her inner thigh, she pretended he was Douglas.
She couldn’t do this. She stayed his hand.
“Perhaps we could enjoy a threesome.” Caitrina placed a persuasion spell on the words.
His eyes flared. “I will summon Briganna.”
The beautiful lesser faerie, trained to sexually please, appeared beside Gabriel and they both joined Caitrina on the wide chase. With a kiss to each of their lips, Caitrina planted a sleep spell and slipped from the palace using Briganna’s glamour. As much as she wanted to stay in Tir-nan-Og, she couldn’t.
She needed to complete the match quickly, before the queen became aware of her escape. It was essential for Caitrina to find and silence that meddling MacLachlan brownie. Stop him before he exerted more harm.
Cloaked in Scottish glamour, she stilled her mind and sought Munn. She inhaled a deep breath, seeking composure, and sent her feelings into the mortal realm. Where would be the most likely place to find Munn?
When she sensed his whereabouts, she dissolved into tiny particles, moving through the gray mist unseen, through the veil of time and space.
She swept into the MacLachlan stables on the lightest of breezes and slowly coalesced into solid form, appearing in the loft. She found Munn there, perched in the rafters, watching the young lads groom Patrick’s favorite horse.
Munn faced her. He stuttered, his ramblings becoming nonsensical, on and on he blathered, accusing her of every imaginable heinous misdeed.
“Whist, wee man. You shall not reveal anything to anyone.”
The queen wasn’t here to protect him. He spun, ready to escape, but wasn’t fast enough. Caitirna raised her arms over her head in an arc and seized his voice.
Munn attempted to speak. Nothing passed his lips.
No words. No sound.
No anything. His voice was gone.
Caitrina grinned then vanished, heading through time to the future.