Her Fae Lovers

Worrying her lip, Lola glanced over at Merrow as they drove. Her mind on what Annwn had told her. Merrow’s nephew was trapped in a box. She had taken that box to Erik’s shop with Merrow and Puca’s help.

How the other woman had hinted that Erik was fae. Lola wasn’t quiet, sure what that meant, but she intended to find out. She and google had a date tonight, well if she could get free of her fae men.

“You okay?” he asked, and Merrow looked over at her with a sad smile.

“I am, I just wish there was something I could do to help my sister and her child.” Merrow said with a sigh. “I know I can not interfere, that good things would not come from it.”

“I wish I could help you Merrow, I don’t understand how things work with the fae.” Lola said as she pulled the car into the parking space in front of her apartment.

“Lets get you in so you can get some rest.” Merrow said. One day she would understand their ways. Til then, he knew he’d work on teaching her. He still wanted to take her to their home so she could relax and let them take care of her as she had been taking care of them.

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Bodach flopped onto the couch with a sigh. Puca lay sprawled beside him, his body relaxed as he looked out the window towards the dark starlit sky.All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

He was glad that the other man had given into him. He always enjoyed taking a whip to him on the rare times that Puca give up control. The way that he’d suck in a breath through clenched teeth, how he’d fight him. Made Bodach anticipate the experience of taking Puca once more.

He was able to get the other man in that state, and it was one that he always treasured. He’d never tell anyone, Bodach knew that Puca wouldn’t be able to admit that he secretly loved giving up control.

Leaning forward, he swiped the remote control from the coffee table. The plastic smooth and strange in his hands as he pressed the soft button. Watching the television flare to life, Lola had already shown him and the others how to navigate onto what she called the Netflix.

He scrolled through the movies, looking at the pictures. Finally, coming across one that looked interesting. The dark cover featured a man with a hat and blood on the screen.

Bodach pressed play and leaned back as the opening credits started.

“Previously on the Walk-”

“Why are we watching this?” Puca asked as he rolled his head across the back of the couch, looking at Bodach.

“It looked interesting. Lola likes it.”

“Can’t we just enjoy the silence?” Puca asked as he stretched his legs out.

“You didn’t get enough quiet in the box?”

“The box didn’t have Lola. Just sitting her in her home, it’s enough. In our prison, I couldn’t escape you or the others. Now I’m afraid to be without you.” Puca said, dragging his fingers through his hair. “I know that I’d never be without Merrow, but you and Lu.”

“Lu won’t be going anywhere.”

“And you?” Puca asked.

“I’ll follow Lola where ever she leads. I guess that means your stuck with me.” Bodach said with a wide grin. Watching the way the other man relaxed, his hands resting on the cushion beside Bodach’s legs.

The door opened and Bodach looked towards the sound as Lola and Merrow stepped inside the apartment.

“You started it without me.” Lola said with a pout as she kicked off her shoes and hurried to sit on the couch between both men. Puca moved his arm to the back of the couch and Lola relaxed against him as Bodach took her hand in his.

“Not fair.” Merrow said with a pout as he crossed his arms over his chest, flopping into the chair by the window.

“You’ve had her all day and most of yesterday.” Puca said as he twirled a strand of her hair around his finger, giving it a gentle tug.

“Doesn’t mean I have to like it.” Merrow grumbled, turning to look at the screen, as zombies attacked the main character. “On that, I’m heading to bed.”

“It’s not real.” Lola said as he walked by.

“Doesn’t make me feel any less… Creeped out.” Merrow said, chuckling as he shed his clothing before walking back to Lola’s bedroom.

She looked back to the screen, “Oh, some popcorn would be nice.” Lola said, pushing herself to stand. Moving into the kitchen. Bodach looked over at Puca, his hand snaking out to touch the other man’s bare chest.

“Are you trying to start something?” Puca asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Maybe I am.” He said with a smirk as he looked back towards to the screen. Bodach scrapped his nail over Puca’s nipple, smirking as the other man drew in a breath as he plucked at the hardened peak. He pulled his hand away as Lola came back into the room, a fresh bowl of hot popcorn held in her hands.

She sat between the two men, grabbing the remote and unpausing the show. Lola reached down and grabbed a few of the buttery kernels and popped them into her mouth.

She looked over at Puca as he leaned closer, “Did you want some?” She asked.

He nodded, his gaze flickering from the popcorn to her lips, and she wasn’t sure which he wanted. Her kiss or the salty buttery goodness.

Lola picked up a few of the kernels and held them out to him. His fingers trailed up her wrist as he dragged them closer to his mouth. His tongue darting out to take one of the offered puffed kernels.

Shivering, Lola looked up at him as he chewed the fluffy morsel. The way his Adam’s apple bobbed. She was filled with the desire to nibble on the delicate flesh of his throat. Her throat tightened as she felt a coiling sensation low in the pit of her stomach.

“I think Bodach would like some too.” He said, his voice a husky whisper.

Biting her lip, Lola turned and looked over at Bodach and picked up a piece of popcorn. The butter oil making her fingers slick as she held it out to him.

His pupils dilated as he held her wrist, much like how Puca had done. His teeth nipped at her fingertips as he took the offering into his mouth. Lola felt her vaginal walls clench in anticipation.

“Tastes good?” Puca said as he moved the bowl from Lola’s lap and pressed his body against hers. “Doesn’t it?”

“Mmm mm, I know something that tastes better.”

“What’s that?” Lola asked, feeling the heat of her blush spread across the tops of her cheeks at the closeness of both men.