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  Cabin Fever

  Faerie Legal #1

  Lyra Valentine

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  Copyright © 2016 by Lyra Valentine

  All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the publisher, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical reviews and certain other noncommercial uses permitted by copyright law.

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

  Cabin Fever: Faerie Legal #1 by Lyra Valentine March 2016

  Table of Contents

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  About the Author

  Chapter One

  “I don’t know how you can be so nonchalant about this. If we don’t seduce them, we won’t be allowed to run our own club. The family will disown us.” John said with a gruff edge to his voice.

  Jemma eyed her husband. They were nearing the cabin they’d rented for the weekend, and she had no patience for his doubting. “You know the plan. Lizzy and Hugo won’t be able to resist us,” she purred. John Kirpatrick always had been a sucker for a sweet voice.

  John’s hands tightened on the wheel of the car as he rounded them around a curve. “I don’t think it’s going to be as easy as you say.”

  Jemma laughed. “Johnny, listen to yourself. You know Lizzy has been batting her big ole cow eyes at you since this semester started. Hugo can barely contain himself around me. We’ll get them nice and liquored up, and bam. Faerie obligations done, meet Kirpatrick club owners.”

  John glanced to his right and smiled at his wife. She was conniving when she wanted to be. He still had his doubts about her plan, however. Some humans were resistant to faerie charms.

  Jemma changed her tactics. She rubbed her hand lightly up and down John’s arm. “You know we were sent to that horrid college to get to know humans. I admit, I was skeptical at first. But we did learn what they desire. We’ll seduce these two with no trouble.”

  “I just don’t see why we couldn’t have done this on campus.”

  Jemma tsked. “Don’t you want a little challenge in your life? Anyone with a drop of faerie blood in their veins can go to the nearest frat party and be done with this rite of passage. We’re faeries. Who can resist those muscles, or my curves? These two are high school sweethearts come to the big city. Let’s see if we can swap with them.”

  She wished John would calm his nerves. He itched to start their own club and their lives together, without interference from their parents. They were still viewed as youngsters in the faerie community, and would be until they had the smell of human on them. A faerie was considered mature and eligible for business ventures once they seduced their first human. It showed an understanding of their clientele.

  John was only a halfling, though his faerie side still beamed brightly. Jemma came from a long line of faerie queens, and was related to the current faerie princess. It unsettled John at times to be so close to royalty. Even so, the same rules applied to her and, even married, she couldn’t be trusted to run a business on her own.

  “I hope you’re right that this will be easy. I’d hate to have our plans delayed.” John said. They had designs for their club drawn out. They’d have to give a portion to the local faerie lord, of course, but this would be their own venture. They’d worked enough for others and studied humans. They were ready for their own venture. Had been, he supposed, since they were married under the glimmer of lightning bugs last year.

  “Even if this doesn’t work—and it will—we can go to the next party and pick someone up. There’s not a lot of risk involved here.” Jemma shrugged, then leaned over and kissed John’s cheek. “We can do this. Little Lizzy and sexy Hugo will be ours by the end of the weekend.”

  John smiled at his wife. He teased, “You think Hugo is sexy, huh?”

  “As if Lizzy’s southern charm doesn’t do it for you?” Jemma snorted.

  “Not as much as yours, ladybug,” John grabbed Jemma’s hand and brought it to his lips for a quick kiss. They pulled off the paved road and bumped down a rocky road toward their rented cabin.

  “Oh, looks like they’re here already. Fantastic!” Jemma almost bounced in her seat with anticipation. “Are you ready for this?”

  “I’m ready for anything with you,” John replied.

  With a nod, Jemma bounded out of the car. She hopped from foot to foot, mimicking Lizzy’s excited behavior. She chuckled to herself at female bodily reactions. They squealed and jumped so often, she was sure they got most of their exercise just from seeing their friends.

  She met Lizzy halfway between their vehicles. Lizzy’s hair was blonde this week, and her breasts peaked out of her low cut shirt like they wanted to say hello to the world.

  John reached for Hugo’s hand. This wasn’t the first time the men had met, but John insisted on formalities with everyone. It was something she loved about him. Rather than making it feel like an air of indifference, John made it feel like he was bestowing an honor on someone.

  Jemma drew her red hair over her shoulder and eyed Hugo. His head had been recently shaved, and his dark skin shined in the light. His shirt cut tightly across his chest. Dark tattoos poked out from under the cuffs. His ears were gauged, and held purple disks.

  Lizzy wrapped her arm around her waist, and drew her toward the cabin. The girl was in the midst of rebellion, that was sure. Her own tattoos were hidden by her clothes, but Jemma had heard about them often enough to know exactly where they were. Her ears, too, held disks rather than simple earrings, but weren’t nearly so large as the ones in Hugo’s ears. Lizzy was shorter than Jemma, but softer and curvier. Perhaps humans did need more than just excited bouncing to work off their cookies. She kept a grin to herself; she intended to burn a few calories with both of them.

  “I’m so grateful you invited us up here, Jemma!” Lizzy drawled. “There’s just no way my folks would be happy to see me with someone like Hugo.”

  “Are they still having trouble accepting you leaving for college?” It was a polite way of asking if her parents were still disapproving of their little girl dating a black man. Jemma just didn’t understand such thoughts. Faeries saw the beauty in everyone, and the only factor that mattered was how much pleasure each party received from an encounter.

  Lizzy sighed. “It’s like they want to pretend I’ll never be an adult and can make adult decisions!”

  Jemma wrapped her arm over Lizzy’s shoulders. “Don’t you worry about it, darling. We’re happy to aid our favorite secret love affair.”

  ***

  Plates holding the remains of burgers and brats were haphazardly settled near the sink. Bottles of beer littered the counter like dead soldiers. The double doors to the deck were wide open, and let in the smell of the surrounding forest. Jemma sighed deeply, letting the scent of trees and clean air relax her tension away.

  The group lounged around the fireplace. The burning wood crackled pleasantly, and added to the crisp scent floating in from outside. Jemma curled into John’s side and enjoyed the heat warming her skin. She couldn
’t decide if the heat or the pleasant buzz from the alcohol made her feel better.

  “I didn’t know you could cook like that, John!” Lizzy hiccupped, then giggled. She shook her short blonde hair out of her eyes, and drew Hugo’s arm around her. Jemma noticed his large thumb grazed the side of her breast, and wondered how it would feel on her.

  “Thank you, Lizzy,” John nodded.

  Nerves she hadn’t expected rose in her stomach. She pushed them aside. Like she told John, if this didn’t work, they could simply go to the next party. She was sure she could throw herself at any unattached man and have her way with him for the night, just as she was sure John could lure another girl to his bed. But she wanted to make their rite of passage memorable. What better way than to seduce some young lovers together?

  “I have an idea,” Jemma said. She wet her lips with her tongue and a slow smile spread across her face. John lightly rubbed her back for encouragement. She saw his eyes glint with approval. She took a swallow of her drink. “Why don’t we treat this weekend like Vegas?”

  “What do you mean?” Lizzy asked slowly.

  “Why, darling, what happens in the cabin, stays in the cabin!” Jemma giggled. She flicked her eyes to Hugo, and breathed deeply. His eyes dropped to her chest before shooting back to her face. Busted. She smiled at his reddening cheeks and gave a wink.

  “We’re all adults. It might be fun to let our hair down and go a little wild.” John added. He looked toward Lizzy, and found her watching him. He stretched his arms wide, and she followed the movement. Jemma was right, this would be too easy.

  Lizzy and Hugo locked eyes. Jemma could see the ideas churning in their heads. Of the two, she thought Lizzy would be easier to convince. She’d arranged for John and Hugo to be out of the house the next morning to get her alone. If she could get one wall to topple, the other might be weak enough to follow.

  “I guess we’ll see what happens,” Lizzy shrugged. She swallowed the last of her beer and stood. She took Hugo’s hand and pulled gently until he stood. “But for now, we’re going to bed. See you in the morning for breakfast?”

  “Sweet dreams, you two,” John said.

  Chapter Two

  “Today’s the day,” John whispered into the crook of Jemma’s neck.

  Jemma unwrapped her legs from around his waist and lounged on the bed. John had been wild, though they did their best to keep just quiet enough to deny any wrongdoing if they were overheard. Still, she wanted more. She rolled over and propped herself around John. She kissed lightly up his chest. “I can’t wait to see you make Lizzy come.”

  John fisted a hand in her hair, and roughly kissed her lips. “Neither can I.”

  Before they had a chance to begin again, the harsh cry of an alarm sounded in the distance. They listened closely, and heard movement. “I think it’s time for me to go,” John said with a groan.

  Jemma watched him as he readied for his fishing trip with Hugo. They were heading out early, and expected to be back before lunch. It was enough time for Jemma to try luring Lizzy into bed. She licked her lips and pushed aside thoughts of being spread open by Hugo, and licking Lizzy until she screamed.

  “Be bad,” John told her with a kiss before he left.

  She listened to Hugo and John in the hallway, and then slipping out of the cabin. Lizzy puttered about in her room. Jemma sat up with interest when she heard a faint buzz. Of course, Hugo and Lizzy had slept until Hugo’s alarm sounded and didn’t get any time together that morning.

  The buzz stopped, and Lizzy cursed. The bedroom door opened, and the floor creaked her path to the kitchen.

  Jemma poked her head out of her room. She heard what she thought was Lizzy opened and checking drawers. Her heart beat faster as she followed the girl.

  Lizzy’s hair was mussed from sleep, and short blonde pieces poked everywhere. Her shorts were loose with cartoon cupcakes on them. Her tanktop clung to her skin, and Jemma could see an outline of her areolas through the thin fabric.

  Lizzy jumped when Jemma entered the kitchen, and tried to shove an object into a drawer before she could see. Jemma bit her lip to hold back a laugh. She’d been right when she heard the buzzing; Lizzy tried to keep her vibrator out of sight. The toy was long, with a second, smaller spur for dual action pleasure.

  “Looking for batteries?” Jemma asked.

  Lizzy’s cheeks flushed bright red. “I’m so sorry,” she drawled. “This is embarrassing.”

  “No way! We all have needs,” Jemma said. “I’m sure Hugo missed out this morning.”

  Lizzy’s blush didn’t dampen. “He just wouldn’t wake up! And I just couldn’t get back to sleep after listening to you and John.” She clapped her hands over her mouth. “Oh gosh. Now I’m doubly embarrassed. I didn’t mean to listen in!”

  Jemma’s eyes twinkled. Sometimes humans couldn’t help but spill their guts in the presence of a faerie. It was always enjoyable to witness a staunchly moral person cave in to their desires.

  “Don’t worry about it, babe. It’s actually kind of hot knowing you were getting worked up over us.” Jemma opened another drawer and found an open pack of batteries. She passed them to Lizzy, and let her fingers linger on the other woman’s hand. “Need any other help?”

  Lizzy gulped. She ran her tongue over her lips, and darted her eyes around the room. Jemma tried not to look like a cat with a mouse between its paws. She slid her hand up Lizzy’s arm, and gently massaged her shoulder. When the woman didn’t move, she stepped closer.

  “We did say Vegas rules, didn’t we?” Jemma asked softly.

  “We did,” Lizzy giggled. She breathed heavily, and set the vibrator on the counter.

  “Will you show me what you how you were feeling, listening to us fuck through the wall?” Jemma asked huskily. She put her hands around Lizzy’s waist, and let her thumbs graze her soft skin just under the hem of her shirt. She gazed at Lizzy through thick eyelashes.

  “Jemma!” Lizzy hesitated. She licked her lips and looked around frantically. “I’ve never been with a woman before,” she whispered.

  “Neither have I,” Jemma confessed. It wasn’t strictly true. She’d been with both male and female faeries before settling down with John. But neither had been with human companions. She let a little of her magic flow through her, shaking out her hair to spread it around. Jemma saw Lizzy’s eyes darken, and knew she smelled something intoxicating and irresistible.

  Lizzy licked her lips again, but the nervous gesture had turned into one of lust. She breathed heavy, and her breasts heaved between the women. She didn’t protest when Jemma closed the space between them and planted her lips on hers.

  Jemma grasped Lizzy’s face between her hands, and delicately kissed her lips. She swept her tongue over her lower lip, imploring Lizzy to open for her. When she did, Jemma slipped her tongue inside and white heat spread through her body in a rush.

  Lizzy tasted of berries and decadence. She was softer than kissing John, more giving than his manly hardness. But there was more softness than just Lizzy’s lips that she wanted to feel.

  Her hands still on her waist, Jemma hooked her thumbs under the hem of the cute little shorts Lizzy wore. She rolled them over her wide hips and gorgeous ass, and let shorts and panties drop to the ground.

  “Jemma!” Lizzy squealed in mock admonishment.

  “Lizzy!” Jemma teased back, crowding the girl into the table behind her. She kissed her neck, her collarbone. Lizzy’s nipples were hard through her thin shirt, and Jemma rubbed her hands lightly over her large breasts. She wanted to take those stiff little points in her mouth.

  Patience, she told herself. Patience.

  She kissed Lizzy again, taking her time to nibble at the girl’s lips. She teased her with her tongue, let her think she had control, then wrested away any protest with swift movements that left her wanting more. It was a seduction and by the time Jemma pulled back, Lizzy’s eyes were dark with need.

  Jemma urged Lizzy onto the table, then turned,
and popped open the end of Lizzy’s toy to slip a new set of batteries in the compartment. She handed it back to Lizzy with a smile. “Here you go.”

  Lizzy’s hands shook as she took the toy. She bit her lower lip and pressed a button. The toy started buzzing, and she moved it between her legs. Her beautiful little cunt was shaved and pink and already wet.

  “Do you want me to watch you?” Jemma asked slowly. “Watch what you wanted to do while listening to John and I fuck?”

  Lizzy nodded, her eyes wide, and moved the buzzing toy to her clit. She used the spur like a heat seeking missile to find her throbbing clit. Her hips jumped at the first touch, and she let her head fall back.

  Jemma bit back a groan. This was what faeries were meant to do, and she had cast it aside as some silly rite of passage. She was meant to help this girl lose her inhibitions and bring pleasure like she’d never known. The flush on Lizzy’s cheeks spread down her chest and under her shirt. Her musky scent filled the air.

  Unable to resist, Jemma pulled Lizzy’s light tank top down, exposing her breasts to the air. The little pink nipples beaded under her gaze. She bent lower, and Lizzy’s eyes shot open at her first lick.

  “What are you doing?” Lizzy asked hoarsely.

  “I just wanted to see you. Then I wanted to taste you.” Jemma answered with a thumb rubbing over the sensitive skin. Her nipples hardened to peaks under her touch. Jemma felt her own press hard against her shirt. She bent again, and kissed a hot trail across Lizzy’s collarbone.

  Lizzy’s eyes fluttered closed again, and she was lost between the feel of her vibrating toy and Jemma’s hot mouth. She pressed another button and the buzzing grew louder. Jemma grinned. The girl was putty in her hands, and she had to admit it made her feel powerful. It was an intoxicating feeling to have someone so needy for her touch.

  Jemma leaned down again, and took Lizzy’s nipple in her mouth. She suckled at her nipples, lashing them over and over with her tongue. She watched Lizzy slide her toy up and down her cunt and clit, and timed her tongue to flick over her nipples just as the toy buzzed over her clit. Lizzy’s breath turned to quick pants. Jemma moaned softly.