OwnedbytheElf (4 page)

He drew the tight bud into his mouth and flicked his tongue
over it in rapid movements. Without warning, he plunged a long, thick finger
deep inside her. The release that had been hovering crashed over her, stealing
her breath and her ability to resist him.

Moaning, she rode wave after wave of pleasure, aided by his
fingers stroking deep inside her. Elongating her release by stroking against
the sweet spot buried deep inside her with each shudder and clench around his
finger. She panted and moaned through her release, growing quiet as the waves
of bliss simmered down. He pulled his fingers from her and she pouted, her eyes
closed as she tried to get her composure back.

She hadn’t just done that, had she? Allowed an elf to bring
her to a shattering release so complete she wasn’t sure she’d ever be whole
again.

“Look at me.”

Her eyes snapped open at the order to find him looming over
her. His eyes glittered with a feral light, lust and darkness fighting for
dominance. His leather and mail were gone, presumably the same way as her
leathers.

She caught her breath at his male beauty. Broad, muscled
shoulders were covered in satin skin that showed the marks of a warrior’s life.
One scar looped almost decoratively around a pierced nipple and disappeared
down onto his stomach. She bit back a whimper, the need to follow that silvery
trail with her lips and tongue almost overwhelming.

Strong fingers captured her chin and forced her to meet his
gaze. “Keep looking at me. I want you to know what…who is taking you. So there
are no arguments later.”

She swallowed, unnerved and excited by the intensity of his
gaze. Despite the fact that she’d just come harder than she ever had before,
liquid heat slipped from her pussy at the thought of being filled with his
long, thick cock.

Thought became need. She needed to touch him, feel the
length and breadth of him in her hands. Need became action. She tried to reach
down between them, only to find her hands swiftly captured and pinned above her
head.

“Wha—”

“No,” he snarled, lust tightening his expression. “No
touching. This isn’t some romantic tryst where we find out about each other and
hold hands in the moonlight. I want you, so I’m going to take you. Fuck you.
And you’re going to watch me do it.”

Dark excitement hummed through her veins as he pushed her
thighs apart and settled between them. She gasped as the broad head of his cock
pressed against the entrance to her cunt. Her eyelids fluttered closed. Would
he slide in slowly, making her take his cock inch by slow inch, or surge into
her in one go?

“
Look at me!”

He shoved, cock breeching her smaller body in one savage
push, his groan drowning out her soft keen of pleasure. She was slick with
excitement, so wet from the pleasure he’d already brought her that he managed
to seat himself almost to the hilt. Hands tight on her wrists, he grunted in
determination and drove the rest of the way into her in a series of short,
sharp thrusts.

Biting her lip, she kept her eyes on his, unable to look
away. He was big, bigger than any lover she’d had before. The thick girth of
his cock parted her, pressing tight almost to the point of pain. Buried to the root,
he paused for a moment, a strange light in his eyes as he stroked her hair back
from her face with his free hand.

“Breathe. It’ll feel good in a moment,” he offered gruffly,
shifting his supporting hand to between hers over her head, no longer holding
them. She started to move, but his warning glare had her putting her hands
right back where he’d placed them.

She nodded, trusting him despite all odds. She felt full,
more stuffed than she ever had in her life. As long as he didn’t move, they’d
be fine. Like he said, she just needed to breathe.

She concentrated on the rise and fall of her chest and his
gentle touches in her hair. The burning pain eased, leaving behind an intense
need to move. She mangled her lip again, still watching him, but not sure if to
move would attract the savage side of his nature. But, savage as he was, she
didn’t feel in any danger.

Somehow he knew the dark urges that surged through her. The
need to move, to feel his thick cock slide out of her tight pussy and thrust in
to impale her again. His lips twitched as he pulled back until the thick head
of his cock was just inside her channel, then slid right into her again. A
long, tight ride of pure sensation.

“Oh gods.”

The exclamation was torn from her lips as pleasure rolled
through her. Despite her recent release, tension and anticipation held her in
their thrall as he picked up the pace, moving over and within her with a power
and dominance that started a fever in her blood. A fever that needed harder,
faster and deeper.

“Not quite. Close.”

His lips quirked again, showing off a set of dimples she’d
have found adorable on anyone else. On him, they were seriously sexy. Planting
his hands on either side of her head, he took her hard and fast. She loved it,
moving with him and urging him on.

Desperate to get more, to get closer, she wrapped her legs
around his hips. The move changed the angle of penetration and his rough groan
mingled with her moan of pleasure.

“Naughty little faery…you like this, don’t you? Admit it.
You love being fucked by the big, bad elf.”

He leaned down to claim her lips and she welcomed him. Her
tongue slid around his, teasing and tempting him as their bodies moved in
unison. Wrapping her arms around his shoulders, she raked him with her nails as
she strained against him.

He broke the kiss, looming over her. “Admit it. Admit you
like being fucked by an elf. By me,” he demanded as he slid into her again.
Each strong, claiming thrust drove the tension in her body higher and higher.

“Yes. Yes, I like it,” she panted, closing her eyes. She
needed harder, faster. Just a few more thrusts and she’d be there.

His grip was firm in her hair, pulling her head back so he
could look in her eyes. Desire and something else hardened his expression.

“
Look
at me. I want to see in your eyes as you come
all over my cock. You
are
going to come, aren’t you, little faery?”

He slammed into her again and rolled his hips to grind his
pelvis against hers. She gasped, everything slowing as she hovered on the
brink. A pleasure-filled abyss opened at her feet, just waiting one more move,
one more thrust to topple her over into it.

Bane pulled back, slamming into her with a roar. She
screamed, the onslaught of pleasure too much to handle, her climax shattering
through her. Powerful thrusts took him over the edge as well, his big body
stiffening over hers. His cock pulsed and jerked as he emptied his seed deep in
her cunt.

Collapsing, he rolled at the last minute and reversed their
positions so she lay, exhausted and overwhelmed, across his broad chest. His
hand tangled in her hair as the last tremors of pleasure faded from their
bodies.

“You’re mine now, little faery. And I keep what’s mine.”

What the
fuck
was wrong with him?

Bane scowled as he stomped through the forest toward the
Elven camp with his pack over his shoulder and his little captive in tow. Her
wrist manacled by his fingers, she hadn’t tried to get away. Not this morning
or on the march here. Nor did the cursed trees around them try any of their
usual tricks, keeping their blasted branches to themselves for once. Not that
they bothered him. The frustration coiled within him fed his power, stoking it
to fever pitch. More than enough to flambé a few wayward dryad-infested trees.

He didn’t even want to think about what had happened this
morning. He’d had plenty of women in his time. Camp followers or hangers-on
looking for a powerful protector. All well used and passed around. Luckily his
rank and status had ensured he got first pick. He didn’t like fucking a pussy
that had been pounded by half the damn army.

He’d never woken up with any of them, ever. As soon as they
were done, he usually sent them packing so he could sleep. War was a tough
business and a guy needed his rest without worrying about some bedwarmer
stealing his furs and leaving him with a cold ass half the night. Not to
mention he didn’t do “the morning after”.

Sex was sex. He’d never once been bothered about a woman after
they’d had a roll in the furs. Hells, half the time he didn’t bother to find
out their names. Names were dangerous. Find out a woman’s name and she expected
cuddles in the morning and first pick of the morning’s kills for breakfast.

He’d never woken with his big warrior’s frame wrapped
protectively around them. Until this morning with his little faery. Fast asleep
and naked as a babe, she’d been nestled against his chest, her long red hair
spilling over his bare arm in a silken blanket. Her legs twined with his, her
hand had been resting over the center of his chest, as though the feeling of
his heart beating comforted her.

Then she’d opened her eyes and he’d been lost. For a moment,
between sleep and true wakefulness, she’d looked at him and smiled. The sleepy
trust in her gaze had rocked him to the core. Said things about moonlight and
romance, long walks into the sunset. All the kinds of things he should run a
furlong from. Shoving her from him, he’d gotten up to get dressed.

Even now, hours later, that sleepy look of trust still had
him on edge. She shouldn’t trust him. She was his prisoner. He owned her, body
and soul.
Owned
. He could do what he wanted with her. And he wanted to
do a
lot
with her and to her.

Like tumble her to his bed furs and take her until she was
hoarse from screaming his name and they were both exhausted. Pin her down and
pleasure her until she couldn’t take anymore and begged him to take her. Begged
him to spread her pretty thighs and own her completely. He could even see the
look on her face as she begged, needy and accepting…wanting him.

Loving him.

Fuck
. He sped up, dragging her behind him. She
stumbled, but his grip on her arm kept her on her feet. He needed to get control.
She was a faery. His prisoner. There was no way she’d ever look at him that way.
Ever. They hated anything elven with a passion.

They were nearing the main camp. The feeling of magic up
ahead increased, the dark pressure against him as if it were sunlight on his
skin as the noise of morning training reached his ears. He sighed, nothing like
a good bloodcurdling scream to set up for the day ahead. As if on cue, a sentry
stepped out in front of them.

“Halt! Who goes there?”

“The Queen of the fucking Faeries. Now get the hells out of
my way,” Bane growled, not stopping or slowing. The sentry’s eyes widened and
he did his best impression of a fleeing rat, disappearing into the undergrowth
he’d appeared from.

“You fucking bully,” a female voice berated from behind him.
“There was no need to be like that, he was just doing his job.”

“Gods, give me strength.”

Bane stopped suddenly, causing her to run into his back. He
didn’t move, absorbing the hit easily. After all the turmoil that had been
churning through his head this morning, she just
had
to pick fault, didn’t
she?

Moving quicker than a striking snake, he turned and grabbed
her by the collar of her tunic. She gasped, eyes wide and dark as he backed her
up against the nearest thick tree trunk.

“Don’t
ever
question me,” he snarled, pressing
against her. The friction and pressure against his rigid cock almost undid him.
He’d been hard all morning, unable to get peace from his ever-present arousal. Anger
flared. How had she gained such control over him? How dare she?

Anger replaced the fear in her eyes and she struggled
against his hold.

“Fuck you.”

Something clicked inside. Anger fled, only to be replaced by
something darker and inherently more dangerous.

“Oh, you will be.”

He rolled his hips against hers, making her aware of just how
stiff and ready he was, smiling as her beautiful eyes widened further. Lust
raged through him, replacing common sense. He didn’t care how close to camp
they were or that anyone could wander by at any moment. The thought of claiming
her publicly, and making her irrevocably his, turned him on all the more.

If he took her that way, claimed her properly, she’d be in the
traditional white shift. Barefoot, with that glorious scarlet hair loose about
her shoulders, she’d make her way through the massed warriors of the camp.
Warriors who would whoop and holler, making crude suggestions to embarrass her,
but none would dare touch her. She was his and his alone.

When she stood before him, he’d be ready. Tear the flimsy
shift from her delectable body and crush her in his embrace. Claim her lips and
drive his tongue between them, kissing her until she knew she belonged to him.
Until she shivered and clung to him, her tiny hands on his strong arms and
chest. A roar of triumph and male pride on his lips, he’d turn her around, push
her to her knees and kneel behind her…

Growling, he brought his lips down on hers. It was a harsh
kiss, but he wasn’t in the mood for soft and sweet. Instead, he was dominating
and swept his tongue across the seam of her lips to demand access. She
shivered, giving in to him without a fight. He thrust his tongue into her
mouth, plundering and taking what he wanted as she shuddered against him.

He dispensed with his pack with a shrug of his shoulder,
ignoring the heavy thud as he shoved a hand between them. Not bothering with a
spell, his strong fingers tore the lacing of her leathers open from front to
back. She whimpered, a soft sound, which was lost under his lips as he kissed
her as if his life depended on it.

With an unsteady hand, he freed his cock. Thick as a
quarter-staff bar, he ached with the need to be inside her. With her clinging
to his shoulders, he kicked her legs farther apart, accepting the thrust of her
tongue as it dueled with his. Dipping his knees, he ran the swollen head of his
cock over her lower lips and groaned.

She was slick and wet, ready for him. All sense fled as instinct
spurred him on. The need to possess her, claim her, roared through his veins. Hand
braced against the trunk, he drove into her. A solid thrust that stopped when
his hips met hers. She gasped, her violet eyes wide. Shocked. Aroused.

Triumph filled him. He’d done that, put that sexy look on
her face. Pulling back, he surged into her again and again. The feel of her
tight little pussy wrapped around his cock nearly sent him over the edge there and
then. Grimly, he fought the climax back. She was his and he was going to fuck
her hard and fast until she admitted it.

“Oh…that’s it, harder.”

Her breathy pleas urged him on. Hooking a hand behind her
knee, he yanked her leg up over his hip. Thighs spread for more leverage, he
pressed her back against the rough bark and gave her every ounce of power he
could muster. She took it all, whimpering and moaning as she clung to him.

“That’s it, baby,” he whispered, dragging his lips along her
delicate neck. “Take it…admit you want it. Admit you’re mine.”

She trembled as the first spasms of her release tightened
her body around him. He swore and pressed his eyes closed. He wasn’t going to
hold on…but he had to. He refused to come before she came, screaming his name.

“Admit it,” he demanded, slamming into her and rolling his
hips to grind against her. Her eyes flew open, that soul-shattering trust
filling their unusual color.

“Y-yours…” she panted, as though the words were torn from
her. “Oh my gods…
Bane!”

She screamed, cunt clenching about his cock as she came.
Hard. Elation and lust thundered through him as he pulled his hips back, cock
sliding almost out of her silken channel before he thrust into her one last
time. Throwing back his head, he roared in triumph. His body stiffened, cock
jerking and pulsing in the depths of her sweet little body. His seed…
his
woman.
Forever.

She was more than screwed, she was fucked.
Tamryn
leaned her head back against the tree and tried to catch her breath. Her arms
were wrapped around Bane’s broad shoulders as he panted, cock still buried deep
inside her. She didn’t know what had happened. She should hate him, should have
shoved the knife he wore in his belt right through his ribs. Instead, she’d let
him screw her against a tree. In broad daylight.

The worst thing about it… She’d loved it. She’d even clung
to him and begged for more.

Shaking his head, he slid out of her and stepped back to
rearrange his clothing. She had to grab the tree for support, her legs as weak
as a day-old dragonet’s. She was a slut, no other way to explain it. Why else
would she be standing here, shaking, with her pants in ruins and an elf’s seed
running a warm, wet trail down her thigh? No, not just any elf—Bane the
Terrible. The most feared killer in the enemy’s army and she’d let him fuck
her.

He finished doing his pants up and looked up. His eyes
widened and a hint of color touched his cheeks as he took in her disheveled
appearance. Another expression washed over his face, but it was gone almost as
soon as she saw it. Had it been regret? Shame for succumbing to his lust for a
faery again?

She bit her lip as he lifted his hand and uttered a small
spell. Magic whirled around her in a chaotic dance, catching her clothing and
tugging at her hair. She squeaked in surprise, trying to cover her face and
head as it pinched and pulled. Finally, it died down and she risked a look from
under her arm.

Bane watched her, an amused look in his eyes.

What the…

She checked herself quickly to make sure the spell hadn’t
done anything nasty, like give her donkey’s ears or a beak. Nope, her ears were
fine, as small and delicately pointed as they always had been, and her nose
felt quite normal.

“Don’t worry. I only had it mend your clothes. I…didn’t mean
to damage them,” he admitted abruptly, as though the words were dragged from
him.

He was right. Her hands dropped to her crotch, finding the
torn leathers in place, as though he hadn’t torn the seam with his bare hands.
Her fingers fluttered over her crotch, her pussy still throbbing. Her clit
ached, reacting to the slight pressure of her own hand as she leaned back
against the rough bark.

A low growl escaped his broad chest. His dark gaze fastened
onto her open lips, and the amusement fled from his gaze, replaced by a dark
and dangerous look.

“Fuck. Don’t look at me like that.”

She flicked her tongue over her lower lip in response. She
was a slut…but right now, she didn’t care. She wasn’t an idiot, the best chance
she had of surviving this was with Bane. If she could entrap him with her
feminine wiles, sparse as they were, then she might just avoid getting passed
around the entire elf army and forced to service the stinking masses.

He crowded her back, claiming her lips in a hot torrent of a
kiss. She tensed as anticipation of his harsh kisses and brutal, but sexy
caresses surged through her body. For a second, she ached for the soft, sweet touch
of a faery lover, but the craving was gone as his tongue parted her lips and
drove inside. She was never going to get that with him. Humming with pleasure,
she met him kiss for kiss, each hot slide and tangle driving her need for him
back up into the heavens.

He groaned against her lips and drove his hands into her
hair. Pulling her away from the tree, he enfolded her in his arms and kissed her
as if she was the last woman in the realm. Wrapping her hair around his fist,
he pulled her head back to expose her throat. Not painfully, but firmly. No
nonsense. She didn’t have a choice and didn’t want one. He could have hurt her
anytime he wanted to. He could have beaten her to a bloody pulp or raped and
abused her. There was no one to stop him doing anything he wanted.

Hot lips descended on the tender skin of her throat, over
the pulse that pounded with excitement and need. She clung to him, her hands on
his broad shoulders and her legs trapped between his spread thighs. Her knees
gave, unable to support her, but he held her easily. Breathy moans and pleas
broke from her lips as he spread a large hand over the back of her hips to
press her against him.

Oh lady, he was ready again.

She whimpered as his cock prodded her soft belly. He’d just
come but was as stiff as a pole-arm. She ached, cunt needing to be filled
again. She needed his cock, wanted him to fuck her again as hard as he just
had. Harder. Faster. Until she didn’t know where he ended and she began—

“Oh, for fuck’s sake, Bane. Put your little toy down, would
you?”

The mocking voice broke the spell. She jumped, squeaking, as
Bane lifted his head and tucked her against him. His entire stance protective,
he glared at the elven king who’d materialized next to them.