The Elfbitten Trilogy (15 page)

     “What do I have to do?” I asked, looking up into Andre’s face. He loomed over me now that I was on my feet and only five foot one. Andre held my gaze, showing great control that he hadn’t taken the time to ogle me even though I was practically naked and the Hunter’s blood was on my skin.

     “You’ll need to find a witch,” he said simply. “I imagine it will be costly.”

     “A witch?” I repeated, more than a little surprised.

     “Yes, you’ll need a bond breaking,” he explained. “Only a skilled witch will be able to perform such magic.”

     “A witch,” I sighed, shaking my head. I reached for Andre’s hands and pulled them away from my face and took a step back, dropping his hands as I did so. I felt Daniel’s heat behind me and held out a hand behind me, reaching for him. I was grateful when he took my hand. I pulled him close to me, stepping back into him. Daniel wrapped his arms around my waist and stood behind me. I took comfort in his heat and quiet calm.

     “You are struck by him,” Andre said, inclining his head to indicate Daniel.

     “No,” I shook my head. “I am elfstruck by that Hunter. I was just lucky that Daniel found me. He is able to quell my needs so I don’t seek the Hunter.” Andre considered Daniel for another moment before he nodded his head, as if deciding something for himself.

     “You are welcome to stay,” Andre said, gathering himself and his power, “but you cause any more bloodshed and I will have you banished.”    

     “I understand,” I said. “Thank you.”

     “And Taryn,” Andre said just as he turned to walk away, the crowd already parting for him.

     “Yes?”

     “You’ll want to stay for a bit.”

     “Why’s that?”

     “I can feel the power of the bite emanating off of you. You do not want to leave until you have satisfied your craving,” he said, adding over his shoulder, “take it from someone who knows.” With that, he walked through the crowd, fairies, pixies, and humans parting for him like a wave in the ocean. Their gazes lingered on me for a few more moments, but I kept my head held high and refused to drop my eyes. Finally they all began to turn away and go back to whatever or whoever they were doing before we interrupted everything.

     “Tare?” Daniel’s warm breath caressed my neck and I closed my eyes with a shiver. I found myself shifting my hips so that my ass rubbed against his crotch. I could feel his cock responding, growing harder under his jeans. The bite on my shoulder was starting to tingle, sending happy little shock waves through my body, making me rub my thighs together.

     “Yes,” I whispered back, leaning my head back against his chest. He hesitated, but I felt his fingers clench around my waist and his arms tighten around me. I caught my breath and realized I couldn’t hear the rest of the club anymore. I was going to black out soon and wouldn’t get to remember anything.

     “Tare, are you okay?” Daniel asked.

     “Yes, but if you don’t hurry, I won’t remember any of it.”

     “Hurry up and what?”

     “Fuck me, Daniel.” He startled behind me at my bluntness, but he recovered quickly and bent his knees before hoisting me off of my feet and turned around to carry me back into the office. Even after all that commotion and me standing practically naked in front of a crowd, he still wanted privacy. Humans, what are you gonna do?

     Daniel walked me over to the desk and bent me over it. I gripped the far edge and braced myself on the tips of my toes, my ass up and my body trembling for what was to come. I could hear Daniel undoing his belt and the zipper on his jeans, the sounds making me wet and ready for him, soaking the thin lace of my panties. I wiggled my hips in anticipation and bit my lip. Daniel’s fingers caressed my hips as he reached for the waistband of my panties and slid them down until they circled my feet. I didn’t argue with him that they could’ve stayed on; maybe he wanted to see my ass bare?

     “Please, please, please,” I whispered when I felt him step behind me, the heat of his body making me tremble. Daniel fisted my hair with one hand while he grabbed his now hard cock with the other and guided it to press against my pussy. I pushed up on my toes and arched my back, pressing my stomach into the hard wooden desk while lifting my hips for him. He pushed the mushroom tip of his cock into me, making me gasp, but he stopped there and pulled out. I moaned for him and he pulled on my hair and pushed the tip back into me. Out, then in, out, then in. I gripped the desk until my knuckles ran white with the effort.

     Daniel slammed his cock into me, the slap of skin on skin filling the room. I cried out, arching harder against him until I could feel his cock at my end. Daniel gripped my hair harder and pulled until I lifted my body off of the desk and only the edge of it pressed into my thighs. I cupped my bouncing breasts and teased my nipples, moaning my pleasure to the ceiling as my nipples hardened under my touch. Daniel’s fingers gripped my hip as he pounded into me. My walls clenched around him as the heat began to grow low in my belly. I dropped one hand to my clit and began to rub desperately in time with Daniel’s thrusting hips. I could feel his cock swelling impossibly large inside of me as he edged closer to his own orgasm. I wanted to feel him cum inside of me, hot and fast.

     “Harder!” I screamed, gripping my breast, pumping my hand against my clit, feeling the orgasm building in me. Daniel pulled my hair hard enough to bend my back until I was gazing at the ceiling and he used the leverage to pound into me as hard as he could. He began to swear in a deep growl and I knew he was there. I felt him cum inside of me, his body thrashing behind me, slapping my ass as he came. His scream pushed me over the edge; the orgasm rolled through my body, making my pussy clench around him, my clit tremble against my fingers, and my nipples pucker under my hand. We screamed our pleasure and the threatening darkness was pushed back and I was in control of my senses again. Even the bite on my shoulder went quiet.

     I sighed in relief and Daniel eased his grip on my hair and I folded forward on the desk. The cool wood felt wonderful on my breasts and stomach. Daniel held onto my hips for balance as the tiny aftershocks shook his body, pushing his cock deeper into me. I moaned, satisfied, and pushed my hips back against him, enjoying the ride. I closed my eyes and rested my cheek against the desktop. Daniel bent forward and pressed a skin to my shoulder blade, making me smile.

     “What now, luv?” he asked.

     “I find a witch.”

Chapter Three: Elfspell

     I was sitting in Andre the Vampire’s office. I could hear the beat of the music from the club pulsing through the walls around me, reverberating through the chair under me. I was surprised to find out his office was on the top floor of the building, only accessible through the rooftop patio. At least, that’s how it looked; I was sure there were some secret panels and passageways in here. But I had expected his office to be in the basement to be perfectly honest, hidden from sight and protected from light. Instead two walls were made of floor to ceiling windows, meeting at the corner, giving a sweeping view of the city. Now I knew that first night I had seen Andre sitting in the shadows of the rooftop patio, he had been sitting outside his office, getting some fresh air.

     At the time I didn’t know he owned this club; I didn’t find that out until a couple of days ago when I was helping to tear apart one of his manager’s interior offices. I had come here about a week ago with my best friend and fellow Bright Elf, Roxy, to try and get over a break up. Our magic was empowered by life giving forces like lust and sex and I had wallowed in my grief long enough to deplete my stores of magic. Roxy brought me to this club, which catered to the carnal needs of the Fae community to help me get over Cillian and restore my power. It had definitely worked, but I had taken home a souvenir – a Hunter’s bite – which had me elfstruck. The bite created an insatiable lust and if ignored would take over my body and I would black out. It also left me vulnerable to bend to the will of the Hunter who bit me. After the first black out, I had woken up in my bed with a stranger who I had been having my way with for nearly two days.  Luckily I had brought home an honest and very helpful human man named Daniel.

     Unfortunately Daniel was a fighter and had to leave today for training for his next big fight. Daniel had been helping me try to track down any witch I could find; looking for one that knew the spell to break the bond of the Hunter’s bite. But because witches had assimilated for the most part into human society, helping law enforcement police the Fae community, they were less than trusting of anyone not human. They had ostracized their race from our community by creating collars for the police. Most Fae and magical creatures are too strong for the simple metal cuffs and plastic zip ties used to shackle humans under arrest so witches had designed a collar that rendered our magic and strength useless. Needless to say the Fae community didn’t take too kindly to this betrayal. Now I was looking for a witch to help me and it was proving a much harder task than I thought it would be.

     So far I had had a couple of doors slammed in my face, crows set on me, itching powder and forget me powder blown in my face and threatened with boils and sores. It had been a long ass week so far. Now that Daniel was out of reach I knew I needed to act fast to get this bite removed. The night I had met Daniel, he had rescued me from being kidnapped by a couple of trolls, not that I remembered any of that. But apparently I had taken him home, ripped his clothes off and had my way with him for nearly two days. I shudder to think what I would’ve done with giant trolls in that state. The thought sent a shiver of fear through my body. I needed to get this bite removed before I had another blackout and ended up with gods know who.

     I stood up and walked around the desk to the bank of windows and looked over the city. There was a full yellow moon hanging low in the inky sky over the buildings. The lights of so many structures leached out the stars twinkling overhead. I could see my reflection faintly in the window pane. I fussed with my long blond hair, tossing it over my shoulder and checking my eye make up. My grey eyes looked ghostly in the dark window. I tugged at the hem of my shirt, it was deep purple with a plunging neckline accenting my cleavage, but it covered the bite on my shoulder. I turned and checked the back of my leather skirt, making sure it covered my ass. I would’ve worn jeans, but the club had a dress code and if I wanted to talk to Andre I had to get in. I bent over and tugged at the tops of my knee-high black suede boots.

     “Now that’s a much nicer view,” Andre’s silky voice filled the room. I hadn’t heard him open the door, let alone come in. He was suddenly behind me, his long firm fingers curling possessively around my hips. I straightened up slowly, finding that he had positioned himself so that my ass fit perfectly against his groin.

     “Andre,” I said in greeting, a little surprised to hear how breathy my voice was, but he had startled me after all.

     “Taryn,” he purred, bending his head down to the crook of my neck, breathing in the scent of my hair. His fingers gripped my hips a little tighter and he pulled me more firmly against his body. His curling black hair fell over my shoulder, tickling the exposed skin of my breasts. I felt the bite on my shoulder begin to stir under his attention; sending enticing little sparks through my body, making me shift my hips against him. Almost instantly I felt him respond to the movement, becoming full and hard, pressing into my ass.

     “I had a reason for coming here,” I managed to say, forcing my eyes open, trying to quiet the pulse of the bite.

     “I’m quite sure you did,” he murmured, reaching with one hand to move my hair to the side, exposing one pointed ear. He grazed the shell of my ear with his cool lips, taking the lobe between his teeth and sucking gently. I watched him in the reflection in the mirror. I reached with one hand to toy with his long black hair, twining my fingers through it. Both of his hands were back on my hips and he slid them around to the front, curling his body around mine.

     “You feel cold,” I whispered.

     “I haven’t fed enough tonight,” he breath tickled my neck when he spoke and I shivered against him, feeling my nipples harden and things low in my body clench in response to his rough, hungry voice. His tongue darted out, teasing my ear and a small noise escaped me as I closed my eyes and tilted my chin, nuzzling closer to him. He lowered his face to press feather light kissed along my neck, his tongue slipping out to massage pulse in my throat. I felt a trill of excitement roll through me. My hand slipped up until my nails raked the back of his head and I gripped his hair tightly.

     “I came here for help,” I breathed, shifting my hips against him again, this time on purpose.

     “I see,” he said, his lips brushing against my skin.

     “I haven’t been able to find a witch who will help me break the bite,” I said, catching my breath as one of his hands slipped under the hem of my shirt and his cold fingers slid along the flat of my stomach, reaching up until he could cup my breast.

     “That is a problem,” he agreed, grazing the muscle in my throat with his teeth, careful not to break skin. He forced his fingers under my bra so that he could grip my breast, grazing my eager nipple with his thumb, making me moan quietly.

     “Can you help me?” My voice was so low, so quiet, only a vampire could’ve heard me.

     “Perhaps.”

     “What do you want?” My voice trembled with need. When I opened my eyes again I could see them glowing brightly in the reflection in the window. His teeth pressed harder into the skin on my throat until I made a small noise for him, just before he broke the skin.

     “I believe you know what I want,” he said, his voice was like another hand on my body, caressing me in ways his hands couldn’t reach.

     “If you promise to help me,” I said, careful to bind him to an oath before I gave over to the need we were both feeling.