Obsessed

by Cheyenne McCray

  In the next moment, he pushed her thighs apart as wide as they could go and pressed his hot mouth against her folds. This time he didn’t shroud her senses and she couldn’t stop watching him devouring her pussy. His skin and hair so dark against her pale thighs, his tongue reaching out and laving her from that sensitive skin between her ass and her pussy, on up past her clit to the fine red hairs of her mound. She squirmed, so dang close to orgasm again that she almost screamed with frustration.

  “Yeah.” She rocked her hips and moaned as he laved her clit. “Oh, yeah. Right there.”

  But the bastard began licking her folds instead, changing his technique and driving her nuts with the need to come. He felt big and solid between her thighs as he stuck his tongue into her core, thrusting in and out. As her body quivered with another oncoming climax, he moved back to her clit again.

  Emerald crystals pulsed throughout the cavern, in time with the throbbing in her core. It was like the entire room channeled her sexual energy, magnifying everything she was feeling. “Evvan. Please.” She couldn’t believe she was reduced to begging—but she was going to explode.

  He rumbled against her folds and thrust two fingers inside her channel. That magical warmth burst from him at the same time he sucked on her clit.

  Oh. My. God.

  So intense was the force of her orgasm that Natalie screamed, loud and long. Her arms barely held her up as she thrashed against his face. Evvan continued, fucking her with his fingers and sucking her clit, bringing her to another climax, and yet another.

  After the third orgasm—well, it was actually her fifth—she shouted, “S-s-stop!” She could hardly speak as her body shook and trembled from wave after wave of sensation that continued to pulse throughout her like the emerald crystals in the cavern.

  She no longer had the strength to hold herself up and her arms began to give out on her. Just as she started to collapse back onto the stone floor, Evvan moved and caught her to him, bringing her into his arms. She wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck and clung to him, melting into him so completely that she felt they were one. Her body continued to tremble and she was sure it would never stop. She closed her eyes and pressed her cheek against his shoulder as he drew her into the pool with him.

  But even as the thought entered her mind that she couldn’t take anymore, something shifted. “Now, Evvan,” she demanded as she nipped at his shoulder. “Fuck me now.”

  Evvan growled his desire as he nuzzled Natalie’s silken hair and breathed in her exotic perfume of jasmine and woman’s musk. He savored the taste of her juices on his tongue and found that he could not wait to taste her yet again. But first he needed to fuck her, to show her that she was his in every way.

  He trembled with the force it required to keep himself from impaling her on his cock with no further delay. She reached up and kissed him, her mouth insistent. Sliding her tongue between his lips, she made small mewling sounds that reminded him of the pet wildcat he’d had as an Elfling centuries ago.

  Pressing his cock tight to her belly he returned her kiss, wanting to be inside her more than anything in this world.

  “Fuck me, Evvan,” she ordered him again as their lips separated. “I need you inside me so bad I can hardly stand it.”

  “You are mine, l’tiani,” he growled as his grip tightened around his woman.

  “No.” She gave him a wicked smile. “You’re mine.”

  He could find no words to argue the point with Natalie, and chose instead to show her that he possessed her body and soul and would one day possess her heart as well.

  With one hand he held her tight, her legs still wrapped around his waist. She braced her palms on his shoulders and raised herself up as he used his other hand to grab his cock and place its head to her channel. Keeping a strict rein on his control, he rubbed his erection against her drenched folds. “Are you ready for me?”

  “I’ve been ready since I met you.” She wiggled, drawing him deeper into her opening. “Now take me already.”

  His gaze locked with hers, he gripped her hips with both hands and brought her down hard, burying himself deep within her hot core.

  “What an incredible cock.” Natalie gasped and her eyes rolled up to the cavern’s glittering ceiling. “Damn, but those ridges feel good. And you’re so thick, so big.”

  “The goddess created you for me, and only me.” Evvan held her hips tight and slowly began moving her up and down the length of his staff. “Your quim fits me like a well-made sheath.”

  She moved her hands to his shoulders and dug her fingers into his muscles. “Fuck me harder, damn it!”

  Evvan raised her up and down his staff, driving into her with all of his own need and desire. Natalie used her leverage on his arms to meet him with every thrust.

  “That’s it,” she cried as she tilted her head back, her expression one of sheer ecstasy. “Faster. Harder.”

  He almost lost himself to the sensation of his cock sliding in and out of her silken heat. Gritting his teeth, he barely managed to keep from spilling his fluid into her womb too soon.

  Power flowed through him, from limb to limb, from his cock into Natalie’s quim and throughout her being as he released the r’tan, the power the goddess granted the Devline Elvin men to pleasure their heartmates. The warmth surrounded them, suffused their bodies, binding them together for eternity.

  Natalie climaxed so hard that a choked cry tumbled through her lips and her body bucked against his. “Evvan,” she shouted. “Omigod, Evvan!”

  He bellowed as he came. His cock throbbed and pulsed inside his heartmate’s quim, filling her with his fluid.

  She collapsed against him, her sweat mingling with his, the smells of their sex, an aphrodisiac that made him want her again. Right now.

  Evvan hardened inside Natalie and she raised her gaze to meet his. “Again,” she whispered. “Fuck me again, Evvan.”

  Chapter Eight

  Natalie stretched her aching limbs beneath the covers of their makeshift bed, feeling sore and well-fucked. How many times had they gone at it? Five? Ten? The man was insatiable—for that matter, so was she—and she’d relished every minute of it. No man in her world could possibly match up to this unstoppable sexual force called Evvan.

  She looked up at the glittering emerald ceiling of the cave and smiled at the thought of how it felt to have that ridged cock thrusting in and out of her. It was absolutely unbelievable. She’d felt every ripple, and it had driven her wild.

  The first couple of times he’d taken her, it had been hard and fast. Then they’d scavenged some breads and odd tasting dried fruits out of Evvan’s saddlebags and had fed one another. It had been so sensual eating from his fingers that now it made her shiver just thinking about it.

  After their light meal, they went at it slow and easy, again and again. She fell asleep with his arms tight around her, but then in the middle of the night he woke her and they’d gone at it yet another time. His cock certainly was better than a ribbed Trojan, and damned if she wasn’t ready for him again this morning…

  They hadn’t used condoms.

  She came fully awake in an instant and bolted upright, heat flushing through her at the realization. Oh. My. God.

  Her gaze shot from the blanket bed to one part of the glittering chamber to another, only to see that Evvan wasn’t there.

  Omigod. Omigod. Omigod!

  How could she have so totally lost it over a man, that it had never even occurred to her? The air smelled of their sex. So how could she have forgotten such an important thing? What was wrong with her?

  Natalie groaned and flopped back on the blankets and stared up at the crystals projecting from the ceiling. She had never, ever, ever, ever had sex without a condom. No matter what a guy might have said in protest: I’ll pull out in time, I swear; it feels so much better for both of us without it; honestly, I don’t have anything you could catch. She had refused to even consider intercourse without protection. Too many STD�
�s out there, and the chance of pregnancy…

  Shit. Natalie pushed the covers down and held her hand over the star tattoo on her abdomen. She rubbed her hand over her flat belly, as if it had expanded over night. What if she was pregnant?

  Groaning, she covered her eyes with her arm. Instantly she pictured herself waddling up Fifth Avenue with a huge belly, needing to find a bathroom to pee every five minutes. Or better yet, trundling into FAO Schwartz to shop for hoards of toys to pacify the screaming child in her arms. She didn’t know how to be a mom. She’d never been around kids—hadn’t even thought about starting a family, wasn’t even sure she wanted to.

  Oh, jeez. Oh, cripes. Oh, shit!

  Even as she worried about being pregnant, the memory returned…of him stretching her, filling her more completely than she could have imagined. It had felt so good, so incredibly good having him inside her.

  How could she ever have another man after experiencing Evvan?

  Don’t even go there, Natalie Capella. This was not her world, and it didn’t matter how much she enjoyed this man, she couldn’t, wouldn’t stay. No way. Well, at least if she had a choice in the matter. For all she knew, she’d never be able to go back home.

  A warm mouth fastened on her nipple and Natalie opened her eyes and flung her arm aside to see her lover licking and suckling the taut nub, his black gaze focused on her. He was still entirely naked, his massive arms braced to either side of her waist, his ridged cock thrusting out toward her.

  How had he managed to sneak up on her like that? Must be an Elf thing.

  “I see you are awake now, l’tiani.” His deep, vibrant voice caused her to grow wet.

  God, how she wanted him again.

  Natalie reached up and slipped her fingers into the thick black hair spilling over his shoulders. She swallowed. “We didn’t use condoms,” she said, using the word in her own language because she couldn’t come up with one in his.

  Evvan cocked a brow. “Con-doms?”

  “You know.” Natalie searched for a word that meant contraceptive in his language. “Something to prevent diseases and to keep the woman from getting pregnant?”

  Frowning, Evvan replied, “It has been countless centuries since disease of any kind has been on Dair.”

  “Really?” She let her fingers slide to the ends of his black hair. “What about pregnancy?”

  Evvan eased himself onto the blanket so that he was lying beside her. He stroked his knuckles across her cheek. “Only two ways exist for an Elvin man to impregnate a woman.”

  She all but held her breath as she asked, “And those are…”

  He tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, brushing against the star mark on the back of her earlobe. “An Elvin man impregnates his mate by intentionally releasing his seed into his sexual fluid when he reaches climax.”

  Her eyes widened. “You can do that?”

  “Aye.” Evvan’s gaze was entirely serious as he lightly tugged on her earlobe.

  Natalie burned with the desire to have him inside her again, but she forced herself to concentrate on what she needed to learn from him. “So, um. When we…”

  His expression remained solemn. “Nay, I did not impregnate you.”

  Relief flushed through Nat and she let out a long sigh. “What’s the other way?”

  “By a dust used by Faeries, called aradne.” Evvan said the word for fairy as Faerie, a distinct people of this world like Elves, Dwarves and Humans. He rubbed his thumb over her lobe, the simple movement stimulating her even more as he continued, “Aradne is an aphrodisiac to most males and females, and between heartmates it always results in a child. If the dust were used with you and I, you would most definitely conceive.”

  She bit her lip and then asked, “There’s not any of that stuff lying around, is there?”

  Slowly he shook his head. “Rarely is it used outside of Astral. Unless Anistana is in one of her—should I say, mischievous—moods, ’tis usually used with the consent of both partners.”

  “Oh.” Natalie reached for Evvan, slipping her arms around his neck and drawing his face closer to hers. “Well, cool. Let’s fuck, then.”

  “I’ve always thought it best to steer clear of the Fae.” Evvan cupped her cheek with one hand. “’Til now.”

  * * * * *

  The journey from D’euan Deep through the underworld was a twisted maze of passageways and caverns that took much longer to travel than it would have upon Dair’s surface. During the five days journey since leaving the emerald pool, Evvan’s senses remained on high alert at all times, as did L’th’amir’s. The Elvin stallion made sure to steer clear of any beings he sensed, long before the trio might run the risk of crossing the paths of strangers.

  Evvan’s frustration at not being able to track the Fae Killer was tempered only by his heartmate bonding more tightly to him—although the maid talked more than all of his Elvin sisters combined. During the long days of travel, he had learned much about Natalie’s childhood and her life among the Earthly humans. When she refused to accept his silence to her questions about his childhood, he had grudgingly shared stories from his own past.

  The goddess knew he’d had no choice but to take Natalie to safety through the Deep to Fae. It had been entirely too clear to Evvan that the Sorcerer was determined to murder Natalie.

  At the thought, Evvan bit back a snarl of rage. When he reached Astral, he would leave Natalie in the Fae’s safekeeping, and then track down the Fae killer and slice the bastard into so many pieces, and then feed him to the qinok in the toxic Xardu Moors.

  As they neared the exit that would lead them to Wilding Wood and Astral, Evvan’s cock rubbed against Natalie’s backside while they rode L’th’amir. By the goddess, he could never get enough of the delicious nectar of his heartmate, or of the feel of his cock thrusting in and out of her. Often he wished to allow his seed to join his fluid when he came, so that his babe might grow in her belly. But nay, that would have to wait for when she was ready.

  Natalie continued to prattle on, almost incessantly. To Evvan’s surprise, he enjoyed listening to her. The more he learned about his heartmate, the more he realized that indeed, he had loved this woman for time on end, long before he had discovered her existence in this lifetime.

  For he was certain he had loved her in many lifetimes before.

  She asked him question after question about his world and people, and insisted he speak to her in the language of the Devline so that she could learn it as well. It pleased him that she mastered his tongue and that she spoke to him fluently within a short period of time.

  Each day when they stopped for sustenance, or for rest, Natalie also demanded that Evvan teach her how to master her powers—those that she was now aware of. She learned her powers amazingly fast for one who did not know she had magic ’til now. Soon she was able to freeze a boulder in midair when he tossed it for her, and with just a thought she could rip a stalagmite from a cavern floor and fling it across the chamber’s expanse.

  An uneasy feeling haunted Evvan as they progressed along their journey. Would the Fae Killer be waiting in Wilding Wood, knowing that Evvan would take her there?

  The Sorcerer had failed to murder Natalie in Merth Darkling—no doubt she would never be safe ’til the bastard was dead. Could she possibly be free from danger in Astral if Evvan left her there in Anistana’s safekeeping?

  Aye, she would be.

  Anistana was many things, but negligent with her charges, she was not. With a pang, Evvan remembered the Fae Queen’s face as she held her dead friend. The Faerie Simoone, who Evvan failed to protect. Both he and Anistana felt incredible responsibility for each life entrusted to their care.

  Evvan intended to find the Fae killer and slay him before the murdering bastard had opportunity to come near any Fae—much less Evvan’s l’tiani—ever again.

  * * * * *

  Natalie had begun to think they would never see daylight again when they neared a rock wall and Evvan announced, “The la
nd of Fae is beyond that barrier.”

  L’th’amir continued his pace as they neared the wall, and Nat squeezed her eyes shut. No matter how many times they had done this—gone through what looked to be solid walls—she couldn’t get used to it. She’d learned that they couldn’t just go through any walls, only special spelled entrances and exits. Not that having that information made it any easier on her stomach.

  Her eyes still closed, her body tingled with the now familiar sensation, telling her they were passing through the barrier. A cool breeze then brushed her cheeks and a plethora of smells almost overwhelmed her senses.

  Evvan made a soft murmur in her ear that was almost a chuckle. He never laughed and she had only seen the vague hint of a smile upon occasion. But when she was sure he was close to smiling, funny things happened in the vicinity of her heart. A sort of twisty, melty, squishy feeling that made her want to swoon like a heroine in a romance novel. The ones with the big, gorgeous, muscle-bound guys, and the women who fell in love with the studs after knowing them for what, days, hours, minutes even?

  Natalie gulped.

  Not her. Uh-uh. No way.

  “We are through the barrier, l’tiani,” Evvan murmured, amusement in his voice. “You no longer need keep your eyes closed.”

  She shivered from the feel of his warm breath on her neck as she opened her eyes. They were in a dense forest that had a strange blue mist hovering above the ground and curling around L’th’amir’s hooves. Gold sap spilled from nearby trees, giving off a soft, golden glow.

  Natalie turned to look at Evvan over her shoulder and her heart flip-flopped at the way his dark eyes were looking at her. Damn. Definitely squishy feelings inside.

  He cupped her face and brushed his lips across hers. “Be prepared,” he said as he pulled away.

  Natalie blinked at him. “For what?”

  For me, a feminine voice said in Nat’s mind.