Obsessed (31 page)

Upon the Faerie Queen’s bed lay his heartmate, her eyes closed but her face tense as though in frustration. Her mahogany tresses spilled across the golden bedcovers, and his cock became so hard he thought he might die if he did not fuck her. Ranelle’s legs and arms were splayed, showing her beautiful folds and her pink clit. And goddess above, her nipples were tight buds, calling for him to claim them with his hot mouth.

Realization trickled through him that the damn mist bound his love to the bedposts. A feral growl rumbled deep in Jalen’s throat and he strode across the chamber to where she lay—

And struck something. An invisible wall.

Jalen fought to get though the wall to his sleeping Princess, slamming his fists against it, but it was to no avail.

“By the goddess, Anistana!” he shouted, his voice hoarse with fury. “Let me through!”

The Faerie Queen’s laughter came from behind him, and he whirled to face the redheaded enchantress.

She gave her wings a lazy flap and rose into the air, moving closer to Jalen. “When I have had my way with you both, perhaps then I will allow you to be together again.” Her emerald eyes sparkled with mirth as she added, “That is, if it suits me.”

And then the Faerie bitch vanished.

Ranelle opened her eyes to stare at the silver leaves above as she shifted on the bed, testing her bonds. Gods but she was going to lose her mind if Jalen did not come to her soon. If she did not come soon. Had her hands been free, she would have stroked her clit to bring about some relief.

Prickling erupted at Ranelle’s forehead and her mound at the same time her senses stirred.

She turned her head and saw her lover across the room. Fierce joy rose within her breast as she saw his naked splendor, and she grew wet at the sight of his enormous cock.

Angry. Yes. I am supposed to be angry with him…

And I am.

Was.

Gods. What do I feel for him? Besides the unquenchable desire to feel his flesh on mine?

“Jalen!” Ranelle pulled against her bonds, but she was held fast.

Why did he stand across the room, watching her with a tight expression on his handsome face, rather than coming to her? Was he so furious with her for running away?

Arrogant Elvin bastard. He should have known she would not appreciate a forced marriage.

Jalen put his hands up and braced them on the air, and she realized an invisible wall kept them apart. His lips moved, yet she could hear nothing but the tinkling of silvery leaves above the bed.

But then he gave her a wry smile, and his deep voice entered her thoughts
. Ranelle, mi enchantrei. ’Tis my greatest joy to see you—but there is peril here. No matter what, do not resist the Queen in her own realm.

“A pity he has chosen to settle his affection on you.” Anistana’s voice startled Ranelle, and she snapped her gaze to where the naked Faerie Queen now stood, at the foot of the bed. “He was such a good fuck.”

“Cease this torture.” Ranelle’s cheeks burned at the realization the Faerie had enjoyed Jalen’s cock in the past, but she refused to acknowledge her jealousy to the Queen. “Free us. Now.”

The flutter of the Faerie’s wings pushed the scent of roses over Ranelle. Anistana moved so close that Ranelle felt warmth radiating from the Queen as she leaned over Ranelle’s breasts. Ranelle’s nipples hardened and her quim ached from the sensual feel of the Faerie’s breath upon her skin.

Anistana glanced at Jalen and smiled when she saw desire rise in his face. “Amazing, is it not? The man has lost his head over a Nordain maid.”

“He rejected you.” Ranelle’s voice was calm as everything clicked into place. “That is why you seek revenge.”

Anistana’s wings twitched and her smile turned into a frown as her gaze returned to Ranelle. “We would have ruled well together, Jalen and I. Both realms, Astral and Seraphine. But he chose to decline my offer to join our worlds.”

Mischief returned to the Faerie’s expression and then she vanished.

Only to appear again on the bed, on her hands and knees, between Ranelle’s legs. Her long auburn hair tickled Ranelle’s thighs and her emerald eyes filled with mirth.

“No.” Ranelle’s refusal was strong, but Anistana only laughed, lowered her head, and stroked Ranelle’s clit with her tongue.

Intense sensation flooded Ranelle, the mist raising her buttocks from the bed and forcing her folds to the Faerie’s teasing tongue. Ranelle was torn between being incredibly aroused by Anistana’s mouth, and feeling as though she betrayed Jalen by not struggling against her bonds.

Do not resist the Queen…

Jalen’s words echoed in her mind. He must have known something like this would happen. It was nearly impossible for a human—or a Nordain—to resist Faeries. Or Elves, for that matter.

A part of her thought of trying to use her magic to push the Queen away, yet another part knew it would not work—because the Queen was too powerful.

Ranelle cried out at the pleasure of the Faerie’s touch and looked at Jalen on the other side of the invisible wall. A pained expression crossed his handsome face as he stared—his look was one of fury at not being able to join with her, and incredible lust at seeing her being pleasured by the Queen. His cock jerked as though ready to spurt its seed.

Relax,
Jalen’s husky voice entered her mind again.
Enjoy. And rest assured, I will enjoy watching this if I know you feel only pleasure.

Gasping, Ranelle nodded.

Anistana’s tongue swirled and teased, just enough stroking and pressure to bring Ranelle close to climax before pulling away and starting the whole process over again. The Faerie was so talented, and Ranelle was so aroused, her body screamed for release.

Ranelle looked across the room to her heartmate. “Please allow Jalen to pass through the wall.”

The Faerie Queen only laughed. “Watch as Elinni suckles him.”

Silver sparkled in the air beside Jalen, and then a dark Faerie appeared on her knees before him. She was naked and beautiful, with ruby lips, lovely breasts, skin like the night sky and gossamer wings of iridescent ebony.

Jalen tried to push himself away from the wall, his muscles bulging with effort, but his hands appeared to be stuck to its invisible surface. He shook his head as he looked down at the Faerie who reached out and grasped his cock, her fingers dark against his golden length. Her black hair shimmered like raven feathers as she leaned forward, her lips nearing his staff.

Even though she could not hear him, Ranelle saw Jalen’s mouth move and she knew he was attempting to refuse the Faerie.

Yet Elinni ignored him and in the next moment, her tongue flicked out, licking Jalen’s cock as he fought to free himself from his magical bonds. The Faerie slid her crimson lips over his staff ’til she had taken his full length.

Jealousy filled Ranelle, but she could scarcely think with the sexual torture the Faerie Queen was inflicting on them both. Her thoughts spun between intense arousal and desire to be with her man.

“Mayhap Ibella should join in Jalen’s pleasures, too.” Anistana gave Ranelle another wicked smile and more silver sparkles filled the air beside Jalen.

Another Faerie appeared, almost identical to Elinni—except she had no wings.

Elinni’s twin, Anistana murmured in Ranelle’s surprised thoughts. Ibella was second-born. Second-born twins never have wings

“Please.” Ranelle gasped for breath, her gaze moving from Jalen and the twins to the redheaded woman between her thighs. “Stop this insanity and set us free.”

“Why?” Anistana raised her head and licked Ranelle’s juices from her lips. “You do not enjoy my tongue upon your clit?”

Ranelle bit her lip, then nodded. “You are driving me nearly out of my mind. ”

“You ask that I set you free.” With a smile, Anistana trailed one finger along the enrli on Ranelle’s mound. “Why would you wish to leave the safety of my realm? Zanden seeks you, even as we speak.”

“No matter that we face certain danger. I only wish to be with Jalen.” Ranelle’s eyes met Anistana’s. “I beg of you.”

“Perhaps…” The Faerie Queen lowered her lids as her gaze flicked from Ranelle to Jalen, and back again. “If the Prince licks Ibella’s quim and fucks Elinni while you watch, then you both may leave Astral.”

“What?” Ranelle tried to sit up and screamed in frustration as the bonds held her tight. “No!”

Anistana blinked and gave Ranelle a lazy smile as she trailed one finger down the inside of Ranelle’s thigh. “You came here enraged with Jalen, fleeing his affections, and now you claim him? Why?”

“Because Jalen is mine,” Ranelle shouted as she glared at the Queen. “And I love him!”

Mirth sparkled in Anistana’s emerald eyes as she raised herself up and then forward ’til she straddled Ranelle. The Queen’s mound was shaved, her folds soft as silk as it brushed over Ranelle’s belly.

“You truly love the Prince?” Anistana pressed close, her perfume of rose petals invading Ranelle’s senses. The Queen brushed her lips over Ranelle’s and whispered, “That is all I needed to hear.”

And the witch vanished.

Jalen fought to free himself, even as the beautiful and talented Elinni wrapped her slender fingers around his cock. He did not wish to hurt her, but if his feet hadn’t been magically fastened to the floor, he would have done what he could have, gentle or no, to push her away without harming her.

Elinni sighed and her lips brushed the head of his staff as she murmured, “How I have missed your fine cock.”

“Stop this at once,” he demanded through gritted teeth as the dark Faerie slid her mouth over his staff, and it was all he could do not to groan.

The Faerie only giggled, the hum of her laughter on his cock driving him closer to madness and the need to come. Her lily scent swirled around him as her almond-shaped amber eyes met his, and he saw mischief in their depths that nearly matched Anistana’s. She moved up and down his cock with her hot mouth and fingers while her free hand caressed his balls.

A groan escaped his lips as Elinni’s twin appeared beside him. Ibella smiled and ran her hands over Jalen’s chest
. It has been a long time since I have enjoyed your body,
the Faerie said in his mind.

His tortured gaze returned to Ranelle and the Faerie Queen, who had been licking Ranelle’s clit. His heartmate was struggling against her bonds and shouting at Anistana, and he wished he could hear her sweet voice.

And then her words rang out, as though to grant his wish.

“Because Jalen is mine,” Ranelle shouted, her face furious. “And I love him!”

Jalen’s heart filled near to bursting, and he almost came in Elinni’s mouth. A possessive growl rumbled deep in his throat as Anistana moved up Ranelle’s body and then kissed her.

Just as Jalen almost reached climax, Anistana, Elinni, and Ibella vanished in so many silver sparkles, as did the invisible wall.

He stumbled forward, his hands and feet free of their bonds.

“Ranelle!” Jalen strode toward her, even as he shouted her name.

The surprise that had been on Ranelle’s face turned to joy as she scrambled from the bed and flung herself into Jalen’s arms. “Gods, how I missed you.”

“I, too, mi enchantrei.” He lifted her and kissed her delicious lips, and she wrapped her legs around his waist.

“Fuck me, Jalen.” Ranelle’s voice rose with urgency as she clung to him. “I shall die if your cock is not in me now.”

His eyes locked with hers, Jalen held Ranelle tight with one arm while he guided his cock into her soaked quim with his other hand.

Ranelle shrieked and came at once, her body shuddering with the force of her climax. Jalen pumped into her throbbing quim twice and his own orgasm burst through him like a massive wave pounding against a rocky shore. His cock jerked, shooting his seed deep within her womb.

“Again!” Ranelle demanded, the enrli at her forehead flaring brilliant silver and matching the intensity in her eyes. “Fuck me again.”

“Goddess, but you are the most beautiful of treasures.” In a quick motion, Jalen had Ranelle on the bed, face down on her belly.

She clenched the golden bed sheet in her fists and arched up her smooth buttocks. “I need you, Jalen!”

Grabbing her hips with his hands, he rammed his staff inside her, her tight core gripping him as he fucked her. “Do not ever leave me again.” His words were filled with all the true passion that had been missing in his life before he met Ranelle. “You are mine, mi enchantrei. Do you understand?”

“Yes!” She raised her head and pushed her buttocks toward him. “As you are mine.”

“Aye. Forevermore.” Powerful lust filled him, made stronger by his love for Ranelle, and her acknowledgement that they belonged to one another. He reached around her hips as he fucked her, and stroked her clit.

Ranelle screamed into the golden bed sheet, violent aftershocks of her orgasm causing her body to jerk while he continued to thrust in and out of her core. A few more strokes and he climaxed, another powerful orgasm slamming into him with the force of a hurricane, and a bellow ripping from deep in his throat.

Jalen collapsed against Ranelle’s backside, bracing himself enough that he did not pin her beneath his greater weight. Her breathing was ragged, matching his own, and her skin was as soaked with sweat as his.

Nuzzling her nape, he drank in her sweet scent of vanilla and spice, woman and sex. He withdrew his cock from her, and she moaned as though disappointed that he had left her. With gentle hands he turned her over and eased her onto the center of the bed and then lowered himself between her thighs and stared down at her precious face.

Tendrils of wet hair framed her delicate features, and she smiled as she slid her arms around his neck and pulled him close. “I love you, Jalen.”

He brushed his lips over her glittering enrli. “I know.”

“How?” Ranelle stilled, and he had to smile as he pulled back and saw her frown. “Have you been reading my thoughts again?”

Nay.
Jalen propped his elbow on the mattress and rested his head in his hand as he traced lazy circles around one of Ranelle’s nipples.
I heard you tell Anistana.