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  Copyright© 2013 Anna Keraleigh

  ISBN: 978-1-77130-369-9

  Cover Artist: Sour Cherry Designs

  Editor: Cheryl Harper

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  This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, and places are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

  DEDICATION

  Kelpies are a real myth but I’ve taken liberties with the kelpie creatures in this book. Who knows if they can really change sexes to lure in their victim but in my story, they’re sinister, dangerous and hungry.

  I'd like to give my heartfelt thanks to everyone who purchased my books. This Fairy series is very important to me and I'm so happy you all have decided to join me in my erotic fairy kingdom!

  FAIRY PREY

  A Fairy Novel, 5

  Anna Keraleigh

  Copyright © 2013

  Chapter One

  New York City

  Morrigan stretched out on her bed in her very small bedroom. She liked Saturdays best even though she spent them alone. This was her haven, her safe place, and at the moment her naughty place. Ah, the joys of Saturday. She woke as the sun began to crest the horizon. Morrigan could see it through her glass balcony doors, the curtains pulled wide. Being on the fiftieth floor facing the river had its advantages. As was her normal weekend routine, Morrigan woke alone but rested. She pulled the curtains open, letting the rising sun drench her four-poster bed. There was a lot of black and gray in the room but again, she preferred them. Girly wasn’t really in her vocabulary.

  Morrigan ruffled her shoulder length dirty blonde hair away from her face. She pulled the T-shirt over her head and threw it on her plush armchair in the corner of the room. She arched her back, loving the way her muscles pulled and shifted. She lifted her hands, bringing them to cup her breasts. They fit in the palms of her hands, the tiny nipples teasing her palms. Ever since she met him, her body had been on this horny streak. Yes, him. She was almost afraid to say his name.

  Whisper.

  Morrigan shivered. She used her fingers to pinch and pluck her hardened nipples. It had been months since she visited her cousin in Ireland and discovered that there were things that went bump in the night and some during the day. Men with wings. She snorted as she walked toward her bed. Hidden in those Irish hills was an entire kingdom, and several fairies lived there. Honest-to-God men with wings fought with swords and wore skimpy loincloths.

  Morrigan hooked her thumbs into her pajama pants and pulled them down her hips. They landed around her ankles and the sun warmed the skin on her bare ass as she stepped from them. She crawled slowly and enticingly over the plain gray sheet, opening her legs more than she had to, lowering so her breasts would brush the smooth fabric. She opened the drawer beside the bed, pulled out her toy, and landed with a slight bounce in the center of the bed.

  Her thoughts were jumping from a wonderful Saturday morning spent naked to that damn fairy kingdom. Her last visit hadn’t been one to repeat. She met them all, yes, and they seemed nice enough but then there was him. The one with that hid in the shadows, the one that had a deep voice and black wings.

  Whisper.

  Damn it, she couldn’t get him out of her head. Morrigan tried to, though, pulling at her nipples and letting her mind drift toward more erotic outcomes. She had several hours here, in this bed, and she sure as hell didn’t want to waste them thinking about a damn unruly fairy.

  Morrigan lay back in bed, her hair spreading over the pillow. Her legs fell open and the rising sun gave a glow to her tanned body. She had a fit, muscular form that served her well as a private investigator. She pinched her nipples harder, loving that twinge of pain with her pleasure. She skimmed her hands down her body, over her flat stomach and belly ring, then down her hips. She stopped short of her moist womanly folds. Her fingers delved between her legs, and she gasped as flesh met flesh. Oh yes, this is just what she needed. Her fingers teased and rubbed until the moisture built. Morrigan dipped a finger inside her hole then spread that cream to her clit. Her rubbing increased. She used her other hand to grab her breast and squeezed the nipple.

  A moment later, the orgasm arrived. It flooded her system with all those feel-good endorphins and her back arched. Damn, did she love Saturdays. Morrigan wallowed in the sun on her rumpled bed for a moment longer, stretching out and lazily petting her pussy. The main of it was bare but for the slight patch of hair waxed in the shape of a landing strip. She teased that tuft of hair, tugging it, and torturing her nipple.

  Her mind began to drift again, thinking of that place, that man, the world that existed around humans that she never knew of. Too much thinking! Morrigan stood. She went to the balcony doors, opened them wide, and welcomed the warm breeze. Summer had just arrived, and she could smell the hint of flowers and trees in the air. Naked she stood there, letting the sun splay across her nude body. She turned, grabbing the toy off the bed. She opened the Velcro strap, hooked it to the wooden ledge on her bed, and strapped it together. The plastic penis was erect now, like a man that had been worked into a frenzy. It wasn’t as good as warm flesh but it would do.

  Morrigan shifted, one knee on the bed, one foot on the floor, and hovered over the toy. Grabbing her breasts, she lowered, the cold plastic touching her nether lips. She gasped, shivered but returned. This time she used more downward pressure. The plastic stroked against her clit. It parted her wet slit and nipped at her hole. Once again, she tortured her nipples, pulling them, squeezing them and with each breath, she rubbed against the toy. As she went lower, the circumcised plastic penis head slipped into her core. It pushed her muscles apart, speared her as she descended. Her head fell back as the entire penis was inside her. Oh yeah, Saturdays are awesome.

  Morrigan worked the plastic penis like a professional. She gyrated and pumped, slipping a hand to her clit, and it wasn’t long before another orgasm approached. It robbed her of breath and made her body shudder. She stopped every movement and just concentrated on that rush of sensations.

  When the pleasure faded, she began working the toy again. Up and down she bobbed, her breasts bouncing, her fingers fondling, and her body began to sweat. She felt it misted on her back. It didn’t matter. She wanted another release, needed it, and craved it. Her record was nine, and she smiled as another build up commenced. Could she beat that today? She sure as hell felt like coming until she fainted. Her desire seemed to be sated but never fully cured by her Saturday rituals. The thought vanished, the relief flooded her, and she groaned to the empty room.

  Morrigan pulled slowly free of the toy. She plunged onto the bed, shifting to her hands and knees. Her hand disappeared between her legs. She circled her clit, flicking the little bud as she balanced herself on the mattress. She spread her legs farther. Morrigan felt the delicious warmth from the sun on her ass cheeks and thighs. More, she needed more! Morrigan worked her clit as if her life depended on that next burst of...

  There.

  Morrigan collapsed onto the bed, a smile on her lips, and after she caught her breath, she turned to her back. Thighs open, she wallowed as the sun had a view of her most intimate parts. She stretched her arms high, debating silently if she should use the plastic penis again or work her clit with the vibrator for a while. She bit her bottom lip, tweaking her nipples as she decided. Morrigan sat up. Another round with Mr. Plastic wouldn’t hurt. Her body craved that fullness of
a thick, juicy cock deep inside.

  The sun faded, blocked by shadow. Morrigan looked up, her lazy orgasmic bliss shattered as a figure landed on her balcony. Oh, fuck no! Morrigan tumbled backwards, landing on the other side of her bed with an ungracious plop. She pulled the gun from under her bed, gripping the sleek black weapon and aiming it at the balcony. Her tension didn’t ease as the form turned into a man and wings fluttered at this intruder’s back. Morrigan put her finger on the trigger. If that winged bastard thought he could barge right in...

  The figure shifted and she pulled her finger from the black trigger. It wasn’t him. This wasn’t the dark fairy that haunted her thoughts. He had brown wings and a furrowed brow. His eyes scanned the room and stopped with a lifted brow on her recently used toy. What the hell was this guy’s name? She had seen him around in Ireland before.

  “Do not have fear. It is Flance. From the kingdom.”

  That was it! “Flance, want to tell me why you’re busting in a girl’s door without knocking? I could have blown your head clean off your shoulders.”

  Flance gave a small smile. “A sword does not blow. It strikes.”

  Morrigan frowned. “Listen, I’m kind of naked, so you get on with why you’re here.”

  His smiled dropped and he took a deep breath. “There’s been a...tragedy.”

  Morrigan’s first thought was Brook. Those fucking troll things had taken her again. Her cousin was kidnapped before by those nasty creatures but saved by the king of the fairies, Carrick. She pulled the blanket off the bed and wrapped it around her body. “Is Brook okay? Is she hurt?” Morrigan scurried around the room, grabbing pants and a shirt as she went. The Saturday fun was forgotten in light of this news. She shoved her jeans on under the blanket, forgoing underwear. Morrigan shoved the shirt over her head and didn’t care if her hard nipples stuck out like pebbles. “Did they take her?” Morrigan strapped a knife to each ankle then placed the gun holster belt around her waist. She shoved her feet in her thick soled sneakers.

  “Brook is...alive. It is not she who’s injured.” He seemed to need a breath, and Morrigan stopped her mad dash to look at him. He looked truly lost, and there was sadness to his gaze.

  “The troll war has begun. They attacked and our...our king was taken from the world by their hands.”

  Morrigan froze, her lips parted, and a sharp gasp filled the quiet bedroom. “Carrick’s...dead?” She needed the horrible confirmation. The love of Brook’s life was gone. Flance gave her a small nod. Morrigan sat on the bed. Her sweet cousin Brook didn’t deserve any heartache, let alone a loss like this. She must be devastated. And how was the kingdom holding up without the king?

  “I was instructed to ask for your help in the war.”

  Morrigan slowly nodded her head. “Of course.” She was stunned by the news but quickly got to her feet. She had to pack a bag with essentials and get over to Ireland right away. Brook needed her and not even the devil himself could keep her away.

  Chapter Two

  Morrigan was stiff from the flight. She gripped Flance so hard she wouldn’t be surprised if he sported bruises tomorrow. They were in Ireland now. His brown wings flapped exhaustedly after the long journey. However, they were almost there. She could see the patch of grass and the green rolling hills. There was the single willow tree that warned other creatures of the fairy territory. She inhaled deeply, steeling herself against the emotions that had built up. This was not a time for crying. Morrigan had to be strong for Brook and she vowed to take down as many damn trolls as she could. Even if it meant her life.

  They passed the invisible dome that protected the kingdom from intruders, and there the beautiful city of the fairies was laid out. She was shocked into silence at the destruction. Chaos lay all around them. The kingdom was in ruins, homes were scattered rubble, and the palace that once took her breath away was nearly collapsed. Giant sunflowers, big enough to hold three people, were toppled over. Their enormous petals were dead, browning and taking their last ounce of life under the sun.

  They landed carefully on the uneven ground. Flance shuddered, his wings stopping their movement, before he stretched and winced slightly.

  “Thanks for the ride.”

  He nodded. “We’ve set up in an abandoned home near the waterfall.”

  Morrigan nodded, silently following him. They walked the streets, what was left of them. This place had been so beautiful, almost magical. Even she had liked it, but she ran when she met him, the dark fairy. Morrigan peeked around as if he would come just because she thought about him. Nothing stirred. They walked dirt paths, avoiding big chunks of building and an occasional giant sunflower strewn across the road. There were pools of black all over and drag marks as if something heavy had been pulled from the spot. Trolls perhaps? She shook her head, utterly shocked at the destruction. The sound of the waterfall pierced her thoughts and a shiver ran down her spine. The last time she was near that body of water was when she met him. He was so silent, his eyes as dark as his wings, and then he had come so close she thought he’d kiss her. She would have let him, maybe, if the reflection in his eyes hadn’t knocked some sense into her. In his eyes, she saw herself, as prey.

  The nearest door squeaked open and Morrigan’s sight shifted. There in the doorway stood her beautiful cousin, the woman with a heart of gold and a smile to match the sun. This time, in this place, she had wide eyes filled with unshed tears. Her lips were downturned in a frown, and she wore some sort of armor.

  “Brook?”

  Those pretty eyes shot upward and toward her. Brook’s lips parted and she ground her teeth as if holding back tears. She nodded slowly, holding out her arms.

  Morrigan ran to her. She enveloped her only family in her arms and held her close. “Oh, sweetheart, I am so sorry.” Morrigan bit her lip and held in the emotion. Strength, revenge, blood, she repeated the words in her head as the hug turned into a long, comforting embrace of kin. She didn’t know how long they stood there, but eventually one of the fairies, she wasn’t sure who, cleared his throat.

  Brook pulled away but held Morrigan’s hand tightly. “Thank you for coming.”

  “A horde of zombies would not be able to keep me away.”

  That got the smallest of smiles from Brook. She took a breath, blinked several times, and led them into the building. This house seemed intact. There were walls still standing, and books lining the hall. They passed a room with several cots on the floor and a big ugly couch with a dozen or so mismatched pillows.

  “They went for peace talks.” Brook shifted some strands of blonde hair from her face. “There was a new troll king, and we wished to avoid war.”

  They stepped into a big room where a round table was covered with maps. There were several wooden chairs in various states of use. Several fairies stood, grabbing the hilts of their swords until they saw her. All of them gave a nod in her direction, and she replied with the same. Morrigan’s eyes scanned the room, surprised and happy that the dark fairy wasn’t there.

  “We had backup plans but someone... They knew. Every move we made, they were there, and someone or something gave them explosives. They tore the city down around us.”

  “Yeah, I saw that.”

  Brook stood near the table, her jaw set, arms crossed under her heavy breasts over a flat belly. “He died in the battle. We... I found him beside the waterfall.” She didn’t break down. Brook pressed her lips together as anger filled her face.

  “Was he the only casualty?”

  “Other injuries were attended by our healer fairy, Brielle.” Brook shook the question off.

  “And your kid?” Morrigan knew Brook had been pregnant but now her stomach was flat.

  “Adara,” Brook said and a smile finally graced her lips. “She’s alive and driving me a little nuts.”

  Morrigan smiled. Good. At least Brook had someone to remind her of the man she lost. “So, what’s the plan?”

  “Strike back. No mercy. Wipe them off the face of this earth.�
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  Morrigan was a little taken aback by her usually sweet cousin. She liked this new, more violent Brook. “And I will be right beside you.” Morrigan walked over to her and placed a hand atop hers. Together they would do this. She went to the table and stared down at the hand-drawn maps. There was a clear outline of the fairy territory and where the caves were. Trolls lived in most dank, dark caves. Morrigan wondered if they all housed trolls or if the bastards were hanging around hoping to finish the fairies off. “Do you have someone on watch?”

  “Yes, two.”

  “Are we going for a strike first or lure them here and defend?” She wasn’t devoid of skill when it came it this war stuff. Morrigan’s mother had been in the army and her father a general. She was about to ask another question when the air rushed from her lungs. She spotted him, the slight movement of a shadow and the rush of wind from beating wings. Then his eyes seemed to glow from the darkened corner in the room. With the sun setting, shadows were growing, and once again, they hid most of his form. Morrigan looked up, their eyes locked, and she quickly glanced away. He was here. Her dark fairy.

  Whisper.

  Brook must have noticed or sensed something because suddenly her cousin was looking around the room. “Whisper, you’re back. How do the caves look?”

  “Deserted.”

  His deep voice sent a shiver down Morrigan’s spine, and she gripped the table until her knuckles turned white.

  “Damn it!” Brook smacked the table with her palm. “They must be planning something. They think we are weak!”