Fiery Fate (3 page)

Her waist was so small he could circle it with his hands. Her hips were slender, yet with enough substance she could accommodate his form between them. That thought brought about another painful tightening of his balls.

No, tonight he would not have her in the way that would make her his forever, but he would hear cries of ecstasy pour from her lips and know that he’d given her pleasure.

“Raise your knees, Solara.”

Her shift parted and slid down her silken thighs, revealing the treasure between them. Scarlet curls covered the mound of her sex. Her pussy glistened with moisture, an invitation he was unable to resist.

He swiped at her nectar, watching her shiver, hearing her moan of pleasure as he brushed against her clit.

With deliberate slowness, he brought his finger to his mouth, licking her essence from his fingers. Solara watched him with rapt attention, her tongue darting out to sweep over her own lips. The urge to give her his cock was overwhelming.

“Aye, Roarke, let me taste you.”

A smile graced her lips. She’d made telepathic contact with him. He laughed, realizing that he’d let his guard down and allowed her insight into his thoughts.

“So you’d like to suck my cock, faerie?”

“Yes, you know I would.”

He thrilled at the promise in her words, the enticing way she eagerly licked her lips as if she were starved for him. Moving quickly, he unclasped his breeches and took out his penis, stroking it slowly.

Greedy hands took over for his and she enveloped him, emitting a sigh of pleasure as she stroked his throbbing shaft. He bit back a groan and watched the movements of her small hands over his length.

She seemed a master at touch, knowing just how hard to stroke him. Pleasure unlike anything he’d ever known surged inside him. Suddenly eager to feel her mouth on him, he straddled her shoulders and bent forward, letting her take the lead.

Her tongue snaked out and licked the tip of his cock. Goosebumps rose on his skin at the contact of her warm, heated tongue on his sensitive flesh. He moved closer until her lips enveloped him.

Then she hummed, low and throaty, making him mad with the desire to thrust his shaft, hard, into her mouth. She teased him with her tongue, swirling it over the tip.

“That’s so good, Roarke,” she whispered, her gaze locked on his face as she took one long swipe of the head of his cock before engulfing him completely. His body shook with the force of his desire.

Cradling his balls in her hand, she tugged lightly. The sight of her mouth surrounding him was erotic, sinful, more arousing than anything he’d ever seen. She whimpered against his heated flesh.

Pleasing him excited her—what an astounding woman his faerie was. And she brought him to such heights he found it difficult to hold back.

“You had better stop, my faerie, or I will be filling that sweet mouth of yours with my come.” She smiled, then urged him to do just that by squeezing his shaft harder, sucking furiously on his cock.

His balls drew up tight against his body, preparing for release. Bracing himself, he leaned over her, forcing more of his shaft into her hot, wet mouth, then exploded.

Swallowing greedily, she milked him until he had no more to give. Roarke panted, his body soaked with sweat. Despite the fact she’d emptied him, he was still hard, a fact that apparently wasn’t lost on her as her eyes widened when he pulled his erect cock from her lips.

She was a magical woman, the very sight of her driving him to extremes of desire. She’d given him more pleasure than he thought possible, but they were not finished yet. He moved off and lay on the grass, pulling her against him. Her heart beat frantically against his ribs. Her sweet mouth called to him and he bent down to kiss her lip, his taste lingering on her mouth. That she would do such a thing for him, to him, without hesitation, proved that her potent sexuality more than matched his.

And now it was his turn to bring her the same release.

Solara’s lips still tingled, her body burning with the need to come after taking Roarke over the edge. His cock was magnificent—more than she could have ever imagined. Taking him into her mouth had brought her to such a state of frenzy she wasn’t certain she could stop from touching herself and obtaining release with him. Only his position over her chest had kept her from caressing her aching clit.

The throbbing between her legs had grown more insistent as she waited for Roarke to make the next move. Would he leave her, now that he was satiated?

Of course not. She’d no more thought it than his hands moved over her body, his skin as hot as hers.

When his palm grazed her nipple, she gasped. His hand stilled and she looked up at him.

“Your body is so sensitive to my touch, Solara.” To prove his point, he once again moved his fingers over her breast, lightly pulling the already distended nipple. Her core flooded with juices and she arched her hips.

Her body was much more than sensitive to his touch. She had been made just for him.

Only for him.

Fighting back tears, she refused to think about what would happen beyond this night. Tonight, she belonged to Roarke. What may come after that, she would not dwell upon.

“You brought me great pleasure, my faerie. And now I will try to please you in the same way.” It would not take much trying on his part. Already she was near orgasm. He had but only to brush his hand over her aching sex and she would cry out release.

Instead, he slowly trailed his fingers over her ribs, her belly, her hips, moving his body down until he was nestled between her spread legs. Her inclined position on the little hill afforded her a view of his dark brown locks. She reached for him, gently winding her fingers into his hair. With his gaze locked on hers, he took a long, slow swipe of her sex.

Surely the cries of ecstasy could not be hers. She was aware they were in a public place, knew that should someone be walking nearby, they would have heard her wails of pleasure. Yet she could not hold them back. Roarke’s lips and tongue performed a magical dance along the folds of her pussy, lapping up the juices that had gathered there and lightly teasing the knot of pleasure aching for a suckling.

No man had ever pleasured her before. Truth, no man had ever touched her, as it was not allowed for a faerie princess who was betrothed to a king. Yes, she had pleasured herself many times, both with her hands and with the faerie tubara stick. But for her first actual lovemaking experience to be with Roarke was everything she had hoped for.

She felt no guilt at giving something that belonged to another. In her mind, her very heart, she knew she was Roarke’s.

The sensations soaring through her body, however, were nothing like she could have imagined. Tension knotted her muscles. She drew up her legs, giving Roarke access to all of her.

“Such a beautiful cunt you have, my faerie,” he murmured against her thigh, lightly nipping her tender flesh. He swept his fingers over her folds.

“Roarke.” She breathed his name on a blissful sigh, her gaze transfixed on his mouth and his hands.

He pressed his palm against her, petting the area below her pussy, then dipping his finger against her moisture and wetting her nether region.

“I may not be able to take you with my cock. I may not be able to slip deep inside your hot pussy, but I will enter you tonight, my princess.”

Unable to speak, her body cried out the words she could not say. Roarke added more moisture to his finger and then lightly breached her anus. She stiffened, expecting pain, but he covered her clit with his lips and lightly licked until all she knew was pleasure.

He continued to suckle her bud, at the same time probing deeper and deeper into her anus until he breached the barrier and slid his entire finger inside. She cried out at the pleasure. Relentlessly he lapped at her, swirling his tongue over her sex and fucking her lightly until she contracted hard around him.

“Roarke, please, I cannot hold back.”

“Then come for me, my faerie. Let me drink your sweet honey.” When he pulled his finger nearly out of her body, then thrust hard inside her nether hole, she let out a keening wail of climax as she poured her essence onto his awaiting tongue. Her hips bucked off the grass as she fed him her sex, the swirling sensations taking over her thoughts, her voice and her actions.

Roarke held onto her as she rode out her orgasm, then gently removed his finger and cradled her body against his, taking her mouth in a heated kiss. She tasted her sex on him as he devoured her with his lips and tongue.

Clutching him as if she was never going to let him go, she pressed a kiss against his neck, noting the throbbing of his pulse. His rigid cock brushed her thigh, only inches away from her sex.

Oh, why could he not make love to her? They were fated to be together, the fire they brought forth consuming them both. Could he not see that?

Roarke sat up and helped adjust her clothing, then tucked his still hard shaft in his breeches. “It will be dawn soon. We must go before someone finds us.”

“Go? And then what? After what we have just shared, has nothing changed between us?” With a wistful smile he pressed a light kiss to her lips. “What could possibly change, my faerie? You are still betrothed to Braedon of Greenbriar. As it is, we should never have done what we just did. My apologies to you, princess, for taking advantage.”

He was sorry for their love play, as if he’d just made a terrible mistake. Her joy of a few minutes ago evaporated, replaced by utter defeat. Her heart wrenched into a knot of pain. “I see. Being with me was only to release your lust?”

His tight-lipped visage told her the answer. “It meant much more than that, my faerie. But you are bound to another. I must honor your betrothal to King Braedon.” Just like that, he would let her go, into the arms of another man. He cared nothing for her. Fighting back the pool of tears welling in her eyes, she nodded. “I thought I mattered more to you than that. I thought…”

From the resigned look on his face she knew it was pointless to tell him how she felt.

“We cannot fight fate, Solara.”

If he wanted to, he could try. By all that was magic, she was certainly trying to rail against the cruel destiny bestowed upon her.

Clearly, Roarke did not want to. She wasn’t enough for him to fight for. “I understand. Goodbye, Roarke.”

Before he had a chance to speak again, she opened her wings and flew above him, racing to the stairs leading to her quarters. Once safely inside her room, she shut and bolted the door, then threw herself face down on the bed.

Being with Roarke had only made things worse. Now she knew her feelings for him were genuine, and yet he would do nothing to change her fate.

His honor was admirable, even if she hated it right now. He would not betray his king or the southern king. Yet, Solara knew now that she could not honor her vow to marry. Something had to be done.

Something had to change. What or how, she did not know.

Wiping away the moisture on her cheeks, she went in search of Trista.

“Solara is gone! I cannot find her!”

Roarke’s head shot up at the sound of Trista’s voice, dread turning his blood cold.

She entered the hall in a rush and threw herself into Noele’s arms.

“What? What do you mean she is gone?” Noele’s frantic look mirrored Roarke’s feelings.

Trista’s golden-flecked face was streaked with tears. “I went to find her this morning because she usually awakens before the rest of us. Her room was empty, her bedcovers undisturbed. I looked everywhere for her, Noele. I cannot find her!”

“Are you certain?” Garick asked as he stepped beside his wife. A concerned frown etched lines on his brow.

“Yes. I can feel it. She no longer resides at Winterland.” Garick turned to Noele, who closed her eyes and became very still. When she opened them a few seconds later, she nodded. “Trista speaks truth. Solara is not within the castle grounds.” Roarke remained silent and waited for instructions from Garick, despite his immediate desire to strip the castle walls bare and find Solara. Which was ridiculous since Noele had just stated she was nowhere on the grounds. And yet, he wanted to search for her, as if he could find her when no one else was able to.

He could not reveal his feelings for the faerie, as she was not his to worry over.

But worry he did. After Garick called the guards into the search, they tore apart every inch of Winterland. By nightfall, it was confirmed—Solara was not there.

Noele sat in the hall with her chin drooping miserably on her chest, unchecked tears dropping onto her shift. Her sisters surrounded her, holding her hand and trying to console her. But they, too, were miserable, judging from their saddened faces.

Garick and Roarke sat across from the women, discussing their next plan of action and trying to determine whether Solara had left on her own or was taken.

“She could not have simply walked through the gates. Our guards posted there would have seen her.

They would have stopped her.”

Roarke nodded at Garick’s statement, knowing it to be true. “Then she did not leave on her own.” Which meant she’d been taken, but by whom?

The thought of wizards capturing her was something he refused to consider. And yet they were the only likely source, having been known to spirit away the inhabitants of Winterland on a whim, without anyone noticing them. It had happened to Noele shortly after she’d married Garick.

But the people of Winterland had kept their psychic thoughts open, and not once had a resident of Winterland been abducted since that episode.

“I want to search the forests. Let me take a guard to patrol the area.” Garick nodded, then leaned over to whisper so that only Roarke could hear. “Be on the lookout for wizards. I would wager they have her. The who is a given. The where is another matter.”

“Aye.” Garick had been fortunate when Noele had disappeared that he’d been psychically connected to her. Garick had felt her, and that was how they’d managed to find her. But with Solara—

Wait. She had connected with him telepathically last night. Surely if she were captured she would know to open herself up so that he could find her. He closed his eyes and concentrated on her being. After several moments of no contact, he opened his eyes and cursed.