Summary: The Last Fae is my current baby and at 29,000 words it is the longest story I’ve written–and it’s not even finished yet. This work is long in the making. It started years ago at a forum RPG created one of my best friends and the story has lingered in my life since. Finally, I’m getting it all written. Go me. Here is a little steamy stuffs from Chapter 10. I hope you enjoy!

“You complain about me and what I do, when you’re out on the streets fooling around with some other dude.”

Her mouth gaped.  Before she could retort, he pointed at the newspaper that now sat in front of her.  Slowly, realization hit her as she looked over the front page photograph.

“And don’t even try to fucking deny that’s you, Dee.  I’d know that car anywhere.”

“David…”

He didn’t want to hear it.  He didn’t want her to figure a way to weasel out of this, especially after the way she treated him about something as minor as the events from the night before.  So, instead of listening to anything she had to say, David ignored her and began ranting.

“Everything is always about what I did wrong and I’m always the one having to work at fixing things.  How is that fair to me?  I give you everything and offer you even more than that, but as soon as I fuck up, you’re ready to kick me to the curb.

“And who is this guy anyway?  Just some jerk who is going to play you when I actually care about you.  Do I mean that little to you?  I give you my all and you just give yours away.  Remind you of someone else you know?”

Tears welled in her eyes and David realized that he’d taken things much too far.  Mentally he scorned himself for what he’d just said.  His stomach, already sour from the past night’s activities, rolled and tumbled.  If she forgave him any time soon, it would be nothing short of a miracle.

She stood up and calmly took her bowl to the sink and remained there with her back turned.  He could see her shoulders tremble as they did when she cried though trying to keep her best face forward.

“Mr. Knightstone came into the shop with a shifter attacked by one of your precious vampires.  He and I had a couple of nervous laughs once everything calmed down.  He was just walking me to the car, David.  That’s it.  He wasn’t seducing me and I sure as hell wasn’t trying to seduce him.” She turned then, and his heart stopped at the tears down her face. “I can’t do this, David.  I came here to get away from the fighting and name calling and painful accusations.  I can’t live like this.”

A sob escaped her.  She covered her mouth with her hand, ran out of the room, and hurried up the stairs.

“Stupid!” he yelled at himself.

He wasn’t going to let it end like this.  He could fix this and he would.  Neither of them was perfect and he made no illusions that they were.  But Dena deserved better than he was giving her right now.  He would make sure to rectify it before someone stole her away.  And he definitely wouldn’t let her be taken without a serious fight.

He chased after her, charging up the stairs until he reach the bedroom.  He turned the doorknob, happy to find that she hadn’t locked him out.  At least it was a sign that things may be salvageable, if he was lucky.  Hesitantly he walked inside to find lying down, her face buried in pillows as she sobbed.

Slowly he walked to their bed and knelt beside it.  He crossed his arms on the mattress and rested chin there.

“Dena…” he called softly.

“Go away, David.  I don’t want to talk to you,” she said, muffled by the pillows.

“I’m not going anywhere, cupcake.  I’ll always be with you. Even if you want to toss me out on my ass, I’ll still be with you.” He reached out to her, placing his open palm on her back.  She flinched at first, but allowed the touch to continue. “I’m sorry.  I’m sorry for everything.”

She looked at him finally. It was like a knife in his heart looking into her already blood shot eyes.

“You’ve said that before, a couple of times.  Nothing changes.”

“It can,” he said meekly, then got a little backbone in his spine. “It will,” he told her, determination strong in his voice.  “I know I’ve been a royal ass and you have every right to be pissed at me.  And I really had no business jumping to conclusions over a stupid picture in a horrible piece of shit newspaper.”

It took her a few deep swallows before she spoke.  “Why…why do you go out to those places knowing that it hurts me?” Each word was choked with tears.

“Because I’m a stupid, selfish S.O.B and I let my friends make me think there is something wrong with being in a nice, stable relationship.  What do they know, you know?  You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me and I love you.”

He said it.  He hadn’t meant to say it, but the words were out before he could stop them from slipping from his lips.  However, there was none of the panic he’d expected to revolve around those three words.  No, instead a wonderful warm feeling spread through him that made him happier than he’d ever been.

He loved her.

Now all he needed to know was if she loved him back.  Oh, how he prayed that she did.

“You love me?” she whispered in surprise.

He brought his hand to her hair and ran his fingers through her soft dark hair, brushing the strays from her face. “Of course I love you, baby. I’m sorry I’m a douche.”

She gave him a watery smile.  “I love you, too, you dumb ass.” Her smile faltered a bit.  “Please don’t go back to those places, David.  It really hurts my feelings.  And please trust me around other guys.  The only one for me is you, okay?”

“I won’t go back and I promise to trust you,” he told her, though inwardly he remarked that it wasn’t her she didn’t trust.  For now, this was good enough.

David climbed into bed with her and pulled her close to him.  He gently kissed every inch of her face until she gave him a content sigh.  His hands began to move along the length of her body, just as always.  Once he got close to her, he couldn’t keep his hands off her like she was a bad habit he couldn’t shake.  He was addicted to her and her kisses and her sweet, persistent touches.

He took her soft lips with his, suckling each one and savoring it.  When she moaned and parted her lips, David welcomed his tongue inside her warmth as he began pushing her back into the bed.  She wrapped her arms around him while they shifted, squeezing him tightly to her body.  He could feel her heart pounding against his chest even with them both being clothed.

Scooting over, David took his place between her legs so that he could be even closer.  His mouth began to travel from her lips until they reached her neck where he nibbled eagerly.  Dena presented her neck to him, giving him the opportunity to taste every portion of it which he did.  After she whimpered at him, David enthusiastically continued his journey down her body until he reached her clothed breasts.  The clothes didn’t stop him; his mouth sought out her nipple and he began sucking it until he could feel that delicious nub harden.  Once it had and Dena arched her body demanding more of him, all sensibilities were lost.  He grabbed her shirt and practically ripped it off her roughly.  Her bra came next and when it finally was off, he hungrily kissed and licked them until she called out for him.

Inside he felt like a wild man, desperate to join their bodies.  He couldn’t take much more–he had to have her right now.  David sat up enough to pull off her shorts and panties which he threw somewhere to the left.  He took a moment to marvel at her naked, curvy, wonderfully sexy body.

As slowly as he could manage, he pulled his white tank top off and threw it somewhere to the right of the room.  When he began to take off his own shorts, Dena suddenly became impatient.  She sat up, wrapping one of her hands around his erection. His eyes clothes, his head threw back, and his hips bucked as she expertly stroked him exactly the way he liked it.

“Woman, I won’t be able to last you if you do that,” he gasped out along with a long groan.

He looked at her then.  Her eyes were wide, wild, and hungry for all of him.  She leaned in, eyes completely focused on his, and gave him a nice, long lick that nearly drove him over the edge.

David shoved his girl back into the bed, reestablishing his place above her.  He reached between their bodies until he found the sweet, wet, heat between her legs.  Marveling at the amount of readiness there, he pulled his hand away and melded their bodies together.

The taking was rough and eager.  He relished in the fact that Dena came within the first few powerful pumps.  Usually that would be the end of it for her, but she still moved wildly beneath him as she begged him for more.  He H He obliged her, pumping harder and faster and to his surprise she came again, screaming out his name and clawing at his back.  Nothing like that had ever happened before, but damn he loved it.

She was so hot and wet he couldn’t keep himself together.  It seemed like he’d just begun when he felt his body tighten and then spilled deep within her.  It was the most powerful orgasm he’d ever had…He felt like his very soul was pouring into her.  His arms shook violently as though his body didn’t want to support him anymore.

Quickly he moved off her before he collapsed.  He gasped for breath as he grinned.  A powerful exhaustion set in and he felt his body beginning to shut down into sleep.  Before he could, he looked over at her.  His girl basically glowed from happiness.

“Damn, I love you,” he laughed.

He couldn’t stay awake for a response.  Immediately his eyes drooped and he drifted off to the best sleep he’d ever have.