Her Fae Lovers

“I, I did.” Lola answered. Her eyes were drawn to the fingers that Puca ran over Merrow’s chest and the way the other moan bit his lip. He was still asleep, but she couldn’t help but notice the way the sheets tented with his arousal. “Wait, is, is, is Merrow naked?”

“Why don’t you come closer and find out?” Puca said, his hand trailing lower, tracing well-defined abs.

Merrow huskily whimpered her name with a soft moan. Moving his hand beneath the sheet. Puca watched her, the way her gaze hooded as her eyes gleamed in the morning sunlight. Glued to the way his hand stroked Merrow, the sheet blocking her view. He bucked his hips up to grind his erection into the hand that squeezed him.

Lola worried her lower lip as she watched Puca’s smirk deepen into a grin as his hand gripped the other man. Fisting his cock, working his lovers member faster. Making a moan slip from Merrow’s lips.

“I think I’d be safer over here.” Lola said with a gulp as she backed up, trying to put more distance in between herself and them.

“I don’t know about that,” Bodach voice was husky as he stretched from his spot on the floor. His eyes taking in her pale legs. Legs that he had been having a very vivid dream about, thrown over his shoulders as he lapped at her. The last traces of the dream still on his mind and he could almost taste her against his lips.

“Coffee, I’m making coffee.” Lola sputtered out as she all but ran from the room, Bodach’s wicked chuckle filling her ears.

“I think you scared her off.” Lu said as he shifted on the couch. His body was hard and ready. “Stay out of my dreams, you know I don’t like it.”

“Just showing you how it could be.” Puca said as he leaned forward pressing his lips to Merrow’s neck before he nibbled along his jaw pulling him awake.

“By trying to scare her away?” Bodach asked.

“No, just showing her how it could be with us. How we would worship her.”

“Puca,” Merrow gasped as the hand that gripped his cock moved faster, his balls tightening as he spilled his seed.

***

Lola stood at the coffeemaker, trying to ignore their conversation and the gasping moans. She bit her lip at the thought of them worshiping her and at the way that Merrow had gasped out Puca’s name. She wanted to go in there and pull the sheet off of Merrow, to watch his hips thrust up into Puca’s touch. She pressed her thighs together as she grabbed the bag of coffee. Glaring at the coffeepot, she didn’t know what to do. She didn’t understand how she could feel this way for all of them.

The dream left her craving things she had never felt before. It was going to be a long day. She needed to get away from them for a bit. Maybe that would help her with the need she felt.

Was she broken?

When she had hit her head, had something broken inside of her? Making her crave the fae men that were in her living room.All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

Shaking her head, she dumped the grinds into the little basket before moving to the sink. Fill the coffeepot with water, she dumped it into the machine.

Coffee would make things better, it always did. Turning around, she pulled out several boxes of cereal. She couldn’t help but chuckle as she looked at the Lucky Charms. She wondered what Lu would think about Lucky the leprechaun.

Lola could hear them getting up and moving around in the other room. The soft groan that filtered into the room made her body clench. Closing her eyes, she could only imagine what was happening. What she had seen before seemed like an appetizer, and she couldn’t help but wonder what the main course would be like. Scrubbing her face, she let her hands fall to her sides.

With a sigh, Lola reached into the cabinet and pulled out the bowls. Grabbing some spoons, she turned around, heading back into the living room.

Puca and Merrow were no longer in the room. Sitting the bowls on the coffee table, she looked up. Her eyes meeting Lu’s and he winked at her.

“Those two are always like that.” He said as he stepped closer to her. “Do you need my help?”

“If you’d like to help me, I wouldn’t say no.” Lola replied as she turned back towards the kitchen, Lu turned to follow her. The scent of freshly brewed coffee beckoning her forward. “Did you sleep well?”

Lola didn’t see the way that Lu’s cheeks flushed. Or the way the top of his ears turned red at her question. He knew exactly how he wanted to help her.

“I had pleasant dreams. Do you have plans for the day?”

“Um, just for the morning. Then I plan to come home, I’d like to take you guys somewhere later.” Lola didn’t know why she didn’t mention that she was going to see Erik.

“Oh? Where would you like to take us?”

“I know of a pretty place that you guys might like.” Lola said filling up the coffee carafe as she nodded towards the cereal boxes, “If you wouldn’t mind?”

“Oh, um. Yes.” Lu blushed as he watched Lola grab the milk from the fridge, bumping the door closed with her hip.

Puca returned, followed by a much more relaxed Merrow as Lu sat down the two cereal boxes onto the coffee table. “What are we eating?” Bodach asked as he sat down in front of the small table.

“Well, you’ve got your choice of Lucky Charms or granola cereal.” Lola answered as she sat the coffee and milk onto the table. “Coffee too, I forgot mugs.” She frowned.

“Sit, I’ll get them.” Merrow said as he breezed past her with a grin. Lola’s gaze lingered on him as he walked away. When she looked back at the others, she couldn’t help the blush that heated up her cheeks as Puca’s eyes met hers.

“Something on your mind?” He asked, his eyebrow raising as he licked his lower lip.

“Coffee, I need coffee.”

***

Erik stood at the kitchen counter as he arranged cookies onto the plate. The kettle was barely starting to whistle as he went about getting things ready for Lola. He’d made the shortbread cookies last night. Nerves had kept him from sleeping. In the early hours of the morning, he had finally given up.

Baking had been a fun hobby for a while. Something to take his mind off of what he was going through.

He hoped that soon he wouldn’t be so worried. That he could take Lola out for a proper date. Having tea together was nice, but he longed for more. To show her the world, he had a feeling she would love the lands of his home.

Erik liked to think that his family would like Lola.

He closed his eyes, thinking about her. The one before Lola.

The way her eyes would shine as she smiled at him. The sun bringing out the shimmering highlights in her wheat colored hair as she looked over her shoulder. Her lavender eyes meeting his. Shaking his head, he set up the teapot.

The whistling of the kettle pulling him from his thoughts. Erik knew that she would have liked the woman that Lola had become.

It was best not to think about her. It always put him in a bad mood for what once was and what could never be.

The bells of the door chimed, pulling him from his depressing thoughts.