Claiming the Fae Queen

Claiming the Fae Queen

Ezra stared into the eyes of the innocent infant. Every instinct told him she was the one. He’d been waiting for nearly three hundred years for her; he’d dreamed of those eyes.

Silver. Not gray. No tinges of blue or green. Pure silver. They swirled with intelligence and knowledge. And they stared back at him. In those eyes he could see his very soul.

He bent and kissed the girl-child’s forehead before he growled and handed her to his sister, “Protect her with your life.”

She nodded knowingly, “I swear it.”

He nearly choked on the chilling emptiness he suddenly felt. “Her name,” he took a step backwards, “is to be Calysta.”

Eliza smiled, “Most beautiful one.”

“When will he come?"

Eliza sighed, “When you’re older, Cali.”

“And he’s going to love me forever?”

“Yes.”

Cali grinned, her six-year-old face lighting up like a star in the night sky, “Because I’m special.”

Eliza nodded.

Cali twirled in a circle, “I’m a Queen,” she sang, “A most beautiful Queen.”

Eliza laughed, scooping the child into her arms, “You’re a silly Queen. Don’t you ever tire of hearing about Ezra?”

Cali’s eyes widened, “No.”

“Not ever?”

She shook her head violently, “I wish I could always hear about him. I love him.”

Eliza froze, “How do you know?”

With surety only an adult should possess, Cali responded, “He is in me and I’m in him. He is the other half of me that makes me whole. I’m his Queen and he’s my King. Together, our love will change the world.”

“I know you’re here, Ezra,” Cali whispered, “You’re like a cool summer breeze.”

She was taunting him. Challenging him. But it wasn’t allowed. Until she was of age, he couldn’t show himself to her.

“Ezra, don’t you want me?”

Something inside him screamed in agony. She sounded so lonely.

“I know it’s against the rules. But knowing you’re here and not seeing you.” She paused, licking her lips and looking into the space he would fill if he weren’t shielding himself, “My body aches for you, Ezra. It sings the song only your soul knows the melody to.”

He knew. He fought the urge to answer that call every day.As she’d gotten older, especially in the last two years, he’d nearly killed himself trying to resist the Claiming Song.

“I’ll wait, Ezra.” A single tear slipped over her pale cheek, “But it’s killing me. I need you.”

He reached out, his body begging for contact, and caught her tear on his forefinger. He brought it to his mouth and sucked the drop of moisture between his lips. Then, as he had done every night for nearly eighteen years, he bent and kissed her forehead.

Her eyes widened as a gentle gust of wind circled her, teasing her hair. A sudden peace filled her and she closed her eyes, centering herself. “Thank you.”

“When will he be here?”

Eliza watched Cali pace, “Soon, Cali.”

“Oh, what does it matter,” Cali cried, “I’m tired of waiting!”

Her anticipation was great and etched painfully across her face. Eliza had taken note of her rising agitation over the last two weeks. “Sweetheart, he’s following the rules.”

“To hell with the rules,” Cali’s eyes widened, “He’s here.”

Eliza couldn’t have stopped her if she’d tried. Cali broke into a run, streaking across the yard towards the cottage.

He stood on the porch, tall and thickly corded with muscle. No shirt or shoes, only a pair of black jeans hung from his hips. His skin was bronze; his left arm covered in silver Fae markings that danced in the sunlight.

Cali stood at the bottom of the stairs and drank him in. She could feel his essence in the air around them, the heat of his need. “Ezra,” she whispered.

He bowed.

She leapt up the stairs and into his arms.

He held her tightly, his hands caressing her back as he bathed her neck with kisses. “Calysta, how I have missed you.”

She clung to him as they entered the cottage. He took them straight to the bedroom. She stared up at him, her silver eyes shimmering with tears. “We don’t have to wait any longer?”

He shook his head.

Calysta allowed him to undress her in silence. His beautiful emerald eyes never strayed from her body. Twice he his fingers stumbled as her flesh was revealed.

“Gods, you are beautiful,” he groaned as she stepped out of her flowing skirt, “I’ve waited so long.”

She went to him, pressing her pert breasts against his naked chest and rose on her toes to cover his lips with her own, “No more waiting,” she whispered into his mouth.

His hands tangled in the ebony waterfall of hair cascading down her back as she reached for the button of his jeans. His cock was swollen and throbbing with need and when she pushed past the denim and cupped him, he nearly exploded.

She explored him, pulling his cock free of the confined space to fondle him from base to tip as he stripped the jeans down his hips and stepped out of them.

“I need you inside me,” she murmured, “I need you to complete me.”

His dormant soul responded to her admission and burst to life, filling a part of him long ago emptied. He cried out, his body responding to the sudden flare of power as she stroked the length of him.

He gathered her in his arms, strode across the room and laid her gently on the bed. He joined her, his arms caging her as he lowered his mouth to hers.

She arched into him, her body welcoming the weight of his body and the steely shaft pressing into her navel. Each stroke of his tongue fanned the flames of desire scorching her from the inside out until she writhed beneath him.

Ezra made his way down her body, kissing and nibbling her screaming skin. He dipped his tongue into her belly button as he passed and then planted a sweet kiss amidst her midnight curls.

His hands opened her legs, baring her to him and met her eyes.

Cali trembled, “Taste me.”

No hesitation followed. Ezra bent his head and inhaled, pulling her scent into his lungs before plunging his tongue between her damp folds. He suckled the sensitive flaps, nibbled her clit, and breached her entrance. He tasted, savored, and loved her flesh with his mouth until she cried out, begging for release.

He circled her virginal cavern with his finger, tickling the delicate ripples. Her hips rose from the bed, seeking more. Ezra obliged her and entered her slowly with his soaked finger.

Cali thought she would die. Every nerve ending shrieked as he filled her, his tongue still waltzing over her pulsing nub. Her fingers dug into the bed covers as she screamed and her honeyed milk gushed over his hand.

He replaced one finger with two, twisting and thrusting to stretch her. She rode the waves of ecstasy, sobbing his name, pleading for him to complete her fully, to make her his, to Claim her.

Ezra rose over her, her juices still glistening on his lips. Aligning his cock with the entrance to her tight core, he gazed into her eyes, “My Queen?”

She nodded.

He lowered his head and took possession of her mouth as he plunged into her velvet warmth. She tensed, the pain sharp and stabbing. He caught her sob, swallowed it, and stilled within her, allowing her to unfold around his rigid cock.

His tongue danced with hers, forcing her to focus on the sweet torture until her body accepted his invasion and he once again moved inside her. She fit him like a glove, tight and hot around him. He withdrew slowly, pulling all but the engorged head of his shaft from her before sliding sensually inward, angling his body to give her the most sensation.

She responded beautifully, her muscles contracting and flexing around him. He plunged into her over and over again, sliding smoothly through her dripping flesh as he whispered the binding words into her mouth.

“I Claim you, my Fae Queen. I give my heart into your keeping, you who have awakened my soul. I vow my eternal love. I Claim you, Keeper of My Immortal Heart.”

Fae magic filled the room, tying the silver threads of each of their souls together, binding them for eternity as the waves of ecstasy crashed and flooded them both. He buried himself deep within her as he spilled his essence into her. She screamed his name, wrapping her legs around his waist and holding him to her as her orgasm shook her body and milked his pulsing cock.

Ezra smiled tenderly down at her and kissed her forehead while she struggled to catch her breath.

For the first time in nearly a millennium, tears fell from Ezra’s eyes as he wrapped his arms around his Queen.


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