Iron Shot And Silver Moon
an excerpt

[You know what they say, when all else fails write smut. :) ]

Clive and I didn’t move a muscle for several minutes before I picked up a faint lilting music coming from the hill. It started off as something that I could barely detect at the edges of my hearing, but moment by moment it started to get louder. Even as faint as it was, it was all I could hear. It drowned out the noises that they Fey folk were making around me and all I wanted to do was listen to it forever.
I took a tentative step forward towards the hill. If I could get closer, then maybe I could hear the music better. I wasn’t even paying attention to my surroundings or the situation I’d put myself into. It wasn’t until Clive took a firm grip on my arm that I noticed I wasn’t alone.
“What are ye doing lass? I told ye not to go moving about.”
“But can’t you hear it Clive. The music. It’s so beautiful. It’s coming from right over there. I just wanted to get a bit closer. That’s all. Just let me get a little bit closer.”
“Lass there is no music. It’s a Fey trick to get ye to do something stupid. Now snap out of it.”
“But I can hear it. I know it’s real. Why can’t you hear it? If we just go over that way I know you’ll be able to hear it.”
I began to walk away, pulling him along, but Clive dug in his heels and grabbed my other arm. He shook me like a rag doll and let go of one arm long enough to slap me hard across the face.
“Snap out of it lass. They’re just trying to trick ye.”
I starred at Clive in shock. He’d hit me plenty of times when we were sparring, but that was part of my training. This was the first time he’d ever laid a hand on me in anger. It made my blood boil and my pulse was pounding in my ears. If I’d been a cartoon character, I would have turned fire engine red and had steam pouring out of my ears.
But I didn’t hear the music anymore. And that had been the whole point I think. I could forgive him then for slapping me if it was done to save me from doing something extremely foolish.
I think I was blushing furiously by the way my skin felt hot and itchy. I ducked my head and looked away from Clive. He must have thought that the danger was over and let go of my arm.
“I’m sorry Clive. It just seemed so real that I didn’t think. I mean I couldn’t think of anything else but that music. I should have known. I mean it’s not the first time unearthly beautiful music has been heard by travelers and attributed to the Fey.”
“It’s not yer fault lass. Ye’re only mortal.”
He chuckled at that and it seemed that the laughter was infectious because soon I was laughing too. I’d forgotten all about the possibly hostile Fey surrounding us. But they hadn’t forgotten us. Soon our laughter was punctuated with the sound of one pair of hands clapping very slowly.
We turned around and faced the hill where a door seemed to have opened and a very tall, very pale man walked out. He was the one clapping. He was dressed in some sort of tight breeches and a shirt and vest combo that were probably brown or black though they were simply dark splotches in the moonless clearing.
But his skin and hair made up for that. They were white. Like the white of fresh snow. He was so white he seemed luminescent. It was if the moon had come down to visit inside the form of this man. In short, he glowed. I couldn’t tell if that was just the natural way of him, or if this was another Fey glamourie meant to trick me for some reason.
As he came closer I could tell he was just gorgeous. I mean like get a room gorgeous. If I hadn’t been there with Clive I might very well have jumped him like a horny dog. Yeah. It’s safe to say that he was any woman’s wet dream.
He was tall, but given that he was a Sidhe, that was natural. He was also graceful like a dancer. The way he walked across the clearing towards us reminded me of leopards on the Discovery Channel.
As he got closer I could make out the details of his face and it became even harder to restrain myself from knocking him down and having at him right then and there. Maybe this was a sign I needed to get laid more often. His face was all high cheekbones and full, kissable lips and smoldering eyes. Oddly, they were the only thing about him that wasn’t white. They were a color so dark it might have been brown or black or very deep blue. It wouldn’t know until we got somewhere with light.
My preference would have been romantic candle light in a nice secluded room with a sturdy lock on the door so that no one could bother us. I started to imagine all of the possibilities that that scenario could afford us and I just knew that a sappy smile was plastered on my face. But I didn’t care. It was one hell of a fantasy, and the vision was shattered the moment Clive opened his mouth.
“I’d thank ye to stop whatever it is ye’re doing to the lass here to make her so moon eyed over ye. We’ve come here on some rather serious business and don’t have a lot of time to be wasting on tricks and glamour.”
“You’re just as charming as I’ve been told. But who is this alluring creature you brought with you? She almost looks like she’s Kin.”
“We’ll be going about names here in a bit. We’d like to see someone in charge if ye don’t mind.”
“Ah, but how do you know that isn’t me?”
“No ruler in their right mind comes out to great strangers in the middle of the night, even in Death. You’re just a messenger.”
I couldn’t believe Clive. He’d told me to let him do the talking but it seemed like he was bent on antagonizing the Fey before we’d even gotten past the gate. It wasn’t like him at all. I gave him a look that said I was appalled by his behavior. He either didn’t notice or didn’t care.
I took a step forward towards the Sidhe man in front of us and extended my hand to shake with his. He looked at me and smiled and I nearly melted on the spot, but I smiled back and resisted the temptation to tear his clothes off.
A part of me couldn’t really understand my behavior. I hadn’t acted this way with Enver. But he’d been about as friendly as a block of ice. But he was just as attractive in his own way. The other part of me wasn’t worrying about anything except getting Moon man away from prying eyes so I could do all sorts of fun things with him.
The Sidhe took my hand in his own and caressed it just slightly with his thumb before raising it up and leaning down to kiss it. If I thought I was on fire before, now I was going positively super nova. There was something in his smile as he straightened up from my hand that promised a world of pleasure to the right woman.
“I am Rhevil and I am at your service my lady for the duration of your stay in our territory. Anything you need I shall provide. Anything at all.”
It was difficult getting my mouth and brain to work together to form coherent words, but I managed to pull myself together. I didn’t want to sound like an idiot even though I felt a little like one at the moment. It seems that all good common sense had fled my brain when faced with this amazingly beautiful man.
“My name is Savannah. Thank you Rhevil for your kind words and your hospitality.”
He let my hand go and I reluctantly let it fall to my side. The feel of his skin touching mine was like a drug. All I wanted was more of it. In my focus on Rhevil, I’d completely forgotten that Clive was there or that we were surrounded by a ring of Fey folk.
I glanced over at Clive and he had this black look on his face that would have probably promised murder if all the inhabitants of this land weren’t dead already. I didn’t think that this was going to go very well unless something happened to break him out of his black mood. I reached out and touched him on the arm and he looked over at me. After a moment he smoothed his face into something more neutral, but I wasn’t fooled for a moment. He was still furious about something, though I couldn’t for the life of me figure out what it was.