Leprechaun's Kiss: Leprechaun, #1

By Ember-Raine Winters

Aisling's life was in shambles. She lost her job and caught her fiancé with another man, but that wasn't going to stop her from going to Ireland.

Kingston, a Leprechaun, was destined to sit by the Blarney stone until he found his mate. He made a horrible mistake when he met Aisling. This wasn't how mating happened. A chance encounter in a pub thrusts them together unexpectedly.

New revelations about her murky past have Aisling questioning everything. As Aisling learns to use her new powers, darkness descends, and it will take both of them to defeat it.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Ember-Raine Winters
• Release date: Feb 2, 2021
• ISBN: 9781393494492

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CHAPTER ONE

AISLING

It was the worst day of my life. My only solace was the fact that Greg and I were supposed to leave on our two-week long vacation to Ireland the next day. My boss decided he didn’t want to pay me if I wasn’t working and fired me from the job of my dreams. I had worked my way up from the bottom of the marketing ladder to be one of the top marketing executives in the entire firm. Between the destination wedding to Rome in a couple months and the vacation I was taking the next day, he said I wasn’t serious enough about my career and he needed someone who wouldn’t take off on a whim. I mean, really? I had been planning both the vacation and my wedding for months, but it didn’t matter. I was apparently flighty and unfocused. Fuck him! I knew I was the best he had; there was no way he was going to find someone as good as me that easily. He would be begging for me to take my job back.

I was sitting in my little Mini Cooper trying to compose myself before I went in, poured a huge glass of wine, and told Greg about my problem, well our problem. Greg was a struggling musician and he didn’t have a job. He said it was because he knew if he got a job, then his music would suffer. If I said anything against his music, he would snap and say I wasn’t supportive. Yet, I went to every show and I supported him financially.

Taking a cleansing breath, I stepped from the car. I hadn’t noticed the sleek black Mercedes sitting on the curb before. That was a testament to how upset I was. I always noticed the details like that. The car belonged to the drummer in his band, and I rubbed my temples realizing there would be no peaceful night ahead of me. They were probably drunk and playing video games instead of trying to write music like he said he did all day.

Walking into the house, I noticed something was off immediately. There were men’s clothes trailing from the living room down to the hallway. What the fuck? There was a steady thump, thump, thump coming from the bedroom. The door was slightly open and I could see the tan expanse of a well-muscled back as it rocked back and forth into something. Looking down I noticed a firm ass and legs that had a light dusting of dark hair, the muscles were flexing with each thrust. I almost didn’t enter, and I probably should have run. I definitely shouldn’t have pushed the door open further when I heard the masculine grunt that definitely didn’t belong to the man laying down naked on my bed. It was… holy fuck! It’s Greg. At the sudden realization, I threw the door open and banged it against the wall. Mike, the drummer in Greg’s band, never even slowed his punishing pace. I watched in morbid fascination as Greg laid over the bed with his ass in the air. One hand fisted the sheets as the other pulled back and forth on his cock. He moaned and groaned in ecstasy. Fuck, Mike. I’m gonna fucking come so hard.

What did I fucking tell you? Mike reached up and pulled Greg’s hair back savagely. You don’t fucking come until I do. He placed a bruising kiss on Greg’s lips biting his bottom lip, and then pushed his head back to the mattress before pounding into his ass harder than I thought possible.

I was frozen in place as I watched the man I was about to marry get dominated by another man. I had no idea why I couldn’t move. I felt like a voyeur as I watched. The sense of betrayal didn’t take away from how turned on I was from the scene. A strangled noise left my throat and I froze. Mike didn’t act like he heard me at all, but I knew he did. Greg’s head whipped to the side and his brown eyes went wide as Mike continued his bruising pace.

You want to join us, Ash? Mike laughed cruelly. If not, why don’t you get naked and let me look at you while I come in your fiancé’s ass. He’s so tight. C’mon over here and give him a hand?

Mike, that’s enough, Greg growled.

Shut the fuck up until I’m done. Mike slapped Greg on the ass, hard.

Why the fuck can’t I move? Why am I just standing here watching this? I asked myself. A little slutty voice inside my head taunted me, because you love it. You want to join in but you’re scared. It makes you hot as hell. I shook my head to clear it and finally the dam broke. Without even thinking about the consequences, I started launching books from the nearby bookshelf at the men.

Shit, Ash, what the hell are you doing? Greg yelled as his arms went over his head in a defensive position as Mike ripped his dick out of my fiancé’s ass—damn, that had to hurt—while one of my old heavy-duty marketing textbooks from college hit Mike in the forehead. They both ducked by the bed dodging every hard cover book I had on my bookshelf that was within reach.

Get the fuck out, I screamed. Both of you get the fuck out and don’t fucking come back.

Baby, please don’t do this. Greg was on his knees still waiting for the next book to start flying.

Don’t do this? Me? You’re getting dicked in the ass by another dude on my bed! What the fuck did you think was gonna happen?

I know what I was hoping would happen, Mike said eyeing me with interest. Bile crept up my throat and burned the back of it.

Shut the fuck up, Mike, I roared. What the fuck are you even still doing here?

Looks like my boy might need a ride. He shrugged.

"I think you already did that. Now fucking leave."

I moved to the other side of the bookshelf and picked up a dictionary, holding it threateningly and they both finally sprinted, completely naked and probably with a massive case of blue balls, collecting their clothes as they moved.

Come on, Ash. You know I love you.

The fuck you do, I whispered brokenly before shutting the door and sliding down to my butt and sobbing for the first time since I walked in the house. How could he do this to me?

CHAPTER TWO

AISLING

Despite the disaster that my life had become, I still got on the plane and headed to Ireland. I mean honestly what else did I have to do? The trip had already been paid for, and clearly my current life needed a break—or a redo. After losing my job and finding out my fiancé was… whatever he was… I was done with adulting for a while. My early twenties had been spent going to college to get a career, which had just been ripped from my grasp. I deserved to have some fun. I wanted to go get drunk in one of the most beautiful places in the world and be wild for a change. I’d been boringly responsible my whole life, and so far, it’d gotten me zilch.

Ireland was in my blood; there’d always been a deep-seated calling. Once the plane landed and I looked out over the lush green landscape, I had every intention of experiencing everything it had to offer. Damn the consequences. Life started now.

The minute I dropped my stuff off in the cutest little B&B in Blarney, I left to explore. It was colder than I thought it would be, but I was from the Midwest, so I was used to the biting chill. I walked in a daze taking in all the beauty around me as I made my way to the one thing that had always piqued my interest. The history of the Blarney Stone was legend, and as I reached the castle, I found myself getting excited, literally goosebumps running down my arms.

Walking through Blarney Castle, the history steeped in the very walls called to me, but the most amazing part was still waiting at the top of the battlements, and I barely contained hopping up and down in excitement the closer I got.

There were stories about it being the stone of destiny, one of the most powerful magical artifacts of all time, and I was literally minutes away from touching my lips to it. I wondered what would happen when I kissed it. Would I see a vision or would my destiny change into something magical? I laughed at myself deciding I had been reading too many fantasy books.

It was finally my turn to kiss the stone. Looking down I secured my hands against the bars and tried desperately not to look down at the ground below as I leaned back and touched my lips to the cool stone.

Fireworks went off behind my eyes as visions of the most beautiful rugged man I had ever seen flitted through my mind. His jet-black hair curled slightly at the ends and his green eyes sparkled like emeralds. Those amazing eyes, as I looked closer, were actually two colors. The iris looked to be split between the brightest green and the deepest blue right through the middle. In the vision, he appeared to be laughing, when another person walked into the scene. It was me, but at the same time it wasn’t me. I couldn’t put my finger on what was different, but I knew deep down it was me in the vision and I was meant for him. As the vision faded he reached down smiling wickedly and kissed not me with such passion my arms dropped off the bars and I felt myself falling. The attendant began yelling and grasping for my arms to place them against the support bars just before it was out of reach. People were screaming then a huge man grabbed me under my arms and hoisted me effortlessly back onto the parapet.

Aye, lass, are you okay? he asked with concern as he set me on my feet.

Yes, thank you, you saved my life. I don’t know what I can do to thank you.

Just tell me what you saw. He smiled knowingly.

My destiny.

CHAPTER THREE

KINGSTON

Watching the Blarney stone is one of the most tedious things I’ve done in my life. Mortals come from all over the world to kiss the stone so they can find true love. Ha, that’s laughable! The stone helps one to find love, but it was never meant for mortals, and the person kissing it has to actually believe in the power for it to work. It’s meant for us, the immortals who are native to Ireland, long before the Celts arrived. Folklore calls us Leprechauns, but we are no different than any other fae, well except we are born human and turn immortal during our first transition. Our ancestors created clans instead of kingdoms and once humans started fearing magic, we all moved primarily to a world of our own making.

But, in order to live in the human world, to protect the stone, fae must feed off human emotions, like anger, greed, and lust. Sex is the best way to feed, and it’s the only way my clan does. Hey, I’m not complaining.

My parents were what you would call the rulers of the leprechaun clans. Some would call them King and Queen, but they didn’t identify themselves in that way. They were the clan leaders even if the subjects did address them formally.

My clan was tasked with protecting the stone, which was much more powerful than any mortal could fathom. The job sounds tedious, and it is, but it’s our way to find our true mate. The one person in the entire world who is meant to spend eternity with us.

So I sat by the blasted stone every day waiting for my match. I’d been waiting a long time for the one girl who would be mine, which honestly was not only boring, but frustrating as hell—in every sense of the word. Deciding it was one more day that she wasn’t coming—pun absolutely intended—I headed to one of the local pubs to feed. Walking into the pub, I looked around and grinned lasciviously—the place was packed with gorgeous mortals. Score!

The place looked like any other pub in Ireland. The walls were a stained dark wood and there were pool tables in the back with Green domes with single bulb lights shining over each individual booth. The bar was crawling with women and men alike. There wasn’t an open seat and patrons were lined up to get the bartenders attention.

The fae’s beauty is beyond compare and clearly appealing to mortals, which is pretty much necessary considering what we need to do in order to survive.

Each of the four castes of fae had different attributes and powers. Seelie fae used nature magic and fed off the earth. Unseeliefae and leprechauns fed off humans. The Unseeliefae held power over fire and electricity, but I’d never been around too many of their kind so I had no idea what kinds of powers they held. Leprechauns held power over emotions among other things and shifters were different. They were closest to humans in that they killed for food. The most common types of shifters were big cats and wolves and they each had certain powers to keep them safe from immortals who might look to destroy them.

Rubbing my hands together in anticipation, I walked up behind a curvy red head and wrapped my arms around her waist. She started to protest but relaxed into me once she inhaled the scent of clovers and thyme. One of my powers was the ability to calm any emotions, bending any mortal to my will, as well as some of the weaker immortals. Licking the side of her neck, I started to pull her to the back room.

I’m gonna fuck you, lass, I whispered seductively in her ear. She moaned and rubbed her tight ass against my cock. Eager little thing, aren’t you?

Yes, she replied on a breathy sigh and my grin turned a little sinister. I wasted no time after I shut the door and locked it with my magic. The skintight dress she was wearing came off in a rush, and I couldn’t help playing with her a little before I got what I needed and left. There was something unusual about her that had me taking my time. Typically, I seduced, fucked, then left. But this little red head was stirring something inside.

The stone could wait.

My fingers slid inside her soaking wet knickers and I groaned as I pumped them in and out a couple times. She watched me carefully though hazy eyes, and as I removed my fingers she whimpered, but her eyes flashed bright when I sucked her juices from my fingers.

Dropping to my knees, I decided to get a little