Menage a Fairy (A Fairy Novel) Read Free

day she would see him there, green hair ruffled by the wind, wings spread. Annalise walked off into the forest in search of her fairy.
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    Wick was in a mood. He just didn’t feel like going back to happy fairies and their mates. Nor did he want to go home to a quiet and lonely place. He stood beneath the willow tree that led to their secret kingdom. He was on guard again. The sun was overhead, warming the cold earth. Barren branches were sprouting green buds. The brown grass was turning into darker patches of life. Wick inhaled deeply. The air was fresh and aromatic. He stepped from the cool shade and basked in the sunlight. Wearing only a loincloth gave his skin a delicious tan.
    He glanced out over the woods, knowing his presence was a waste of time. Whisper was out there somewhere. If any trolls arrived looking for a fight, that fairy would dispatch them before Wick could lift his sword.
    “I’ll keep watch.”
    Speaking of the blue freak. Wick glanced behind the tree but Whisper shifted further into the shadows.
    “Fine.” He wasn’t about to argue. That was not in his nature. He’d rather make a joke and find a pretty girl to kiss. Wick walked off, not toward the city but those woods. Maybe a stroll would smooth out his increased agitation. Of course, going off by himself in the middle of a war was a great way to be killed. “I’ll walk the perimeter.” There. Strolling but within earshot in case he was needed. Wick placed his hand on the hilt of his sword and made his way around the sunken city. His green wings fluttered and he stretched them as his leg muscles worked.
    The more time he spent with the other fairies, the more alone he felt. Sure, he was happy for them, but a part of him was depressed. Wick loosened his hold on his weapon the farther he got from Whisper, his mind wondering, heart aching, and his gaze shifting. His mate had to be out there. Would she just show up all of a sudden like the king’s mate had? Would she be in peril like Keyn’s mate? Would she find him like Thame’s mate? Hell, he didn’t even care how they met, only that they were together. He was so damn sick of being alone. Sometimes he’d dream about her. She’d be in the shadows, but even that seemed to calm his soul.
    A sound caught his attention, the soft call of a feminine voice. Wick’s breath caught and he held it to listen. Was that a figment of his overactive imagination? Could it truly be her? He was almost afraid to hope. The noise sounded again. It was definitely a woman. He took to the air, his wings beating furiously as he made his way into the woods. The sound came from toward the water. The sea and the salty air tickled his nose as he searched desperately. He prayed to the Goddess this wasn’t just a wild chase that would leave his heart further battered or worse, a trick of his ears or a dastardly attempt of the trolls.
    “Where are you?” the female called.
    The words echoed and he followed. Wick could hardly contain his joy as he fumbled forward and finally caught sight of her. It was most definitely a woman, a sexy brunette with a lithe body made for riding all night long. He landed quietly but the woman quickly turned around. Her beautiful wide eyes went wide.
    “You’re...” Her mouth fumbled open and then closed. “You’re a...well, fuck me. She isn’t crazy!”
    He grinned like a bad boy with naughty images on his mind and then frowned. “Who isn’t crazy?” Was this her? Was this his mate? The woman he’d been searching all his life to find.
    “Annalise,” the woman whispered and pulled a weapon from her waist.
    Wick ignored the weapon, as it didn’t have the sharp point of a sword. How dangerous could the small thing be? The name resonated though. Annalise . Why did that sound so familiar? The memory came screaming at him. She was the girl that was drowning in the water years ago. Wasn’t her name? Annalise? The girl with the haunting green eyes.
    “What did you do with her?”