Obsessed (47 page)

Tierra blinked. Renn needed help with that?

“And it always results in a child between heartmates,” Renn added.

Tierra’s skin chilled and she recoiled from Renn. “You two have a child together?”

“Between heartmates,” Anistana repeated very slowly as though Tierra was daft. “I not only wanted a wild fuck, but I wanted to test him to see if we were heartmates.”

“Even though I made it clear we were not.” Renn gestured to the scar on his cheek. “She was angry when I refused to marry and unite our kingdoms. She marked me in a fit of pique.”

“It was less than you deserved.” Anistana raised her chin. “The qinok should have snacked on your flesh.”

“The scar on my back.” Renn frowned at the Queen. “Anistana was so angry at my refusal that when I asked her to allow me to leave her realm, she transferred me to the Xardu Moors.”

Anistana smiled sweetly. “I did allow you to leave, did I not?”

Renn sighed and folded his arms across his massive chest. “I simply did not specify where, I know.”

The Queen cut her emerald gaze to Tierra. “If you are through interrogating me, release these damnable ties.”

Tierra nodded. “For now. We need to get to my halias.”

The spellbindings slipped away from Anistana’s body, wending their way back to Tierra’s fingers and into her body.

“Ah, yes. Ranelle is most delicious.” Anistana smiled and licked her lips. “Enjoy your journey.”

“What—” Before Tierra could finish, blue mist swirled about her like a swarm of bees. Faster and faster it wound around her, along with the scent of roses and lilies.

Once again against her will, Tierra relaxed and faded into nothingness.

She was alone, standing on an empty battlefield.

Silence, save for the beating of her heart…and then a sound like the flap of many wings…each flap an answer to her heartbeats…faster and faster…

Chill wind lifted Tierra’s hair, twisting it around her face so that she had to brush it from her eyes to study the sky.

An oncoming storm. Black and fierce. Clouds swirling, churning.

Tierra held her breath, fear filling her belly and rising up in her throat, threatening to drive all breath from her.

She started to hold up her hands, prepared to spellbind whatever came her way…but she couldn’t move. She was frozen, her limbs stiff, her face numb. Even her heart iced in her chest.

A lone raven soared before the storm, straight toward her.

Renn?

As the nordai reached her, Tierra struggled to move, but she was as immobile as a statue made of cold, cold iron.

The bird shifted before her eyes…it was Renn…

No! Zanden stood before her.

Tierra’s fear turned to anger. She wanted to lash out with her spellbindings. To somehow make him pay for what he had done to her and her heart-sisters.

But gods damn, she couldn’t even blink.

Zanden smiled, as cold as the ice chilling her heart. “You and the other wenches believe you have thwarted me by fucking my brothers and the Elvin man, but you are wrong.” He raised his hand and stroked her face, his fingers impossibly colder than her frozen skin. “I am coming to retrieve my destined mate, the Tanzinite wench. I will have you, Faerie bitch, and my little magpie as well.”

NO! Tierra screamed in her mind.

His eyes narrowed, as though he had read the refusal in her thoughts. “The babes you carry I will rip from your wombs.” Zanden reached up and clenched his hand in her hair. “I will plant my seed in you and you will produce my spawn. You will have no choice but to do everything I instruct and aid me in my rise to power. All as foretold by the Seraphine Chronicles.”

Inside her frozen shell, Tierra trembled with rage. If only she could break free of her ice-prison, she would kill the bastard. Wrap a spellbinding around his throat so tight it would choke the life from him.

The Sorcerer smiled again, an evil smile that reached his black eyes. “Such fire, Faerie wench. I shall enjoy enslaving you.” He brushed his lips over her forehead and flicked his tongue against her cold skin. “I am coming for you.”

“You bastard,” Tierra screamed and fought against the icy bonds. “I will kill you if you touch any one of us!”

“Tierra!” a voice boomed, tearing through her fury.

Something warm and soft pressed against her face and blew warm air upon her cheek. “No!” She moved her face away, but her hands and legs were still bound.

“Open your eyes,” the voice commanded.

She stilled and slowly lifted her lids…to find herself nose to muzzle with Feymir.

Feymir?

The black stallion snuffled her cheek and then backed away, his hooves making a clacking sound, as though upon rock. Her eyes cut to her surroundings, her thoughts wild and confused. What in the gods’ names?

She was naked, in a small room, the only light pouring in through a barred window. And not only that, but she was shackled against a cold stone wall, the metal restraints like ice around her wrists and ankles. Had Zanden enslaved her as he had promised? Or had that been a dream?

More likely that bitch Anistana had imprisoned her alone in a dungeon with a horse.

Tierra blinked away the haze and stared at Feymir.

A horse that spoke…and sounded like Renn?

“Are you all right, denai?” Renn’s voice came from her right.

Her gaze moved to the empty wall beside her and then dropped to the floor where Renn was partially hidden in the shadows, sprawled on his back. His wrists and ankles were shackled, too, leaving him completely stretched out in all his naked splendor.

“Anistana did this?” Tierra pulled against the shackles, but they did naught more than creak and rattle. “She promised to send us to Phoenicia.”

“She kept her promise.” Renn sighed and the corner of his mouth curved. “If you will notice, she complied with all my requests. Feymir is here, as are our belongings and clothing. But since I neglected to specify where in Phoenicia, she sent us to the dungeons of Sky Castle.” His own chains rattled as he shifted. “Next time I will remember to request that we be left unfettered.”

“The bitch.” Tierra’s gaze traveled the surprisingly clean dungeon, and sure enough spotted all of their clothes piled neatly in one corner, along with her pack, Renn’s saddlebags and Feymir’s saddle. And of course the stallion himself.

When her eyes met Renn’s again, Tierra couldn’t help a laugh from escaping at the absurdity of their situation and the Faerie Queen’s last bit of revenge. “She is a spiteful creature, is she not?”

“You have no idea.” Renn visibly relaxed his tense muscles and stared up at the ceiling of the dungeon.

Tierra tested her bonds again as she studied the room, catching a scent like vinegar and lye soap. Her gaze returned to Renn. “I never expected a dungeon to be so clean.”

He shrugged as his eyes met hers. “Aric insists that every room in Sky Castle be cleaned on a regular basis. Even though these dungeons have not been used for centuries, they have never been closed off.”

She shivered, the cold air of the dungeon making her nipples as hard as gemstones. “Will anyone be coming down here soon?”

“Not likely.” Renn’s expression was one of contemplation. “The dungeons are cleaned twice yearly and it appears this one has recently been attended.”

“No cobwebs. No dirt.” She looked at the well-oiled restraints. “No rust.”

Renn took a deep breath and jerked against his wrist cuffs, muscles bulging and thick veins rising beneath his skin from the incredible effort he put into the task. Sweat broke out upon his brow and her folds grew damp at the sight of her dark warrior battling for freedom. And his cock—so big, even when he wasn’t aroused. How she wanted to slide her lips over his length, to lick and suck him, to swallow his seed again.

But then she noticed blood dripping down his powerful arms and her lust went cold—the metal was slicing into his flesh.

“Stop!” Tierra pulled against her own restraints, wanting to reach him, to keep him from harming himself further. “You are hurting yourself.”

After another fierce pull Renn ceased his struggles, but his breathing came hard and fast. Dried blood had crusted around the wrist restraints, and she realized he must have been fighting against the shackles even as she slept.

“Now would be a good time,” he said, his deep voice sending a shiver through her, “to discover more of your Fae powers.”

Tierra stilled as his words crept into her thoughts.

Could she? Was it possible that she had the power to free them? Would she be able to use her spellbindings, even while in restraints?

Feymir whickered and tossed his head as though urging her on.

Her fingers were free. She could send out a spellbinding and wrap one around the horse’s damn muzzle to shut him up.

The stallion snorted and rolled his eyes.

“Well?” Renn prompted.

Ooooh. She ought to bind his mouth, too.

Tierra pushed the thoughts away, clearing her mind. And then it occurred to her—perhaps she could use her spellbindings in a manner that would free them.

Focusing on her index finger, she released a thick strand of magical rope. It glittered in the dim light of the dungeon as she moved it with her mind toward the shackle. Concentrating with all her might, she guided it into the keyhole.

She could feel the mechanism inside the lock as she explored it with the rope, and could almost view it with her mind’s eye…as though the magic allowed her to see inside the lock.

How did these things work? If she pressed against this—no. Or perhaps this—nothing.

Tierra continued fidgeting with her magic and the lock, her frustration growing. Her temper snapped and she wanted to scream—but then she heard a loud click.

The shackle fell away from her arm.

“Excellent,” Renn said and Feymir snorted.

Tierra’s eyes widened. “It actually worked.” She shook out her free arm that tingled as blood flowed back into her fingers.

She glanced at Renn and smiled at the sight of his cock, which had grown to its full magnificent length, his lust-filled eyes watching her with insatiable desire.

“Does it arouse you to watch me?” Tierra brought her free hand to her breast and cupped it. “Do you want to touch me?”

He swallowed, his throat visibly working. “Do not taunt me, wench.”

“Wench, is it?” She brought her breast to her mouth and stroked her nipple with her tongue. Renn groaned and fire grew in her quim. “You like me submissive. Would you like to fuck me here, chained to the wall, my Lord?”

“Free me, and I will.” His voice was rough with the fierceness of his desire.

Slowly she set to unlocking one ankle cuff with her spellbindings. With every movement she made, she took care to brush her hands across her breasts and her nipples. Renn’s breathing grew more and more labored as he watched her every move.

When she sent a magical rope to her other ankle restraint, she slid the glittering binding down her belly and through the damp red curls of her mound. It eased along her folds, teasing her swollen nub. Tierra gasped at the erotic feel of the spellbinding against her clit, and Renn groaned.

The rope continued down, wrapping around her leg ’til it reached the ankle cuff. This time the lock opened at once, the shackle falling to the floor with a clatter that echoed in the cell.

“Hurry.” His voice was so hoarse she scarcely recognized it.

Tierra looked from the one remaining wrist cuff and back to Renn and gave him a teasing look. She held out her hand and released a spellbinding, sending it straight toward her dark warrior and wrapping it around his erection.

Renn groaned, the magical rope driving him insane with need as it slid up and down his cock. It tingled and thrummed as it stroked him. “Damn, wench. Do you mean to drive me out of my mind?”

“Yes. With lust.” Tierra’s smile turned wicked and she released another glittering rope and sent it straight to her quim. Her lids lowered as she watched her spellbinding fondling Renn while the other teased her clit.

She widened her stance, giving him an even better view of her swollen folds. Another spellbinding left her fingertips and slid across her breasts, rubbing against her nipples.

His cock grew even more rigid and his balls drew up. “Cease,” he said through clenched teeth. “Or I shall climax before I can sink my cock into you.”

“Come with me.” Tierra’s body trembled and he could tell she was near climax. “I want to see your seed spill from your cock.”

Her cries as she came shot a jolt of fire through Renn’s loins and his orgasm burst inside him. His cock jerked against the bindings and his seed spurted onto his taut belly in a warm pool.

“I want to taste you.” Tierra licked her lips, her eyes focused on the white fluid, and gods help him, his cock hardened at once.

He could not take his eyes from her as she released his cock from the spellbinding and brought the magical rope to the remaining wrist cuff. In a mere moment she was free, the shackle rattling against the wall as if fell away from her.

His gaze traveled over her as she walked toward him. Her emerald eyes and sensual mouth, lovely breasts and rigid nipples, the curve of her hips, the patch of fire between her thighs… “You are so beautiful, denai.” The words left his lips before he realized he had spoken them aloud.

She walked around him, studying him like she was examining a trinket she wished to purchase. “And you are a fine specimen of a man.”

“Remove the shackles.” He raised his wrist, pulling against the cuff as she came full circle and knelt beside him.

”When I am ready.” She leaned over him and lapped at the pool of seed on his belly. “You taste of sweet cream.”

Renn sucked in his breath, the sight of her licking his come made his cock harder yet. “Tierra, I order you to free me.”

“Mmmm.” Tierra remained wholly focused on her task, ignoring his demand. “Most delicious.”

Groaning, he settled back to watch the mischievous Faerie maid as she cleaned every drop from his skin.