Her gaze cut to the man whose gruff exterior belied the gentleness he now showed as he carefully attended her other calf. Evvan raised his head and his eyes met Natalie’s—and the connection was instant. Electric. Desire and need burned in the vast depths of his gaze, trapping her, drawing her in and making her his.
Possessing her.
His hands continued to rub salve to the back of each of her knees, but his gaze remained locked with hers. While he moved his palms up both of her thighs, his touch was firm, his caress igniting a small blaze in her belly. Flames that licked at every nerve ending in her body and spread throughout her.
Natalie’s nipples tightened and her pussy ached. A sort of trembling feeling worked its way through her and she dug her fingers into the leather of L’th’amir’s saddle. All she knew was that she wanted this man, and she wanted him now.
Evvan’s cock grew unbearably tight in his breeches as he worked the salve into Natalie’s flesh. He had sensed the intensity of her desire for him the moment their eyes had locked.
The scent of her juices near drove him mad, and when she flicked her tongue out to wet her lower lip he almost howled with the force of his desires. The need to claim his woman was so strong, so savage, that it took all his iron control to continue his task rather than tearing away her scant clothing and burying himself deep within her.
He moved his palms further up her thighs, closer to her small ass and the heaven between her thighs.
“You are beautiful, l’tiani,” the words spilling from his lips before he had the opportunity to stop them.
Her eyes had deepened to an even darker green. “You’re kinda hot yourself.”
Evvan cocked one eyebrow as his hands met the underside of her buttocks. “Hot?”
“Uh-huh.” Natalie nodded. “It means you’re one gorgeous man.”
He frowned. “Gorgeous?” That was not something he had ever been called before.
“As in handsome—” She gasped as his palms cupped her buttocks beneath the charred skirt and he soothed away the last of her wounds.
“What is this?” His fingers cloth around her hips. “To preserve your chastity, mayhap?”
Natalie giggled, a sound that surprised and intrigued him all at once. But her laugh turned into a moan as his hand followed the panties over her ass. “No, they’re panties.” Her voice caught as his fingers neared the lips of her folds.
“I think you would be far more comfortable without it.” He rubbed the silken cloth covering her mound that was soaked with her juices. With his free hand he slid his dagger from the sheath at his side.
“What are you doing?” Her eyes widened at the sight of his weapon.
“Do not move.” In two quick movements he sliced the straps of her garment, first one side and then the other, pulled it from her and then flung the scrap away.
“Hey—” Natalie tensed and started to tell him off for ruining her panties, but in a quick and powerful move he eased her thighs apart.
In the next moment he was laving his tongue over her ass cheeks, and she could no longer think, much less complain about her ruined panties.
Natalie moaned as Evvan’s tongue flicked along the crack of her ass, closer to her wet folds. Clenching her hands tighter onto the horse’s saddle, she arched her back, her nipples rubbing against the side of the massive beast as she widened her stance to give Evvan better access.
Waves of power rippled from him—she felt it. And then all her senses seemed to dim until she was aware of only that one area, where he was teasing her pussy with his mouth and tongue. Were her eyes closed, or could she no longer see? Was every other part of her body numb, or were the sensations of him licking and sucking her clit so intense that she could feel nothing else?
Omigod, it was definitely Evvan. Whatever he was doing was unreal…it was magic. “Wh-what…” She swallowed, her body quivering so hard that she could barely speak. “Oh, god, Evvan, this is unbelievable.”
“Enjoy,” he murmured in between strokes of his tongue. “’Tis the shrouding. It can be used as a most enjoyable sexual art by Devline Enforcers.”
“It’s too intense.” She gripped the leather saddle even tighter. “Make me come, Evvan. I can’t stand it.”
“In time, l’tiani.” He teased the soft curls of her mound. “In time.”
“Bastard,” she muttered.
He stroked her with his fingers, mouth, and tongue, like he was taking in every detail of her sex…tasting her, biting her, sucking her. Natalie only knew that the man was going to drive her out of her mind if he didn’t make her come soon. Over and over again he brought her to the edge, then backed off and touched her in different ways that made her crazy.
When he once again left her unfulfilled, she was almost in tears in her frustration. “What are you doing to me?”
His warm breath brushed over her buttocks. “Learning you by taste, by touch. By each delicious smell.”
“If you don’t make me come, I’m going to scream.” She trembled, so close to the brink that she knew with one more flick of his tongue, she’d explode. But instead the bastard ran his mouth along the inside of her thigh, slowly moving until he reached the crease between her leg and her folds.
“Evvan!”
He growled and spread her pussy lips apart, then buried his mouth against her folds. As his tongue found the perfect spot, fiery warmth and then icy cold filled her body, enveloping her with such exquisite force that she shouted his name again.
God, she’d never felt anything like it before. Searing and freezing, pleasure and pain—it was everything and nothing and all that lay in between.
Her legs vibrated and her mind spun as she rushed so quickly toward climax that she couldn’t even breathe. The orgasm erupted within her and she cried out, the sound echoing through the passageway.
Natalie clung to L’th’amir’s saddle as her body trembled with every aftershock. Her other senses slowly returned to normal, yet she was barely conscious of Evvan, who rose to his feet and stood behind her, his muscular form pressed tight to her backside.
“I need to be inside you.” His voice rumbled, sending more tremors through her clit. Her breathing was still harsh as he turned her around so that she was facing him. Her skirt was up around her waist as he pressed her against the horse and cupped her chin, raising it so that her gaze met his. “I need to fuck you.”
Chapter Five
Even in Evvan’s unusual language, the word for fuck sounded just as hard and erotic. His words sent shafts of desire through Natalie, so intense that she almost jumped him and climbed him like a fire pole. She was acutely aware of her naked pussy pressed to his leather pants and her shoulders rubbing against the horse’s saddle. She had never felt so completely sated, so comfortable, so fulfilled in all her life—and yet so ready to be fucked. And by a man she’d barely met. Who knew that sex with strangers could be so much fun?
Although there was no way just any stranger could do what Evvan had done to her. If she’d needed any further convincing that she wasn’t on Earth, and wasn’t in a virtual reality game, that mind-and-body-blowing oral sex had been just the ticket.
“Okay, you big Elf stud, where am I, truly?” Natalie tilted her head back so that she could look into his dark, sexy eyes. “It’s obvious I’m not in the real world any longer.”
His expression remained intense, his black gaze focused on her as he reached up and grabbed a handful of her hair. “Dair is most assuredly real,” he said as he pulled her to him by gentle force. “And you, my l’tiani, belong here.”
“You keep saying that.” Natalie could barely breathe, she wanted him so badly. But she had to know why she was here. How she came to be in this place instead of in that machine. “I’ve lived in New York all my life. How could I be from whatever this world is?”
“That is not for me to explain.” He released his handful of her hair to slide his fingers through her wild mane and then cupped the back of her head. “You will learn soon
enough.”
She started to demand that he tell her more, but Evvan brought her roughly to him. He crushed his mouth to hers in a kiss so deep and possessive that all she could think about was her bare pussy rubbing along his muscled thigh, his erection pressed tight to her belly, and how much she wanted to free that monster cock from his breeches. Wanted to touch it and taste it. Wanted to feel it thrusting inside her.
He withdrew from the kiss, his chest rising and falling with the heaviness of his own breathing, telling her she affected him as much as he affected her. “Now, Natalie.”
At that point, the way he said her name, the way he looked at her, and the way her pussy positively quivered from his touch, Natalie wanted to just say “screw it,” and do exactly that. Screw the man’s brains out—no matter that he was a total stranger.
A stranger that had just given her the wildest orgasm of her life—up against a horse no less.
“I—I hardly know you.” Nat placed her hands against his chest and tried to push out of his embrace. Mr. Biceps—and buns—of steel wasn’t budging. “I’m not an easy lay.”
“Our hearts know one another well.” Evvan moved his hand from the back of her head, slowly trailing it down her neck to her chest, and then placed his large palm above her heart. “Feel how it beats for me.” His dark eyes focused on hers, he clasped one of her wrists with his other hand, and placed her palm over his heart. “And feel how my heart calls to you.”
It was the sweetest thing a guy had ever said to her. She would never have pegged this dark and dangerous stranger for being a romantic.
Natalie closed her eyes as she felt his strong heartbeat against her hand. Her own heart thumped against Evvan’s fingers, and it seemed as though the two grew stronger and stronger, their rhythms matching and becoming one.
It was almost like she was deciphering the language of their hearts.
Okay, now I’m really losing my mind. Just wait until I get a hold of Miz—
But her friend seemed another lifetime ago. And right now she had this incredibly gorgeous man in her arms, who wanted her. So, she’d get in a good fuck or two, and then get back home, somehow, some way.
Home to New York, where she belonged.
A thrill coursed through Natalie as Evvan pressed his hips tighter against hers and she felt the awesome size of his cock through his skintight pants. His wild musk of male and forest breezes overwhelmed her senses, mingling with the spicy scent of the horse behind her.
She opened her eyes and moved her hands over the smooth skin of his muscled chest. “I—I want you, Evvan.”
“It was meant to be.” He lowered his head to the V of her blouse and lapped at her skin, down as far as the opening would allow. “Your flavor,” he murmured, “so sweet. I must savor you again. I must devour all of you. But first I will fuck you.”
Natalie sighed, melting against Evvan, enjoying the feel of his hands and mouth caressing her body. “Yes,” she murmured. “Yes.”
Evvan made a primitive noise, a growl of satisfaction. “You are mine, l’tiani. Forever mine.”
Forever his?
“Excuse me?” Natalie dropped down, ducking out of Evvan’s caress. “I’m not yours.”
The move apparently caught him off guard, judging by the surprised look in his black eyes. “Enough, l’tiani.” His expression turned into a scowl. “You are my heartmate, and you will listen to me.”
“Get lost, dickhead.” She backed away from him, tugging her charred skirt over her naked hips. “I’m not some kind of possession. I don’t belong to you or anyone else.”
Evvan’s look darkened, but his erection beneath his pants didn’t wane. If anything, it grew bigger, though Natalie was doing her best not to notice.
“Come here at once,” the arrogant prick ordered.
“Like hell.” Natalie put both hands up, as if to ward him off when he started toward her. “I don’t take orders.”
He stopped abruptly. “What—”
“Just stay right there and don’t take another step.” Natalie glared at him. “I don’t know where you get off, but you can cut the crap right now. I’ve had enough.”
Evvan’s muscles bunched like he was struggling to keep from leaping for her throat. “Goddess bless,” he hissed through clenched teeth.
A shiver of worry coursed Nat’s spine as she turned and marched down the passageway. “Don’t bother following me,” she called over her shoulder. “I’ll just find my own way out, thank you very much.”
Evvan’s furious voice chased her along the dim passageway, “You must return at once! The…” but his words became muffled as she rounded a corner and entered a different passageway, lit by the weirdest blue lights she’d ever seen.
Yeah, right. Like I’d listen to him. Natalie didn’t bother looking back. The big, arrogant, gorgeous jerk. As if she’d go running back to him just because he ordered her to.
Yet while she walked deeper along the glowing blue passageway, she wondered why he hadn’t followed her. It didn’t quite seem in character for him to just let her walk away like this.
“Ouch!” she muttered as sharp rocks bit into her bare feet. The odd blue lights—that kinda looked like little gargoyles—only gave off enough of a glow to keep from smacking into the dirt walls, and not enough to really see the tunnel floor.
“Stupid,” she muttered, suddenly feeling like she’d just made a huge error in judgment. What had she been thinking, to stalk off in a huff when she didn’t know where the hell she was?
Strangely enough, a sense of disappointment eased through her as she realized Evvan really wasn’t giving chase. Jeez, what’s the matter with me, anyway? Was that what she had truly wanted? Was that why she’d taken off like she did? So that he would chase her?
Weird, Nat. That’s just plain weird.
Hair at her nape prickled and her steps slowed. Out of habit she rubbed at the star tattoo around her belly button and the gold ring at her navel. Okay, she was an idiot. Like one of those tourists who came to the City and jogged alone in Central Park, as if nothing bad could ever happen to them.
Mentally Nat ticked off the facts currently weighing against her. She was alone, and if everything Evvan had told her was true, she was in another world. Maybe on another planet. A planet with dragons that wanted to eat her. She was barefoot in a tunnel wearing a burned skirt and no freaking underwear, and she had just let a total stranger do everything but ride her like a pony. She was deep underground, didn’t know where she was going, and Evvan had said something about being wary of Dwarves…
The urge to run swept over her fast and furious like it had back before she’d come face-to-face with a fire-breathing dragon, and before that when she’d first entered the cave at the convention. All at once she felt as though the tunnel walls were closing in on her. She had to get out of there. Now.
Nat made a quick about-face—
And slammed into a heavily-muscled body.
“Goddess, damn!” Evvan let out a roar of frustration as he tried to move, but remained frozen where he stood, his feet firmly fastened to the tunnel floor.
He should have known.
The longer Natalie remained in Dair, the more her inborn powers would emerge. Even more dangerous, his l’tiani had no idea of her own magical strength.
Come to think of it, neither did he.
That thought sat poorly with Evvan.
He smashed his fist against the invisible barrier separating him from his heartmate. The barrier that surrounded him like a transparent box.
In her fit of displeasure, the redheaded Sorceress had unleashed one of those unknown strong magical powers she didn’t recognize—the same powers he had stupidly underestimated. Aye, he had seen an example of her magic when the Sorcerer-dragon had nearly roasted them, but thanks to his own arrogance, Evvan never thought she would use it against him.
And the wench had put herself in certain danger by leaving him unable to protect her.
He sensed that Dw
arves were near…and if they came upon an unescorted female…
Damnation!
Go after her, he told L’th’amir in thought. On silent hooves so that you do not startle the wench.
The Elvin stallion, fortunate to be on the other side of Natalie’s lingering barrier, whickered and tossed his head. The brave steed then bolted down the tunnel, further into D’euan Deep, and after Evvan’s heartmate.
Sweat beaded his brow as he focused on breaking through the shield spell Natalie had cast. It would be most difficult to vanquish the Fae magic, but Evvan’s own powers ran strong and deep. He refused to bow to any force, and that included another’s hold upon him, magical or otherwise.
He focused his mind, concentrating on finding a weakness in the magic that held him. With his own power, he searched the length and breadth of the spell ’til he found a fracture. Minute, to be sure, but enough to allow him to expand the flaw. Slowly, very slowly he was able to increase the width of the fracture, until the magic shattered.
With a roar, Evvan broke free. In a lightning fast movement, he ripped his sword from the sheath at his side and darted through the passageway, reaching out with his senses as he ran.
His heart thundered and blood rushed in his head.
The Dwarves were closing in on his l’tiani.
Natalie gasped as she pushed herself away from the fearsome-looking man she’d just smacked into. Was it the crazy light in the tunnel, or was he blue?
In the next second another massive hand covered her mouth from behind. A huge arm pinned her tight to a solidly muscled, naked torso. Sheer panic tore through her and she fought against the man’s hold with everything she had. Her captors smelled worse than a men’s locker room, the testosterone so strong that she thought she’d puke.
The man in front of her grumbled in a strange guttural language and her captor muttered something in assent.
Wild thoughts spun through Natalie’s head as she attempted to come up with some way to escape these men. Yet at the same time, her mind automatically began to process their bizarre language, and she knew it would be only a matter of time before she understood what they were saying.
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