Her Fae Lovers

Chapter 5

Chapter Five

Lola frowned as she filled the kettle at the tap and then placed it on the stove. She turned on the burner as she tried to collect her thoughts. Maybe this was all a very vivid hallucination, even though her guests claimed it wasn’t. She pulled out two boxes of tea and bit her bottom lip, looking between both small boxes.

Peppermint tea or Earl Grey, which would they prefer? She wished she had some chamomile. She could do with a little bit of relaxation.

Merrow came and leaned his hip against the counter, pushing his white-blonde hair over his shoulder as he watched Lola looking between the two boxes. He pushed away from the counter to look over her shoulder, and Lola was acutely aware of his body against hers. He smelled like the fresh waves of the ocean.

“I don’t think we want to drink something made of man, I’d go with the peppermint one,” Merrow whispered in her ear as he rested his hands on her hips. Smirking as she shivered.

“Hands, buddy,” Lola growled in warning as she slammed the boxes down on the counter and turned to look up at him, he took a half step back. Still much too close for her tastes. “You guys need to learn to keep your hands to yourself.

“Tis been a long time since any of us has laid with a woman. Especially one who is such a beauty as you,” Merrow said, his voice husky as his pupils dilated. His sea-green eyes searched her deep emerald ones.

“Well, it’ll be a bit longer still, I’ve got no plans to sleep with any of you.” Lola’s cheeks heated up as she looked up at him. She hadn’t missed the compliment on her looks, and it made her stomach feel like it was full of butterflies.

“You sure about that, Ghra?” Merrow said as he smirked down at Lola. His eyes twinkling with mischief and promises of something she didn’t have a name for.

“Stop hogging her all to yourself, Merrow,” Bodach said as he came into the small kitchen and Lola felt the room heating up. She didn’t know if it was the stove or the two beautiful men that stood before her. Merrow stepped back with a glare towards Bodach. Maybe it was the tension between these two? Judging by their clothing, they had been trapped in that box for a long time. Who was she to judge?

Lola turned back towards the counter and busied herself pulling out her mismatched tea set. One day she would have one like Erik’s til then she would make do with the small cups painted with cheerful daisies and morning glories.

Filling the teapot up with boiling water, she tossed in a few tea bags, sitting it onto the tray. She planned to take it into the living room. Lola didn’t look at the two men shooting daggers back and forth as she lifted the heavy tray in her arms and grimaced at the pain in her shoulder.

Frowning, she realized she must have hit the wall harder than she first thought.

Lola winced at the pain stabbing through her shoulder as she picked up the wooden tray. She sat it back down quickly. Rolling her shoulders before lifting it again.

“You’re still hurt?” Bodach asked as he caught the grimace marring her pretty features. He glared over at Merrow before stepping closer to her.

“It’s fine, I’ll ice it later.” She said turning to take the tray into the living room and to get away from the tension she felt between the two men.

“Let me,” Bodach said, stepping forward to take the tray from her hands. Lola released it as he pulled the tray closer to his broad chest.

“Thank you,” Lola said, looking up at him. She had never seen a person with crimson eyes before and she bit her lip, studying him. His eyes were larger than a normal person’s, his features almost delicate with a slightly squared jawline.

“It’s my pleasure,” he said, his lips tilting in a smirk as he caught her admiring glance. Something tightened low in her stomach, a blush rising in her cheeks at the way he said pleasure.

What type of spell were these creatures weaving?

Lola turned to look at Merrow, and he raised an eyebrow at her as he crossed his muscular arms across his chest. She moved away, all but running into the living room as Bodach sat the tray onto the coffee table in front of Lu.

“Merrow suggested mint tea,” Lola said, the words coming out faster than she meant them too.

“Aye,” he said, sitting beside Lu on her small couch, “Better than a tea of Earl Grey.”

“You drink tea made of flesh?” Puca said, his lip curling in disgust.

“It’s just named after him, not made from him. We’re not cannibals.” Lola said as she handed Puca one of the delicate teacups. “Well, I mean, some humans are. None around here that I know of, maybe the guy in 3B.”

Lu gave her a look and she held up her hands.

“I’m just kidding. I doubt Sam would let in any tenants like that.”

“Tis good to know, go halainn.” Puca said, breathing in the steam from his tea. A soft sigh of pleasure escaping his lips, making Lola’s eyes widen. She didn’t understand why her body was responding to them the way it was. Was it because they were fae? Was this some super secret power they possessed?

Lola grabbed a plush floor cushion and sat down, looking at the men that filled her small living room. She had the strange feeling of other-worldliness again as she took in their clothing. It was so out of place in her modern apartment. They stood out from her colorful aesthetic in their leather trousers that looked soft to the touch. Shirts that didn’t look soft though, she knew they were. Lola’s eyebrows scrunched together. How was she supposed to get them out of her apartment?