Obsessed

by Cheyenne McCray

  Renn gave a soft chuckle. “Surely you can wait but a few moments before I fuck you, denai.”

  “Oooh. You—” Tierra fought against his hold, but the rogue was so strong she was imprisoned in his arms. If only her hands were free, she would use her magic…

  Yes. That’s what she would do. She would teach this smug bastard a lesson he would never forget.

  Ceasing her struggles, she stared up into his silver eyes. Slowly she licked her lips in the same manner she had seen the tavern wenches do when they focused their attention on a man they wanted to bed. “Why wait?” she murmured.

  “Indeed.” Renn wrapped his large hands around her waist, tossed her over his shoulder, and was striding toward his camp before she even knew what was happening.

  “Put me down,” Tierra demanded, slapping her hand against his scarred back. In her upside down position, her hair hung over her face and her pack slipped, landing with a thunk on the base of her head.

  Oh, was this man going to pay. And she would make him pay good.

  In mere strides Renn reached the clearing where Feymir still waited. The horse tossed his head and whickered, a reproachful note to the sound.

  Renn deposited Tierra on a thick patch of grass and she braced her hands behind her as she looked up at him. Her clothes were still damp where the man had straddled her.

  “Found our missing maid,” Renn said to the stallion. “In Merth Darkling, of all places in the gods’ forest.”

  Missing maid? Tierra’s muscles tensed. Was this man one of Zanden’s followers? Had he been tracking her since she left the village?

  She narrowed her gaze, her heart pounding. “Who are you?”

  He smiled, raw and untamed. “The first man to fuck you.”

  Giving him the look that had reduced most men to slobbering fools, she said, “You don’t know that you are the first. And you have not fucked me.”

  “I do and I will.” Renn grasped his cock as he stood over her. Slowly he moved his hand up and down its length. “You enjoyed watching me. Did you not?”

  Tierra swallowed. Damn the man and his arrogance, but she couldn’t help the lust erupting within her body. The heat, the fire that blazed through her at the sight of his cock and his strong hand working it from base to tip.

  Gods help her, she needed that cock—needed to touch and taste it. Needed to feel it deep within her.

  No. She had changed her mind, Tierra reminded herself. She would not fuck this man. But she would enjoy sampling the warrior before she put him in his place.

  Almost without realizing what she was doing, she rose to her knees in the soft grass and slid her pack from her shoulders, letting it fall to the ground behind her.

  She laid her fingers on his. “Allow me.”

  “Yes, denai, sweet innocent.” He removed his hand as she bade. “Touch me.”

  Sweet innocent, eh? She would show him innocent.

  With her attention completely focused on his cock, she grasped it in her palm. His erection bucked within her hand and a drop of fluid glistened at the eye, like a rare Mairi pearl.

  “Soft…yet not,” she murmured. His cock was rigid within, not unlike the rock-hard muscles she had felt when her hands were upon his chest. But the skin—almost silky beneath her fingers as she explored every vein, ridge and contour. What would it feel like to have this fine rod thrusting into her?

  She wanted to devour his cock, just as she had seen the wenches suck the men in the back room of the tavern. Lowering her head, Tierra flicked her tongue out and licked away the pale droplet. The creamy taste rolled over her tongue and she went back for more.

  A fierce growl rumbled in Renn’s chest and he fisted his hands in her hair, pressing her mouth closer to his cock. “Suck me, denai.”

  Ah, yes. This warrior would be too easy to best. All she had to do was lead him by his cock-tether and he would do whatever she wished.

  Tierra gave a satisfied hum as she slid her lips down his length, while using one hand to stroke the rest of his shaft as she had seen him do. Grabbing his tight ass with her free hand, she dug her fingernails into the solid muscle. She moved her head up and down on his cock, at the same time flicking and swirling her tongue.

  The warrior sucked in his breath, his buttocks clenching beneath her fingertips. She used her hand in time with the motions of her mouth, just like she’d seen the tavern wenches do. Should she pleasure him ’til his come erupted into her mouth? Or bring him to the brink and leave him hanging from the edge of madness?

  With a groan, Renn clenched his hands tighter in Tierra’s hair. By the gods, what was the maid doing to him? Her warm mouth and teasing tongue felt exquisite—far better than the most experienced of Elvin and Nordain maids. Even Faeries could not rival the lust this one wench stirred within him, using only her hot, wet mouth and small hands.

  The sucking talent of the maid told him she had done this before. How else could she know how to pleasure him so perfectly?

  A fierce storm of jealousy exploded through Renn at the thought of Tierra being with any other man, in any way. “Where did you learn to suck a man’s cock?” he all but growled at her.

  “Mmmm…” she hummed along his staff, the sensation nearly driving him to his knees.

  He captured her head with his hands as he eased back, slipping his cock from her mouth. “What man have you sucked before?” Renn had to know. He fully intended to track the son of a qinok down and kill him.

  A sensual smile spread over Tierra’s face as she looked up at him beneath heavy-lidded eyes. “It matters not.”

  She gasped as he grabbed her shoulders and brought her to stand. The mere fact that he had never experienced jealousy over a woman before was irrelevant. She should never have had another man’s cock in her mouth. No man should have put his hands upon this woman’s fair body. No man would ever touch her again.

  “Tell me,” he demanded, his hands gripping her tightly. “I will seek the bastard out and slay him.”

  The surprised look upon Tierra’s face turned into a teasing smile. She put her hands to his chest and lightly skimmed his muscles ’til her fingers slid behind his neck.

  Raising herself up on her toes, she brought her face closer to his. “Such a fierce warrior.” Her fingers tangled in his black hair and she pulled him down to meet her. “Why don’t you show me how a man kisses the woman he’s going to fuck?”

  Renn all but roared as he cupped his hand to the back of Tierra’s head, crushing her mouth with his. Be damned his restraint, he could not wait another moment to possess her.

  This time Tierra could not hold back a moan as the warrior savaged her mouth. His kiss was hard, brutal, and it excited her beyond reason. His taste, his powerful presence, the way his body felt against hers…gods above, but she wanted him. How could she think to walk away?

  While he thrust his tongue into the depths of her mouth, Renn brought one hand to her breast and squeezed it through her tunic. Her answering cry seemed to incite him, and he deepened the intensity of his kiss, forcing his tongue into her mouth and sucking on hers in return.

  He tore his lips from hers and she stared up at him, dazed and so filled with lust she could barely see straight.

  “I must see you, denai.” Even as he spoke, he was pulling her tunic over her head, and then tossing it aside.

  Tierra’s nipples were rigid in the cool forest air, and the look in Renn’s eyes made her so wet she was sure she would die if he did not take her soon.

  The warrior cupped her breasts in his huge palms and used his thumbs to stroke her nipples. “The gods have seen fit to make you perfect.” He lowered his head and nuzzled the valley between her breasts. “Perfect for me.”

  “Suck them,” Tierra begged as she grasped his massive biceps, needing something to hold on to. “I want your mouth upon me now.”

  Renn growled and caught one of her nipples between his teeth. Tierra almost screamed at the sensation of his tongue flicking across the captured nub.
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  No. This man would not make her scream. She would not.

  But gods how she wanted to.

  “Your taste,” he murmured as his mouth moved to her other breast. “Sweet as the finest chocolatyl.”

  Tierra’s body trembled, so close she was to climax. “Touch me.”

  “Where?” he replied before giving her nipple a gentle bite.

  “My clit.” She reached between their bodies as she spoke and wrapped her hand around his cock. “Now.”

  “Yes, denai.” Renn thrust his hand into her breeches, straight to the soft curls. “I want nothing more than to see you come.”

  The moment his finger stroked Tierra’s tight nub, her orgasm exploded throughout her. Flashes of light flared and sparked behind her eyes and she had to clench her teeth tight to keep from screaming. The warrior continued fingering her clit and her body jerked against his as she climaxed again.

  “S-stop.” She pushed away from him and released his cock, unable to take another moment of the overwhelming sensations.

  “I need my cock inside you.” Renn’s hoarse voice almost made her change her mind. Almost made her regret what she was about to do.

  But the man had to be taught a lesson.

  “You want to fuck?” She took another step back, her knees so weak from her orgasm that she almost stumbled.

  Renn reached for Tierra, but at the same time she loosed her spellbindings. The magical ropes glittered through the air as they spun from her fingertips. The bindings wrapped so quickly around the warrior’s chest, arms, and legs that he was completely trussed before he realized what was happening to him.

  A stunned expression crossed his handsome face, followed by fury as he fought to free himself of the magical tethers. “What in the gods’ hells?”

  Tierra smiled and stepped closer to him. Placing both hands flat against his chest, she shoved.

  And the mighty warrior toppled backward and landed on his fine muscled ass.

  “Free me, wench.” Renn’s growl was ferocious, but Tierra only grinned.

  “I think not.” She gave a long, relaxed stretch, thrusting her breasts forward, and his pained expression was her reward. “Not ’til get what I want.”

  Renn swallowed, his throat visibly working, his expression still furious. “And that is?”

  “For you to know how it feels to be overpowered.” Tierra scooped up her tunic and slipped it over her head. “Maybe in the future you would do well to not be so dammed arrogant.”

  His gaze followed her as she retrieved her pack and slipped it onto her shoulders. She could tell he was struggling to control his temper as he demanded, “Free me!”

  For a moment she faltered, the dark forest looming before her. That eerie feeling overcame her once again…that she was being watched. Hair prickled at her nape and she shivered.

  Shaking off the sensation, Tierra gave Renn a flippant smile. “See you around, big man.”

  Feymir’s snort and Renn’s bellow of rage echoed behind Tierra as she headed straight into the depths of Merth Darkling.

  Chapter Three

  Tierra tore through the woods, trying to get as far from the warrior as she could before she was too far to maintain her hold on the spellbindings. Even as she ran, she concentrated on making the magical ropes contain Renn as long as possible.

  Pack bouncing between her shoulder blades, she sped through the dark forest, taking care not to stumble over root or rock. She would not let him capture her this time.

  Her lungs filled with scents of pine and jensai blooms, but she also caught a sinister odor. The putrid smell of rotten meat, not unlike the stench she had smelled earlier, before being captured by Renn.

  A stench that clogged her senses, permeating every inch of her body.

  When she at last reached that invisible, unknown line where her magic stretched too thin to continue, she heard Renn’s fierce warrior’s cry.

  The hunter was free.

  And Tierra knew he would charge after his prey with no thought beyond the chase.

  The capture.

  Shivers of pleasure rattled Tierra’s being…

  What would the furious hunter do if he caught her?

  Tear her clothes from her body and fuck her like the wild beast that he was?

  The mere thought made her stumble. Made her wet and her nipples as hard as his cock had been in her mouth.

  But no. Tierra had to find her halias. She could not afford to take time for a dalliance with any man.

  No matter how much she wanted to fuck him.

  Her breathing came hard and labored, and she could scarce hear anything beyond blood rushing in her ears. Was the brute gaining on her? She would not be able to run much longer.

  The forest grew denser and it became even harder to see as she ran deeper into this place Renn had called Merth Darkling.

  A tree. That was it. She would find a suitable one, climb into its branches and hide.

  Tierra skidded to a stop, her brogans sliding in the rotted pine needles and leaves. A quick glance and she spotted the perfect oak tree across the clearing, with branches low enough for her to reach and thick foliage to hide within.

  She started toward the oak, then froze.

  To the side of the tree was an ominous glitter. Like an enormous mound of tiles made from iridescent obsidian, almost like glass catching what little light the wood had to offer. The tiles rose high, at least twice Tierra’s own height.

  The strange tower of glass rippled.

  And then she saw its eyes…the angry yellow glow focused on her…and her heart dropped to her brogans.

  The beast roared and lumbered straight toward Tierra.

  As Tierra sprinted into Merth Darkling, Renn roared his frustration and struggled against the wench’s magical ties.

  The witch had trussed him from chest to ankle. Even his still throbbing cock had been bound tight against his belly.

  When he got his hands on Tierra, he would tease and torture her ’til she begged him to fuck her. After he made her insane with lust, he would thrust his cock in and out of her ’til she screamed her pleasure.

  And then he would fuck her again.

  But first, he had to get out of the damned bindings.

  Maybe I will just kill the bitch.

  Renn fought the magical ties, his fury growing with every second that passed. Feymir snorted and whinnied, and Renn glared at the almost amused look in the stallion’s black eyes.

  Concern tinged Renn’s anger. The foolish woman had fled into the most dangerous part of Merth Darkling, where the fierce lycidian dragons feasted upon unwary travelers.

  Gods damn his failure to keep and protect the maid. Damn him for allowing Tierra to best him and to flee straight into the jaws of certain peril.

  Renn gave another bellow just as the bindings vanished.

  Without pause he propelled himself to his feet. In mere strides he reached the stallion, grabbed his saddlebags and flung them over the beast’s back. It took Renn but a moment to gather his belongings, but each moment was precious time he should be spending retrieving the maid.

  He wouldn’t be able to carry his sword as he needed to take his nordai form and fly after his denai to ensure he reached her before one of the dragons did. For surely the wretched beasts would catch her sweet scent even before she stumbled upon their lair.

  Snatching his boots with one hand, his tunic, breeches and sheathed dagger with his other, he paused only to command Feymir to follow him.

  Taking a single stride, Renn shifted into his nordai form, the clothing in his hands instantly becoming sleek raven’s feathers, his sheathed dagger strapped to his bird’s leg. With a flap of his mighty wings, Renn shot through the forest like an arrow from an Elvin bow.

  Behind him, Feymir’s hooves pounded the forest floor. Renn did not waste time looking back, instead listening for sounds of the maid. His sensitive nordai hearing caught Tierra’s harsh breathing as she ran. The thump of her feet against leaves and loam,
and then silence as she paused.

  Harder Renn pumped his wings. An unsettling fear invaded his bones as the stench of dragon breath reached him. Never had he felt fear of this intensity ’til this moment. But by the gods, the thought of anything happening to Tierra ripped into his gut sharper and more intense than the qinok’s claws had shredded his back in the Xardu Moors, that long ago night after his last ill-fated encounter with Anistana, Queen of the Faeries, Ruler of Astral.

  His heart quickened as he heard Tierra catch her breath.

  And then she screamed.

  Renn tore into the clearing to see Tierra backing away from the dragon. The beast lumbered toward her, scales glittering, jaws wide, intent on devouring its prey.

  Shifting into his human form even as his feet neared the forest floor, Renn landed between Tierra and the oncoming lycidian. Fully transformed and fully clothed, Renn yanked his dagger from its sheath. His experienced eye told him at once this was a mere yearling.

  Thank the gods.

  The beast would not have come into its fire or its wings yet, but it would be deadly nonetheless.

  “Flee, foolish wench,” Renn shouted to Tierra, then gave a Nordain warrior’s fierce cry of battle.

  The dragon roared in response, yellow eyes flashing its deadly intention as it widened its jaws. From his side vision Renn saw that Tierra no longer stood behind him, but to his left.

  Damn the woman for not fleeing like he ordered.

  Using a lifetime of training and skill, Renn dropped to one knee, sliced his dagger at the beast’s throat while dodging out of the dragon’s path, barely avoiding its wicked teeth. His blade had merely slid across scales and did naught but nick the beast’s thick hide. With a bellow the yearling whirled and charged again.

  Renn’s blood thrummed with the call of battle, the need to protect his woman. He crouched, dagger at the ready, intent on besting the dragon with his bare hands if need be.

  The beast launched itself at Renn. Just as he prepared to thrust his dagger into the dragon’s throat—the creature stumbled and crashed to the forest floor.

  The force of its landing caused the ground to shudder and rock beneath Renn’s feet.