Dark Elves 2: Mastered

by Jet Mykles

  “I am. But it’s silly to be.”

  His fingers slid around until two of them slipped into her channel. She moaned. “Yes,” he agreed, pumping slowly. Once. “It is.” Twice. “Silly.”

  She couldn’t agree more, but lost her voice for the words. Her back arched at the sheer ecstasy of having any part of his body penetrating her.

  He adjusted, and the fingers left her channel. She groaned at the loss, only to gasp and flinch when his palm cracked against her ass. She froze, staring at the blankets before her. The same hand smoothed over the sting. She had just relaxed when he slapped the other side.

  “Ask why.”

  “Why?”

  She squealed when he landed heavily atop her, shoving her into the blankets. “Because your pleasure is mine to give.”

  Smothered by his body, Suzana tried to squirm. She gasped when he dug the fingers of one hand into her hair and yanked her head back. Lips brushed her cheek. All at once, Suzana’s body tightened and trembled. “My lord!” she moaned.

  “Yes,” he hissed, pushing back. “Back on your knees.”

  She scrambled to comply, crying out when he spanked her again. Not stopping. Not until her backside was aflame. Then, with a harsh cry of his own, he slammed his cock deep into her dripping depths. She screamed, the pleasure-pain far too intense to contain. Instantly her body convulsed, her mouth gaping as she struggled to gulp breath as he filled her. This position put a whole new meaning to deep! She fell to her elbows, pressing her forehead against the blankets as she adjusted to the impossible fill of his invasion.

  “Gods!” she gasped, clutching and panting. “Lir, yes. More, please!” It hurt, but oh, what a hurt! “Yes!”

  He pulled out, then thrust hard back in. She couldn’t stay still. Her hips canted to the side, finding a delicious angle where he rubbed her in another new spot. The next time he shoved forward, she threw her hips back at him. They both gasped as she managed to take just a little bit more of him.

  “Fuck,” he muttered, pressing his forehead to her spine. She shoved back again, and he growled, catching her hips. “Stop moving. I’ll come.”

  “Yes!” she cried, pushing back again.

  “Goddess!” He reared back, and she chanced a glance over her shoulder, just to watch that hair slide behind him, his eyes closed, his face tight in concentration. He caught a firm grip of her hips and set the motion, almost fucking himself using her body. And she was a more than willing tool. She spread her thighs and pushed back, furiously matching his rhythm.

  She spiked with a scream, and he growled, fucking her through her convulsions so that the orgasm never quite ended. She cried and clutched and moaned, quite sure she was in agony but feeling nothing but ecstasy!

  When she could almost take no more, he came, filling her with wet warmth.

  He wasn’t finished. Propelling her forward with a push, he fell atop her. Eagerly, he pushed her long hair aside to devour the sensitive skin at her neck. She shuddered, the wash of pleasure a surprise after such a great release. He lapped and nipped at every inch of her back, down to the cheeks of her ass. She wiggled when he bit her there, groaned when he slapped her.

  Why did that feel good?

  She buried her face in the pillow. Yelped when he fell heavily beside her and flipped her body so that she was cradled in the curve of his. He tucked her top thigh onto his hip, spreading her, then guided his cock back inside her. Again he drove her until she sobbed with release.

  He lay back a moment to catch his breath, then rose to retrieve water and cloths to wipe her clean. Her smile, though tired, hurt her mouth it was so wide.

  When he finally crawled onto the blankets beside her, she snuggled against his side. Her cheek pressed to the hard muscle of his chest, her shoulder tucked neatly under his arm. Her breasts pressed against him and her leg thrown over his, she’d never felt more at peace. More at home.

  “I love you,” she murmured as sleep took her.

  Chapter Eleven

  The door opened. Suzana muttered in her sleep but remained snugly tucked against Krael’s side.

  Rhon dipped his head through the doorway. “Nalfien sent for you, Captain.”

  “Tell him not today,” Krael muttered, sliding his hands through Suzana’s hair, which lay in thick curls across his chest and belly. The shining black nearly disappeared against his skin.

  “But ...”

  “Tell him not today. He can come after me if he dares.”

  “Yes, Captain.”

  Krael sucked in a breath and let it out slowly as he rubbed his cheek against the top of her head. Why bother? Valanth wanted Suzana. He would have her. Krael’s time with her was precious. Why should he waste it with the sorcerers?

  “I love you.”

  She’d said the words. Why? She could not be in love with him! It didn’t happen that way. Besides, what did he need with a truemate? He had never felt a particular need to breed and had always enjoyed many women. Why would he want one teeny little one?

  She sighed, rubbing her cheek against his chest. Her breath lightly caressed his nipple. The damned thing hardened just from that! As for his cock? Unless he’d just pulled it out of her -- and not always then -- it had been constantly hard the last few days.

  He felt her smile against his skin. Watched her hand extend from its adorable curl on his sternum to flatten against his ribs. Delicately, she traced his muscles, finding a few old scars that were barely noticeable unless seen up close.

  “Do you say ‘good morning’ here, my lord?” she asked, the sleepy rasp to her voice yanking at his lower spine.

  “Not generally, no.”

  Her hand trailed down his belly. “How do you greet someone when you wake?”

  His cock jumped when she extended one elegant finger to trace the very tip. “If we wake in bed with someone, usually we fuck.”

  She raised her head, shocked. “No!”

  He smiled. “That’s what we were created for.”

  “But ... every morning? What if you’re ill? Or out of sorts? Or ...?”

  He reached for the hair behind her ear. Used it to pull her face toward his. “Then greetings are rarely in order.”

  He kissed her, amused when her attention wandered from her question to their tongue-tangle.

  She protested when he pulled away. Dragging her eyes open, her heart leapt to see the wicked amusement in his clear blue eyes.

  “Next lesson.”

  She blinked. Oh!

  Quite easily, he pushed her neck and shoulders, nudging her down his body until she was face-to-cock. It was so big! How in the wide ocean did she fit that inside her body?!

  He released her hair and, while she stared, positioned a pillow behind his shoulders to prop him up. “Suck it.”

  She turned wide eyes on him. “Suck it?”

  His half-lidded eyes burned. “Yes. Lick your lips, then take as much as you can into your mouth.”

  Unsure, she did as he commanded. She had to get up on her hands and knees, her head bent over his lap. She took the long column of hard muscle into both hands, barely able to span the width. Expanding her lips wide, she slid the head into her mouth.

  “Mmmm,” she hummed, finding his taste delicious. The width of him was difficult to manage, but the natural oil that seeped from his skin proved to be quite spicy.

  He groaned, and she chanced a quick glance up to find his eyes shut, head dipped back. What a sight! The wide, long landscape of his belly and chest shone in the firelight. That glorious hair framed his face, fanning out to cover quite a bit of the bed to either side of him. The design on his face glinted alive in the flickering light.

  She drew him out and lapped at the pleasing taste just under the plum head. He bucked, breath catching. Experimentally, she did it again, delighted when he squirmed, clutching the blankets beside them. Oh, what fun! Wetting her tongue, she traced the entire head, squeezing the shaft with her hands.

  “Yes.” His hands found hers to show
her how to squeeze. How to slide up and down. When and where to apply pressure. She learned her lesson, all the while keeping the tip of his cock wet with her tongue.

  “Goddess! Suza, suck it. Suck it hard!”

  She obeyed, her cheeks caving in. She gagged when he abruptly thrust up, but recovered quickly. She used her hands, realizing that she needed to make a pussy of her hands and mouth to give him full enjoyment.

  Nine torments of Rhae! How could one little innocent drive him wild like this? She barely knew what to do, but the touch of her hands and the feel of her tiny little mouth, those teeth scraping his sensitive skin as she struggled to get as much of him into as possible ... Sweet mother of night, he was lost!

  “Suza, stop!”

  She didn’t listen. He had to lean forward and yank her head up with one hand, using the other atop her fingers to pump his seed from his cock. She watched, bewildered, her tongue caught between her teeth, and he came harder just at that sight. Roughly, he yanked that gorgeous mouth to his, fucking it with his tongue the way he’d just fucked it with his cock. Until he was drained. And drenched.

  Groaning, he fell back in the pillows, needing a moment.

  On her knees beside him, Suzana surveyed his body. Then, quietly, she got up and went to the privy. This time it was she who returned with bowl and water to wipe him clean. If he was any judge, she took great delight in wiping him down. He made a mental note to let her bathe him. Oh, yes, she’d love to wash his hair.

  After returning the bowl and cloth, she climbed onto the bed and onto his body. He enfolded her in his arms as she spread herself across his chest, her head tucked beneath his chin. For long moments, they lay quiet -- she toying with a lock of his hair, he stroking her hair and back.

  Bliss.

  “I love you, Krael.”

  He stiffened. Suzana held her breath. He’d heard her words. She knew it. “My lord ...”

  “Shhhh, Suzana.”

  She shook her head, pushing up to brace on her arms above him. It wasn’t easy to span his width, but she managed. She met his blue-eyed gaze straight on, wanting no mistake. “I love you.”

  One black lip lifted in a snarl. Her heart stopped. Abruptly, he lifted her away and left the bed.

  “My lord ...”

  “Suzana, you can’t love me.”

  She sat on the bed, watching him pace before her. “But I do.”

  “No!” He stopped, the wave of his hair swishing forward before settling about his naked body. Oh, what a body?! She wanted to run her hands over that beautiful expanse rather than argue, but the words must be said. “You don’t. It’s infatuation, nothing more.”

  She frowned, then carefully erased it from her face. “I’m not a child, my lord. I’ve been infatuated. I know the difference.”

  “No. You don’t. Humans can’t help but want us. It’s part of what we are. Part of what Rhae made us. You might have strong feelings for me now. But I’m the first one you’ve been with. There will be others.”

  Panic burbled in her chest, but she struggled to suppress it. “No.”

  “Yes.”

  “I don’t want anyone else.”

  He shrugged, holding himself very still. “Now, perhaps.”

  “Never!”

  He snarled, pacing away from her. “We have nine days together. That’s it. If you’re not pregnant by then, you’ll go to another.”

  “What if I am pregnant?” She touched a tentative hand to her belly.

  He blew a blast of air through his lips, an exasperated sound. “Suzana, I told you. It doesn’t happen all at once. It takes time for the sorcerers to find the right match for you.”

  What was that flash of emotion she saw pass over his stern features? No matter. As fast as she saw it, it was gone, lost as he turned his head and that wonderful fall of hair obscured his face.

  She tried a new tactic. “Does this mean that you don’t love me?”

  He spared her an angry glance before retrieving a cup from the side table. “Didn’t anyone explain truebonding to you?” He opened a bottle of wine and poured.

  He didn’t say no. She took heart in that. “Yes, my lord.”

  “Then you know that we can’t be.”

  “Why can’t you be my truemate?” She knew she was repeating herself, knew she was making him angry, but she struggled to find the truth. She knew they were destined to be together.

  He shook his head, downing his drink. “It doesn’t happen the first time.”

  “Why not?”

  “It never has.”

  She ignored the cold thrill that threatened her heart. “Never?”

  “Not that I know of.” Pacing again. The sweet, round mounds of his bottom peeking through the silver white of his hair, his cock swinging before him, both thoroughly distracting her.

  “Can’t it happen the first time?”

  “No.”

  She frowned again. He didn’t sound sure. But she hesitated to press him.

  She felt the tears coming. There was nothing to do to stop them, though she tried. There was a very real possibility that she would be separated from Krael. When she knew he was her match. Her truemate. Her people didn’t share the label, but she knew the concept. She had seen soul-mating within her own family, between her own parents. She knew love could and did happen instantly. Why couldn’t Krael believe her?

  Staring at her knees, she gave up the fight and let the tears rain down her cheeks, dripping onto her breasts.

  “Suza.” His voice was stern. She didn’t look up. Couldn’t bear the sight.

  When his gleaming dark thighs came into view, the tears came harder. His hand caught her shoulders, and she went limply into his embrace.

  “Don’t cry.”

  That prompted the sobs. Miserable, she wrapped her arms as far as she could about his brawny torso, buried her face against his neck.

  “I only want you.”

  “Now. I’m the only one you’ve known.”

  “I don’t need a comparison to know!”

  He grunted, sitting back in the pillows.

  She sniffed. He grabbed up a corner of one blanket, and she used it to wipe her eyes and nose, carefully balling it up and tossing it to the side. She remained within his embrace, at home like she’d never been before.

  She pressed her lips just above his nipple. I love you, she thought. Swiping her tongue over his nipple, she thrilled at the way his body jerked. I do love you, she insisted silently, closing her lips about the hard little nub and sucking. His hands bunched in her hair, one of them trailing down to cup her buttocks. Her own hair was silk against her back, but it wasn’t the silk she wanted to feel. She pulled back to readjust until she was straddling him. As he slouched, her pussy was pressed to the hard ridges on his abdomen. She shoved her hands in the hair to either side of his face and pulled him into a kiss.

  He was hers! She’d never felt so possessive about anything before, but this she knew.

  “Fuck me. Please!” she begged, lips still pressed to his, sharing his breath. “Take me, any way you want me.”

  “Mmm,” he rumbled, the vibrations tantalizing her pussy. “You fuck me.”

  Her attack had lowered him in the pillows until he lay near prone. His cock lightly tapped her ass. Eagerly, she wiggled back until the head prodded her dripping opening. She lowered her hand to position him, then abruptly slammed her whole body back to impale herself.

  He hissed, fingers digging into her hips. “Yes!” she shouted, clutching her hands on his chest, scratching him. She lifted, then dropped, crying out when his length bumped her womb, but she loved it! Wild, she writhed atop him.

  When it came, her climax clenched her entire body, so violent that it took Krael by surprise and wrenched away his control. Her quivering body sucked him dry, then continued to clutch him inside.

  Chapter Twelve

  Suzana plucked the harp lightly, producing a sweet, haunting lullaby that she accompanied with loving words. The ballad was a f
avorite among her people, a traditional song sung by a maid to her true love.

  Suzana’s true love lay back among the pillows of their bed, his eyes closed and big hands folded sedately over his muscled abdomen. His lush white hair spanned the bed about him, a silken blanket among the other blankets. Suzana watched him carefully, waiting to see if he recognized the intent of her words. She’d consciously chosen the commonspeak version of the ballad to sing, wanting him to hear the love in her voice.

  She used only a touch of her empathetic powers, just letting them flow lightly over him. Calm him. Warm his blood a touch. Judging by the calm look on his face and the half-erect state of his cock, she decided she was doing well.

  The words of the ballad ended, followed soon by the last few strains of the music. She remained still at her corner of the bed, watching him intently.

  His eyelids lifted halfway. “Did you place a spell on me?” he asked calmly.

  “No, my lord.”

  He quirked a snowy brow. She lowered her gaze a bit. “It’s not really a spell, my lord. I only sought to calm you.”

  “Was I not calm?” His voice was far too sedate for her liking.

  She swallowed. “I’m sorry, my lord.”

  “What have you to be sorry about?”

  She raised her gaze to his, heart rate kicking up a notch. What was he thinking? “I ...”

  He tilted his head to the side. “You weren’t trying to make me love you?”

  A lump clogged her throat. It took two tries to swallow it away so she could speak. “I would not do that, my lord. I cannot. It’s not in my power.” She met his gaze full-on and said bravely, “Though I wish that I could.”

  His face fell, and for one brief second she thought she saw pain. But then the calm mask was back.

  She watched silently as he rose from the bed. He crossed the room to one of the tables. Her heart leapt to her throat when she saw him pick up the whip. Not the flogger, the whip.

  He turned, his blue eyes smoldering. “Get up.”