Chapter Ten: Clark Endless
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There had been many low points in my life. Most all involved Emma Endless. I was not her brother, but I had been raised alongside of her, as near a sibling as I could possibly be without having blood. I was two years-older than her. There was not a moment in my life that Emma hadn’t been by my side or following far along.
Now, she was married to the faerie King himself, Oberon. I had lost my chance. A chance that I had never had to begin with. Now, all I wanted to do was to get wasted. Which was exactly what I was doing.
I was back in England, at my family’s estate. I didn’t stay there normally, but after what happened with Emma, I wanted to be close to by. Also, to forget everything by numbing the pain with my family’s expensive wine.
“How are you still here?” Bradley asked.
“I never call off work. I have a million vacation hours. They won’t care that I’m here. In fact, they’d be more concerned that I was there. They’ve been telling me for years that I’m stressed.”
“Huh,” Bradley took a sip of a nearby wine bottle, “never would have thought that. Is there a specific reason you’re taking multiple days off work to get drunk on expensive chardonnay?”
“Not a chardonnay,” I replied, “didn’t care what it was. All I cared was that I was getting drunk.”
“But you didn’t answer the important question.”
“Ah,” I put my wine glass down on the wooden table in front of me. We were in my family’s library, where I had spent the past week reading. “Well, as you’ve probably deduced, I have…”
Bradley stared at me intently. “You can say it, you know. Louisa knows. I know. Emma knows, but she’s too polite to say anything about it. But you…. you had an unusual upbringing. We found you in the woods. We don’t know who your family is. But Emma came along shortly after, and you might as well have been connected at the hip. The moment you saw her, it was like Emma became part of you.”
I sighed. “I’m horrible. I shouldn’t want her. She belongs to someone else, she’s always belonged to someone else. When she did fall in love, she didn’t even fall in love with me. She fell in love with a children’s fantasy author. Who writes terrible, inaccurate, books about dragons.”
“Young Adult,” Bradley corrected.
“What’s the difference?” I asked.
“Emma explained it to me once. Apparently young adult is teen,” said Bradley, “although there’s also a whole other genre called New Adult that is like adult junior? I don’t know. I don’t understand it. Usually when Emma starts publishing books, I start tuning her out. I’ll never understand what you or her, see in those volumes. They’re the most boring thing in the world.”
“They’re a way to explore the world,” I explained, “perhaps reading a book about Paris is never as realistic about Paris but because she was never going to see Paris, the books were the most important thing in the world to her.”
Bradley stared at me. “You really do love her, don’t you?”
“Unfortunately,” I said, crossing my arms over my chest, “more than you can know. But she’s trapped with Oberon, and there’s nothing that I can do about it. Besides, I don’t think that she feels the same way for me.”
Bradley took another sip from the wine bottle. “I don’t know if that’s true. Emma…well, she’s never been able to explore her feelings for anyone else. She’s always, always had the threat of Oberon hanging over her head. If she didn’t show you any attention, it’s because she was afraid too.”
“Do you think she loves me?” I asked.
Bradley laughed. “I’m not the person to ask, mate. I don’t know what goes on in my sister’s head. I thought that she was crazy when she gave up her inheritance. But I think, if you want her, that you should fight for her. I’ve got a bargaining chip if you’re interested.”
“Bargaining chip?” I looked at Bradley, with suspicion. “What did you do?”
He shrugged. “I’m a thief. I steal things. How else do you think I’ve managed to survive for so long? The faeries have taken advantage of us for far too long. Emma deserves her shot at freedom, at happiness. I’ll do what ever it takes to make that happen. Even if it means stealing from them.”
“Brother, what have you stolen?” I shouldn’t have asked. Whatever Bradley was about to tell me, I was certain that it would end up with one or both of us in trouble. It was how things usually worked with the two of us.
For as long as I could remember, I had been Bradley’s shadow, following him wherever I went. That usually wound up with me in some sort of trouble.
On my eighteenth birthday, Bradley had taken me into faerie. We had found ourselves lost, in the woods, when two female faeries had appeared. They had both been wearing white, Grecian, style robes. Togas.
Togas that left very little to the imagination.
The girls laughed and danced around us before pulling us into the woods.
“Who are you?” the taller of the two asked me. “You don’t look human.”
“He’s human,” said Bradley, “I should know. I’ve grown up with him. Unfortunately.”
The faerie girls looked at each other, in silent conversation, before they both tore their robes off revealing their creamy, white, flesh in all of its glory.
Bradley gripped my shoulder tightly with his hand. “Holy shite!”
Bradley went one way with one of the girls, I went another, being tugged along by a naked girl who was grabbing me by the collar of my shirt. “I shouldn’t do this,” I protested.
“But you should,” the fae girl said, “you need this. I can feel the energy buzzing inside you. If you don’t release it somehow, you might explode. Besides, it’s our duty to help you. You…there’s something…. special about you that I can’t quite put my finger on. That’s alright though, by the time we’re through, I’ll have put my fingers all over you.” She traced a single, long, finger down my chest, then started to pull off my shirt.
I found myself undressed, naked, on the floor of the forest with an entrancing woman who was more than willing to let me make her mine there on the forest floor. But every time she touched me, I could not get Emma’s face out of my head.
Every time the faerie touched me, I saw Emma’s dark hair, her green eyes. It was her I wanted to be with, her I wanted to claim. “No.” I jerked away from the woman’s caresses.
“No?” the woman looked confused. “You want this. You need this. I can tell. I can feel your arousal. You are pulsating with it.”
“Not with you. Not like this.” I shook my head. “The only one I want is Emma.”
She smirked. “So, let me be Emma. But you do need this. I don’t think you realize quite what you are…. who you are…but if you don’t release some of that…energy, shall we say, you’ll scare off your darling Emma just by looking at her.” She blinked her eyes, and it was no longer a strange faerie woman in the woods looking at me.
It was, instead, Emma. My Emma. Looking back at me with green eyes that had haunted my dreams my entire life. “Clark?” Even her voice was the same. Sweet, innocent, and oh how I needed her.
She was naked before me, exactly as I had imagined. She removed my shirt, slowly from me, and kissed me. Tentatively. Innocently. I ran my hands through her dark hair, deepening the kiss. I rolled her over, so that it was her in underneath me.
She smiled, sweetly, as she undid my pants.
“I’ve wanted this for so long,” she whispered, “you’re the only one for me. Take me, Clark. Take me.”
The pants came off. I was naked, on the forest floor, with the girl that I had loved my entire life. It took everything in my power not to f**k her full force, without even taking the time to make her feel good.
I trailed kisses down her neck and put my hands in between her thighs. “I’m going to make you feel good, Emma,” I kissed her in between her breasts, on her stomach, “I promise.”
I played with her folds, stroking her. Stroking her until she arched up, her hips wriggling in underneath me. Her breath was coming out in small pants, making me even more aroused. My c**k pulsed against her thigh, and I groaned.
“I want to be inside you,” I said, “I need you now. But first I want to taste you.”
I lowered myself down and I licked her center, a shudder escaping her, making her entire body shake. She was salty, slick, wet from my touch and I wanted to have it forever on my lips. I came up, and finally, I pushed my c**k into her center.
I thrusted, and thrusted, and thrusted, skin slapping against skin with each movement. A grunt rolled through me, and I bit down on her shoulder making Emma cry out. A laugh escaped her, and in a single moment, it was no longer Emma that I was looking at.
The faerie woman was back in my arms. Any elation, any rush that I had felt from being with her vanished. “Feel better, little Prince?” she said, reaching up to stroke my cheek. I thrust into her deeply again, harder, and harder, until I collapsed against her naked form.
All initiated by Bradley. Bradley and his need for adventure. For trouble. Whatever Bradley had up his sleeve, it would surely not end well. I had spent my whole life yearning for Emma, longing for her, and if I had a shot at making her mine, I would do whatever it took. Even with whatever hair brained scheme Bradley had up his sleeve.
“This won’t be good,” I said, “what’s your plan?”
“Blackmail,” Bradley answered, “I stole something from Oberon. Something I know he would do anything to get back. Emma wouldn’t do anything, because she was worried about me getting hurt. But you’re a little bit more desperate, I think.”
“What did you steal, Bradley?”
He grinned. “It’s not a what. It’s a who.”
“Kidnapping?” My face was appalled. “Bradley, who did you kidnap?”
“Tatiana.”
“The Queen?”
He nodded. “She was cursed by Oberon, yes, but Tatiana is still a source of power for him. The closer she is, the more powerful he is. Without her, he is weaker. He’d do whatever is necessary to get her back. Including give up Emma.”
“Do you really think so? Emma already made a deal with him. She has to give him an heir, but she doesn’t have to be his wife. What if trying something like this makes it worse for her?”
“I think Emma having to have a baby with a man she doesn’t love is far worse,” Bradley replied, “the only reason that Emma is involved with this is because of our grandfathers mistake. If it hadn’t been for him, Emma never would have had to be with Oberon. If we do this, we would simply be doing the right thing. That’s all.”
“I don’t want to make things worse for her.”
“We won’t,” Bradley said, “trust me, I’ll die before that happens. If anything, we’ll be making things better for her. Emma has spent her whole life bound to that prick. She deserves better.”
“Am I the right one for her, though? What about Ben Taylor? Shouldn’t we involve him?”
Bradley shrugged. “That is up to you. As far as whether or not you’re the right one for Emma, that I don’t know. She did seem to genuinely love Ben, from what I could tell. But do this for her, and you’ll be one step closer to deserving her.”
“Right. Right.” I ran a hand through my red hair, feeling a bit more confident, although I couldn’t be sure whether or not that was the alcohol talking. I had had so much wine that when the morning came, I might regret agreeing to having done anything with him.
Or maybe not. Because it involved Emma, and surely if it meant making her life better it wouldn’t be nearly as bad as I was making it out to be.
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