Obsessed

by Cheyenne McCray

  “Yes, my Lord.” Tierra moaned and nodded. “Don’t stop. Please.”

  He ignored her and came to a complete halt, his cock still buried inside her, and stilled his hands. “I require one more acquiescence. You will never use your magic to escape me again.” He flicked her throbbing nub and she cried out. “I am not your enemy.”

  She nodded. Whatever he wanted. At this moment she needed him to fuck her more than she needed anything else on all of Dair.

  He teased her clit with another stroke and her body vibrated. “Answer me.” Then, as if to increase her excitement—and his—he added, “Wench.”

  “Yes, my Lord.” Tierra dug her fingernails into the grass, moving her hips back and forth, drawing his cock in and out of her. He grabbed her tight and stilled her so that she whimpered again. “Please. Fuck me.”

  “Do I have your word?” He leaned over her back, cupping her breasts in his hands, his breath now warm upon her neck. “Your promise?”

  “I promise, my Lord.” She could barely speak, she wanted him so badly. If he needed her to be submissive in sex, so be it. He hadn’t asked for her soul—and truth was, she loved it, just as she was growing to love this crazy, arrogant bastard of a warrior.

  No, she did not love him. She simply loved having sex with him.

  “You have my word,” she said.

  Renn gave a satisfied growl. He reared back and began sliding his cock in and out of her. “Tell me that you are mine, denai.”

  A cyclone of passions whirled within Tierra. He found her clit again and stroked it as he fucked her, and she cried out.

  “Tell me,” he demanded again.

  “I am yours…Renn!” Her scream filled the wood as her climax rocked her body.

  He continued his thrusts, drawing out her orgasm in burst after burst of sensation. When he came it was with a shout that reverberated through the forest.

  Lust spilling into his heartmate’s womb, Renn rested against Tierra’s back, holding her tight to him, yet careful to make sure he did not settle too much of his massive weight upon her slender frame. Her breathing was hard, ragged beneath him, and her core continued to contract around his cock.

  He reached up and caressed a strand of hair from her cheek—and saw the silvery mark on the back of her earlobe. “This star…it is familiar.”

  “My starmark,” Tierra murmured.

  Renn withdrew from her channel and eased her onto her back, still beneath the bush she had crawled under.

  Her eyelids drooped, a sleepy and sated expression on her face. “I want you back inside me.”

  “If I grant your wish…” He smiled and traced one finger around the curve of her shell-like ear and then along her jaw line to her full lips. “Will you listen to what I have to say?”

  She nodded, but then her almond-shaped eyes widened as she looked behind him. “What is that strange fog?”

  Renn’s spine tingled. In a swift movement he backed away from her and hurried to his feet…only to find himself standing in the blue mist of Wilding Wood.

  “Qinokshit,” he muttered.

  “What?” she said as she climbed out from beneath the bushes.

  He knelt back down and wrapped his arms around her, drawing her into his embrace. Praying that there would be an easy way out of the wood, Renn stood in one fluid motion, Tierra cradled in his arms.

  She gasped, her large emerald eyes studying his face. “Something is wrong.”

  A groan rumbled through his chest as the scar across his cheek began to tingle and itch. He studied their surroundings and sighed as his eyes met hers again. “Yes, denai. Very wrong, indeed.”

  “Then turn me loose.” Tierra pushed against his chest. “I am no wilting jensai! Leave me free to use what magic I have.”

  She struggled against his hold and he reluctantly let her down, his cock hardening at the feel of her bare skin sliding against his. “Stay close,” he warned. “It is not safe here.”

  Tierra’s muscles tensed as her gaze moved to study their surroundings. “These trees. They are much older than the others…I do not remember any of this…” Her eyes widened as she looked at the mist and then cut her gaze back to Renn. “The legendary blue mist. It is real! We are in Wilding Wood.”

  He sighed again. “Yes.”

  “But this looks nothing like the clearing I ran through, other than a bit of mist.” Her brow furrowed and she gestured ahead. “I came from there. I know it, because it is directly behind the bush where you—where we… But I couldn’t have.”

  “Our path has been blocked,” he replied, and when she gave him a questioning look, he shrugged. “No one enters or leaves Astral unless Anistana wishes it.”

  “The Queen of Faerie,” Tierra murmured, remembering that Renn had called Anistana the ‘Faerie Witch’ earlier. A slow chill crept up her spine to her nape, causing hair to prickle along her scalp.

  What if Zanden had laid a trap? What if he came for them right this very moment?

  Tierra studied their surroundings—everything was so completely different here, as though the world they had come from had simply vanished. Oak, pine and bluewood trees grew so thick she could scarcely see between them, along with other types of trees she didn’t recognize.

  Blue mist wrapped around her naked body, sliding over her skin like cool satin ribbons. The mist gave everything an eerie and strange feel. It was dark in the wood, yet an odd golden glow spilled down the trunks of several trees, lending the forest enough light to see by.

  She moved toward one, but Renn caught her arm and drew her back. “Hynling trees,” he murmured. “Quite beautiful. Quite dangerous.” As she looked up at him, he added, “Not unlike Anistana.”

  Tierra caught her breath as the scar along his cheek flared silver.

  He gritted his teeth. “And she is a wily bitch.”

  Why thank you, darling Renn. Tierra gasped as a melodious voice entered her thoughts.

  Renn rolled his gaze to the wood’s dark canopy. “What do you want with us, Anistana?”

  Oooh, I am certain we can find something to do with you both. The voice sighed. Of course you must be punished for damaging that bluewood. And then there is the matter of justice for other transgressions.

  “I am in no mood for your games,” Renn practically growled.

  Games? Anistana’s giggle filled Tierra’s mind. I do not consider revenge a game.

  “Revenge?” Tierra’s gaze met Renn’s. “What is she talking about?”

  This revenge, the Queen replied.

  Blue mist swirled around Tierra, its cool tendrils spinning about her naked body like her own spellbindings. Tierra flung up her hands, releasing her bindings, trying to contain the mist, but they fell to the ground, useless.

  Blood rushed in her veins, her heart pounding as she quickly drew the magical ropes back within her body, the silver bindings glittering in the blue fog.

  Before she could try to use her magic again, the mist surrounded her from above her head and down to her toes, growing so thick that all she could see was blue. It bound her so tight, she couldn’t budge.

  What was happing to her?

  “Renn!” she shouted, trying to fight her prison.

  “Tierra!” he bellowed from a distance. “Return her to me, Anistana,” he demanded, his voice becoming fainter and fainter to Tierra’s ears.

  The light tinkling of laughter danced in her mind, a taunting, teasing sound. Panicked, Tierra shouted his name again, but her words only echoed in the mist cocoon. She struggled to move, but the blue mist bound her body too thoroughly.

  An intoxicating perfume of roses and lilies wound around Tierra…

  Her muscles relaxed instantly…her fears calmed…and she faded…faded into nothingness.

  “Anistana!” Renn shouted, clenching his fists, staring at the spot where his heartmate had been standing only moments before. “Return Tierra at once!”

  The Faerie Queen’s laughter bounced from tree to tree, as though she was a sp
rite hopping from one branch to the next. I instructed you to never return to my woods again.

  “It was certainly not of my choosing to land in your realm.” He flexed his arms, wishing he had something to pummel. “Punish me if you wish, but free Tierra.”

  Silver sparkles flashed before Renn’s eyes, but he refused to blink away the brightness as Anistana materialized before him, completely naked as she was wont to be. Laughter sparked in her emerald eyes…eyes that were not unlike Tierra’s. His gaze narrowed as he took in the Faerie’s lithe form. Anistana’s red locks that tumbled to her small ass were the same fiery shade as Tierra’s. Why had he not noticed that before?

  “Because, fierce warrior of the Nordain.” She gave a lazy flap of her gossamer wings, rising to hover just before his face. “You see only what you wish to see.”

  “Enough.” He scowled and folded his arms across his chest. “Seek what revenge you might upon me, but let my woman be.”

  “You have always been a self-centered bastard.” Anistana shook her head, a red lock sliding over her naked breast. “Why must everything be about you?”

  “I tire of your riddles. Your games.” Renn growled, and then added through clenched teeth, “Speak plainly.”

  Anistana fluttered her wings, bringing her close enough to him that her mouth was just above his, and he tensed. Every flap of her wings pushed rose and lily scented air past him, evoking memories of the many times he had fucked her.

  Never again. Tierra was the only woman for him now.

  “My most arrogant man.” Anistana moved her lips to his ear as she trailed one finger down the scar she had given him not so long ago. “It is not against you that I seek revenge.”

  He moved his head away from her, his frown deepening even as he saw a flicker of something dark—perhaps sadness or regret—in her expression.

  “Who then—” he started.

  But the Faerie Queen vanished.

  * * * * *

  Delicate fingers caressed Tierra’s cheek and she smiled. Surely one of her heart-sisters gently trying to wake her from this strange dream. A dream where she was sitting on a chair of gold velvet, her hair spilling over her shoulders and sliding across her skin like a caress…like Renn’s caress.

  Memories tumbled through her mind as she lifted her eyelids, blinking the sleep away, only to see a beautiful being standing beside the golden chair.

  The woman smiled. She had skin as dark as the night sky, lips the color of the reddest jensai bloom and hair that tumbled over her naked breasts in cascades of nightfall. And gracious lords above, gorgeous nipples of deep burgundy peeked through the woman’s dark locks…and her quim, bare of all hair.

  The sight of the woman’s slender, naked body and pert breasts brought a flush to Tierra’s cheeks. Heat rushed through Tierra as her gaze returned to the woman’s face.

  “Welcome home, child of Fae.” The woman’s smile reached her amber eyes as she leaned close and stroked Tierra’s hair from her brow. “I am Elinni.”

  Child of Fae… That was what the man To’en had called Tierra. Welcome home. What did she mean?

  “Where’s Renn?” Tierra asked instead as she shifted on the gold velvet cushions that felt so soft against her naked skin. Then she gasped as she noticed wings rising behind Elinni’s back…wings of ebony that caught the light in an iridescent shimmer. “You are Faerie.”

  Laughter twinkled in Elinni’s amber eyes, but then she licked her lips and knelt beside Tierra’s chair. “You are in Astral, the Faerie realm.”

  Tierra caught her breath as her gaze moved to the ceiling above—which was not actually a ceiling at all. Silver leaves glittered overhead, making a soft musical sound that was not unlike the Faerie Queen’s laughter. And the walls—they were of crystal. It was as though they were outdoors, yet not.

  As Tierra’s gaze traveled the room, she was amazed at the sight of couches and chairs made of gold and crystal, and a very large bed covered in gold satin. Rose petals of the deepest pink were scattered across the bed and over the gold-veined marble floor.

  When her eyes came back to meet Elinni’s, Tierra smiled. “It is beautiful here.”

  The dark Faerie eased between Tierra’s knees, pressing her naked thighs apart.

  “What—” Tierra started, then gasped as Elinni leaned close, her lily scent like an aphrodisiac to Tierra’s senses. She felt lightheaded and warm, and suddenly very aroused. Flashes of memories came back to her, of the times she had seen a tavern wench licking another woman’s quim, and how provocative the sight had been.

  The Faerie’s black hair shimmered like raven’s feathers and slid across Tierra’s skin like a brush of silk as she pressed her naked skin close. “So sweet,” Elinni said before she captured Tierra’s nipple in her mouth.

  “I—oh, my lords.” Tierra could hardly think, so intense did the Faerie’s mouth feel upon her nipple. “You shouldn’t—”

  “Why not?” Elinni moved her mouth to Tierra’s other nipple. “You are not bound to anyone, are you? Or mayhap you belong to Renn?”

  “No.” Tierra frowned. “I belong to no man.”

  Of course she wasn’t his.

  She had merely played along. Submitted for her own pleasure and fucked the man, the first of many men, she was sure. She had always planned to experience pleasure with as many men as possible, once she escaped the village with her halias. She did not intend to be bound to any man—no matter that Renn had forced her to say that she was his.

  No matter that she couldn’t imagine herself with any other man but Renn.

  Tierra tossed her hair over her shoulder and struggled to deny any type of relationship between her and Renn, beyond sex.

  Ohmylords incredible sex.

  She swallowed. “It’s simply that I—I have never experienced pleasure with another woman. And I do not know you.”

  Ah, but you do know me. Elinni placed her dark hand on Tierra’s pale breast, while her tongue continued to swirl around the other nipple. Unlike in the human world, Elinni said in Tierra’s mind, everyone enjoys sex here. It is an expression of ourselves, our caring for one another. There is only joy in coupling.

  Silver sparkled in the air and Tierra’s eyes widened as another Faerie appeared—a Faerie who looked very much like Elinni…but with no wings.

  Heat flushed through Tierra—here she was in a room with a woman sucking on her nipples and another one watching. It was strange but exciting and erotic all at once.

  Elinni smiled and began working a trail down Tierra’s belly. This is my twin, Ibella.

  Before she thought better of it, Tierra blurted out, “I thought all Faeries had wings.”

  “Welcome to Astral.” Ibella knelt beside the chair and stroked Tierra’s nipples with both hands as Elinni’s tongue circled Tierra’s navel. “I am a second-born twin. Second-born twins never have wings.”

  “I—oh…” Tierra’s words turned into a moan as Elinni slipped further down toward the patch of red curls below. Truth be told, she’d always wondered what it would be like to enjoy such pleasures with a woman.

  Aye, enjoy the pleasures as your true heritage meant for you to. Ibella leaned over and began sucking on Tierra’s nipple, her night skin so dark and beautiful against Tierra’s pale flesh. Women with women, men with men, multiple partners. In Astral, as in Renn’s Phoenicia and in the Elves’ Seraphine, such pleasures are expected and most definitely enjoyed. Ibella’s tongue flicked and dance as she spoke in Tierra’s thoughts. Even if you are bound to another, you may enjoy touching, petting…and tasting anyone you wish.

  Tierra’s hands clenched the chair’s armrests and she moaned. “This is true?”

  Of course. Elinni’s ebony wings fluttered as she moved her mouth to the inside of Tierra’s thigh licking a trail to her knee. Renn has certainly fucked most of the women in Astral. Several at one time.

  “He has?” Fury rose up within Tierra so fast and so strong that her vision blurred. She couldn’t imagine any other wom
an with her dark warrior, and the mere thought made her want to scream. Made her want to find every one of the Faeries and rip their wings out one at a time.

  Her gaze cut to Ibella. Well, those who had wings.

  “Relax,” Elinni murmured aloud, smiling as her tongue reached the fiery curls of Tierra’s mound. “Renn will enjoy watching.”

  “Renn will…” Tierra’s gaze snapped up to see the dark warrior standing only a foot away. Her heart pounded at the look on his face, his clenched jaw, his silver eyes flaring.

  Oh, lords.

  Chapter Seven

  Good lords, but Renn looked good as he stood before her. Every jealous thought fled Tierra’s mind and she no longer cared about the Faeries he had fucked before he met her.

  She had to have him.

  His head was high, his hands clenched into fists at his sides, and his cock thrust out thick and proud. The expression on his face—nothing short of insatiable lust.

  She gasped as Elinni’s tongue teased her wet slit and Ibella suckled her nipple. “Does it arouse you?” Tierra asked Renn, her voice wavering as the Faeries swirled their tongues over her sensitive flesh, “…to see other women taste me?”

  “Gods, yes.” Renn gave a slow nod, a pained expression upon his face. “The sight is almost more than I can take.”

  Oh, heavens above. It was almost unbearably erotic to have Renn watching as the Faeries licked and sucked her. The scent of lilies spun around Tierra as Elinni’s wings snapped open and shut. Elinni nipped at Tierra’s clit, causing her to cry out and buck her hips against the Faerie’s face. Ibella continued sucking on one of Tierra’s nipples.

  “Stroke your cock.” Tierra’s voice trembled as she stared at Renn’s eyes. “I—I want to see you pleasure yourself.”

  His gaze intense, he wrapped his fingers around his staff. “Touch your other breast,” he ordered.

  Shivers of excitement coursed through Tierra as she complied. The action set her on fire, as though it was Renn whose hands caressed her at that very moment.

  “Suck your nipple,” he commanded.

  Tierra pushed her unattended breast up with one hand and lowered her head ’til her lips were close to the rosy nub. Her eyes still focused on Renn, she lapped at the nipple and moaned. The sensations were wild—Elinni between her thighs, Ibella nipping at her other breast, Renn stroking his cock as he watched them, and her own tongue licking her nipple.