Taken by the Fae Lord (4 page)

“Are you ready for me, Liana?”

“Yes, please.”

“Please what, Liana?”

“Fuck me! Please, just fuck me.”

He rammed into her. She cried out, unused to
the invasion. But he remained still for a moment, allowing her
walls time to adjust to him before he began to move. She felt odd,
naked while he was still fully clothed, but when he began to fuck
her, all thoughts scattered. His cock pummeled her pussy so hard
she grabbed the sheets to keep from being moved upward on the bed.
She moaned, a low, uncontrolled sound of pleasure. Moving against
him, she met his heavy thrusts, increasing the fury of his strokes.
She had never been fucked this way, never been taken with such
ferocity like he wanted to devour her pussy, dominate her body and
wring every last drop of pleasure from her.

Liana had never known herself to be such
a…vocal…lover, but she knew now. Her moans and cries filled the
air, combined with his growls of pleasure. She felt the pressure
build again and sobbed, unsure she could take so much. In an
involuntary move to get away, she pushed herself up onto her hands.
His arms wrapped around her waist, immobilizing her. Her breasts
swung in time to his thrusts and she was truly trapped beneath him,
unable to do anything but endure the incredible pleasure/pain. The
orgasm burst over her in a wave of ecstasy and she cried out again.
A moment later, she felt the wetness of his seed spill into her. He
thrust once, twice, third time and fully sheathed himself, grasping
her hips hard, as if he were trying to implant every last drop of
semen in her body. He shuddered, slipping out of her and she
tumbled forward onto her stomach, knees unable to hold her, utterly
spent.

Eero stopped short, eyeing Assar stretched
out on the couch, feet propped on the coffee table as he watched
the entry door. His guard glanced over, giving Eero a thorough
going over before turning his attention back to- what?

“
How long have you been
sitting there?” Eero asked, shutting the door with care so Liana
remained asleep. He didn’t want to face her ire if she discovered
they’d had an audience- if only aural.

“
Is she pregnant yet?”
Assar asked laconically.

Eero leaned against the wall, arms folded.
“It might take more than one evening. I’ve heard that around
somewhere.”

The irony went over Assar’s head. “Cute
girl. Sure she’s the right one?”

“
Haven’t we had this
conversation?”

“
A blonde would at least
mask your grandmother’s blood. This one will emphasize
it.”

“
You mean a natural
blonde. They say there are none left.” Eero didn’t have the heart
for anger. Assar said nothing that his men- and even members of his
Hold- didn’t already think. Eero strode over and picked up the
glass in front of Assar, sniffing before taking a generous sip.
“Where did you get this swill? Surely I pay you enough to afford
better.”

“
I get paid?”

Eero stared into the glass of swill,
frowning. “Demoncracy. Remember? We have to pay you now.”

Assar stood, clapping Eero
hard enough on the back a lesser man would have moved- Eero
flinched not a millimeter. “Bet she’s pregnant.” Assar grinned,
wide and taunting. “Sounded like you gave a good accounting of
yourself, cousin. Oh, and it’s
demo
cracy.”

“
I know what I said. Get
out.”

His First Guard sauntered out of the room
after snagging the glass from Eero’s hand, quietly closing the door
behind him. Eero caught a brief look at who was on duty outside-
and how many- and shook his head. She’d be really pissed off if she
knew just how many had been listening.

He placed an order to room service, shuffled
some paperwork around, taking his time when he heard the sound of
sheets ruffling, feet padding softly across carpet and onto cold
tile. A moment later the shower started. His cock hardened. He
imagined the water slick over her golden skin, heavy breasts
lifting high as she raised her arms to lather her hair. His mood
darkened, shifted from semi-business mode back to something much
more predatory.

Eero knew his human didn’t realize the
contract she’d signed the previous evening included a lifetime
clause he could invoke at any time. Unusual, since most Fae
preferred to get their child and settle the mother in a nearby
estate, convenient but out of the way. He accepted his intention to
keep Liana- he wouldn't fight the impulse. He would keep her in his
home, in his bed. He was old enough that he knew his own mind, knew
the chemistry between them coupled with the evidence of wit and
ethics she’d shown was a rare combination, one he refused to
waste.

Eero strolled into the bedroom as Liana
exited the shower, a towel around her head and another around her
body.

Clicking his tongue, he removed both towels.
“I didn’t give you permission to cover yourself.”

Her chocolate eyes narrowed, the war between
cool suspicion and heated lust driving his own desire. “Still
playing that game, huh?” she asked. “For the record, I didn’t
ask.”

She snatched the abandoned towels off the
bed, delighting him with her defiance. Another female would have
bent to his will with practiced submission, molding herself onto
his body with choreographed passion.

“
Ah, my little human. We
are going to have so much fun together.”

***

Liana wanted to step back, but refused to
allow her cowardice to control her body. The way he looked at her-
a mix of unrighteous glee and hot desire mixed with a devil’s
smile- already her pussy, still sore and abused from the previous
evening’s fucking, began to moisten. She took a deep breath,
blushing when his eyes fastened on her chest. Men were men, after
all. Fae or human. He moved towards her and she held out a hand to
stop him.

“
Wait. I want to see the
paperwork you tricked me into signing yesterday.”

He grabbed her wrists, tugging her to him
with enough force that she stumbled into his arms, just like in an
old romance novel. She curled her lip, craning her neck to be sure
he saw her utter lack of fear.

“
No trick, Liana. You were
in such a hurry-”

“
That. Is a
lie.”

“
-you simply didn’t read
it properly. Don’t interrupt me,” he warned. “I will tolerate much
from you, but you will have to learn to be respectful. My- our-
people cannot see you talk to me like this.”

“
Maybe you should throw me
onto the reject pile. Get another application from the mile high
stack on your desk.”

He laughed. “I don’t think so. I like
you.”

She blinked at him, floored by the simple,
unadorned statement. “What? You don’t even know me.”

He drew her closer. The lines of their
bodies pressed against each other, satin skin against hard flesh.
“Doesn’t it make it more exciting? Besides, I know what I need to
know. The rest time will take care of.”

With an easy movement, he lifted her, one
arm under her buttocks, the other around her waist. Automatically
she wrapped her legs around him, gasping when her clit rubbed up
against his flesh. Backing her against the wall, he tested her
pussy with a finger.

“
You’re so fucking wet,”
he said, teeth scraping her tilted neck. He bit down on the soft
flesh right above her collarbone, sucking, inhaling the delicate
jasmine scent of her hair. Inserted a second finger into her, moved
in her body until her juices coated him. Played with her small nub.
Her breath caught, breasts jiggling with her shudder.

“
Yes, I noticed you like
it when I bite you, don’t you?”

He looked up when she remained quiet, a
silent threat in his eyes. Eero knew he would have to train her.
She blinked at him, already succumbing to a fog of pleasure. She
squeaked when he pinched her buttocks, hard enough to bruise, but
not hard enough to interrupt her pleasure.

“
Yes! God, I like it. You
arrogant bastard, you know I like it.”

He sighed, cock aching with need. His
patience was thin. He didn’t want to take the time to correct her,
knew he set a bad precedent by allowing the small impertinence. In
punishment, he shifted her hips until the head of his cock touched
the entrance of her pussy, and in one strong stroke, sheathed
himself in her. She cried out at the invasions. This time he
refused her time to adjust, grasping her plump buttocks in both
hands and pumping into her with a speed and force that wrung
strangled cries from her throat.

“
No, stop, I can’t… it’s
too much.”

He ignored her pleas, altering the angle of
his hips to hit the sweet spot he knew would make her scream.
Smiled, satisfied to hear his woman’s pleasure even as her walls
convulsed around him, squeezing mercilessly. He cried out,
remaining full sheathed as his orgasm rocked him, squeezing every
last bit of cum from his cock. He couldn’t remember a fuck that
gave him such satisfaction. His little human might not know it, but
he was keeping her.

***

Liana lay on the bed, exhausted and
throbbing, pussy so worn she would have wept if he looked at her
again with that glint in his eyes. She’d never been so well used,
so completely satisfied. The sex was unlike anything she had ever
imagined, and she was fearful of the future. She didn’t know how
long she could keep up with his demands, if the last night and
current morning were an indication of his appetite. And even as she
worried, he lay down next to her, placing a tray of food by her
side, a long stemmed rose in the valley between her breasts. Her
heart melted, and desire stirred, albeit sluggishly. Liana hoped
she didn’t fall in love with this man. He would break her
heart.

“
Eat,” he said, placing a
hand over her stomach. He tugged one of her curls. “You need enough
energy for three.”

Looking up into his eyes, they were narrow
and calculating. “Who do you belong to, Liana?”

“
You prick,” she said,
baring teeth in a snarl. “I belong to you. Just fuck
me.”

He smiled, dark masculine satisfaction. His
power over her was greater if she submitted of her own free
will.

Her lids drifted shut as he put his hand on
her again, her enflamed nub throbbing and jerking under his
ministrations. He yanked her hair and her eyes snapped open. Eero
moved her head, forcing her to watch in the mirror as he pleasured
her And through his eyes, she began to see the woman in the mirror
beneath him as something...beautiful. Not perfect, but ripe with
passion. Lips red with more than rouge, cheeks flushed, body lush
and squirming with sensuous need.

Liana pushed her hips against him, silently
demanding his entry. He obliged, entering her in one long, sure
stroke, fucking her with steady strength that banged the rickety
desk against the wall. He filled her to stretching, the angle sharp
and nearly painful- but, oh the intensity as the head of his cock
rubbed up against her sweet spot. She forgot about the noise and
just reveled in the feel of him inside her, knees liquid and
trembling, held up only by his grip on her hips. He hissed his
pleasure a moment after the rolling waves of her orgasm overtook
her, seating himself to the hilt and spilling his seed deep into
her pussy.

Collapsing on the desk, Liana rested her
forehead on the rough wood, trying to exert some control over her
trembling fingers.

“
Who do you belong to,
Liana?” Eero whispered in her ear.

You
, she thought.
I belong to
you
.

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