Seduced by the Fae

by Laxmi Hariharan

  My hands drop away to my sides, and I curl my fingers into fists. Another tremor jolts my body, and I grit my teeth, trying to find some balance, some composure. Something that will help me cope with the emotions swirling around in my head.

  He licks my throat, tracing what must, no doubt, be the marks of his fingers, and the pain recedes further. He slurps his tongue down to the swell of my breasts. It's strangely intimate. Another hiccough swells up, and I can’t stop myself from shuddering.

  “Shh, let me take care of you.”

  He sweeps his tongue down to my breast where he licks a swollen nipple. Oh! That’s nice. My muscles unwind and the throbbing in my breasts recedes.

  He continues to lap his way down my front, over to my belly, then thrusts his rough tongue into my belly button. I wriggle a little.

  “Did that hurt?”

  I shake my head.

  “You may speak now.”

  Guess I had been waiting for him to give me permission, and I hadn’t even known that, eh?

  I sense his gaze on my face; okay, so I still have my eyes closed. I don’t want to open them and meet his eyes, and yes, I am embarrassed. And I shouldn't be, considering this man knows my body so intimately. A blush flushes my cheeks.

  “Tell me what you are thinking.”

  His voice lowers, but that pushy tone presses down on my chest, and honestly, I can’t stop myself from saying, “That you know better than I do about what brings me pleasure.”

  He stays quiet. But a slight lightening of the space around confirms what I am sensing—that he…he is pleased with my response. A flush of something like—wait, what? No way—like satisfaction fills my chest.

  He moves, and his shaft slides out of me with a wet sound. I sense liquid gush out of me, his cum, mine. Goosebumps slide over my skin, then I squeak, for he cups my pussy and smears the liquid over my cunt, rubbing it into my belly over my waist. It's sticky and gooey and so soothing. Oh! I sigh.

  “That’s it. Let go, Red.”

  Not that I am fighting or anything. A cool sensation seeps into my blood. My arms and legs tremble, then the rough edge of his tongue licks the curve of my belly and I stiffen. He sweeps his lips over the strip of skin just above my pussy.

  No, not again.

  I cringe a little...not that he hadn’t given me pleasure, not that he hadn’t sent me flying into that space between pleasure and pain where I don’t exist anymore, at least not physically. All that had existed then was my spirit that soared and reached for the edge of white-hot satisfaction that only he could push me toward.

  “I am not going to penetrate you again. I just want to soothe the parts I have ravaged.”

  I gulp. Those words shouldn’t have made my pussy quiver, but they do. My sex clenches, and heat flushes my cheeks. Again. What’s happening to me that just his words make me want to sit up and beg for him to bring me to climax again? I shake my head to clear it.

  “It’s okay to be confused; it’s worse if you keep all of your thoughts to yourself.”

  I jerk my chin. Fine, I get it. Best to talk it out, but I can’t. Not yet.

  He pauses a beat, then I sense him lower his head again. “The dragon blood in me allows me to secrete an anti-swelling agent in my saliva which will help me soothe your aches. As does rubbing my cum into you.”

  Oh, okay.

  "I already told you, you may speak, Red."

  I nod. “Th… thank you.”

  “You’re welcome.” There’s a slight almost-smile in his tone.

  I open my eyes just as he lowers his head and licks my pussy. Oh. Oh. That’s so good. Whatever he’s doing, he can continue with it. I stay silent, not daring to even breathe.

  It’s a testament to how far gone I am in this world of his that I don’t see anything strange in what he told me. That it is more animalistic than human. He caused me pain so it makes sense that he can soothe me, right?

  He licks over the folds of my pussy, down to the opening of my channel, where he curls his tongue inside. Ah! The soreness subsides. A warmth tingles over my legs. One more swipe, all the way up to the nub of my clit, and a hum rolls up my throat.

  He chuckles.

  “Don’t stop…” I breathe. “I mean, please don’t stop.”

  “You bet.”

  He parts my legs then scoops up my hips.

  “Wha?”

  My eyelids flutter open in time to see him drop his head, and he licks my back hole, sliding his tongue inside, and the burning softens away.

  A pleasant tingling sensation sweeps up to my core.

  He pulls out his tongue then eases it in again, and again.

  A melting sensation fills my belly. Oh, wow, it’s the singular most amazing thing my body feels, outside of those orgasms he gave me, of course. A whimper escapes me. “You…what are you doing?”

  “Lie back and enjoy it, Red.”

  His voice rumbles over me, and all of my muscles go slack. I can't protest any more or pull myself away, because truth be told, him lapping me all over with that magical tongue of his…he's covering me in his essence and I've never felt closer to him. Cherished. Seduced. My insides melt into a gooey mess that mirrors the stickiness coating my skin.

  He swipes his tongue up from my back hole, up to the opening of my channel, then all the way up to nub of my clit. My entire body hums. My sex spasms, and liquid pools between my legs. He licks it up, and I groan.

  He goes at it licking, sucking, curling his tongue over my clit, down inside my slit, then sliding it into my back hole, and the climax creeps up over me. Warmth, heat, lust, all of it closes over me, tugs at the edges of my subconscious mind. I am dimly aware of him rising above me, then he kisses me. And it’s different, sweet, tender, and the taste of him and me floods my senses and pulls me under.

  I struggle against the sleep that tugs around at the edges of my mind. "The pants I wore, who did they belong to?"

  "If that's an oblique way of asking me if I've brought any other women here, then the answer is no. I've never felt the way I do about you with anyone else."

  Oh. Hadn't expected that. I yawn and my limbs grow heavy. I am too relaxed to stay awake.

  "Get some rest."

  The next time I open my eyes, I am alone.

  31

  Doc

  I stand on the decking outside the kitchen and cup my hands around the mug of coffee I brewed.

  I had left her asleep, her skin flushed, her hair tousled.

  She’d barely moved, tired out from my handling of her body.

  Her breasts had risen and fallen, the sheets almost slipping off to reveal the valley between her breasts, and I hadn’t been able to tear my gaze away from it. I had almost stayed back. Wanted to run my fingers over the curve of her jaw, down the soft skin of her throat to where her breasts rose. I had wanted to tweak her nipple, trail my fingers down to the indentation of her waist, to where the glistening lips of her pussy waited, and that’s when I had torn myself away from her.

  I take a sip of the coffee. It’s scalding hot, burning my tongue. I wince. I deserve the pain. After everything I’ve done to her…I hadn’t been able to hold back, I had not only knotted her again, I had claimed her a second time.

  I had woken up from that nightmare at my lowest. I hadn't dreamt about my father in years, but the images had transported me straight back to the hell of my growing years. I had come out of it hurting and angry and needing to hurt... and she'd been there.

  My very own redeeming angel.

  Soft hair, curvy hips, melting cunt that had called to me to bury myself inside and forget the world. I couldn't resist palming that beautiful backside, shoving myself into her virgin back-hole and making sure no part of her had been untouched. And then I had choked her. My fingers squeeze around the cup and some of the coffee sloshes over the side. I had cut off her breath, without any care for her needs. I had stayed true to my nature. I had taken. And she had opened herself up to me completely.

  I had
made her come, but at what cost?

  A few seconds more and I might have...I squeeze my eyes shut.

  Deep down I'd known it would come to this. That it was only a matter of time before I lost myself so completely that I'd betray her trust. My being at my lowest, and not quite in my head was no excuse.

  I had successfully put her life at risk and there was no way I would let that happen again. I was wrong for her, the proof was irrefutable. It's not just that I am afraid of opening up to her. When I am with her I am afraid of losing control and hurting her.

  I need to get her out of here and back to Singapore. It was a mistake to bring her here.

  I drop into myself and tug on the telekinetic energy. A whisper of the blue-green force inside of me rises to greet me, then dissolves. I am healing, but not fast enough. And that’s a surprise. I have never been incapacitated for so long. If someone were to attack her now, I wouldn’t be able to protect her either. My belly tightens. I have been selfish keeping her here.

  There’s a sound behind me, and I stiffen. The scent of jasmine floods the air. I turn to find her standing at the entrance to the decking by the large double sliding doors. “You’re awake?”

  I take another sip from the coffee.

  “You left me.”

  I tilt my head. “I didn’t want to disturb you.”

  I turn to walk past her, but she doesn’t step aside.

  “What’s wrong?” She frowns up at me.

  Everything. I can't afford to feel for you. I need to save you...from the biggest threat to your wellbeing... me.

  I set my jaw. “Let me through.”

  She shakes her head.

  “Don’t challenge me, Red.”

  She bites her lips, “Talk to me, Doc. Tell me what you are thinking.”

  If only it were that easy.

  “You don’t want to know.”

  “Try me.” She swallows.

  And I am tempted, so tempted to tell her everything I am feeling right now. How I am falling for her, and then…then what? What have I got to offer her but this twisted mind? This body that needs perversions to survive? My emotions that need her pain to get off? My soul that wants to hear her scream and choke? To take her captive and hide her away from the world until I have filled her belly with my spawn? No. My breath catches. What am I thinking? Letting the beast inside me come to the fore?

  “Step aside, Alice.” My voice is rough, and I infuse a thread of dominance through it.

  She winces; her shoulders tremble. The shirt she’s wearing, my shirt, slips off of her shoulder, baring the pale skin of the curve of her arm. It’s right that she wears my clothes, my scent, that she comes for me again and again. I take a step forward, closing the distance between us. She tilts her head all the way back to look at me. Her green eyes shine with adoration… love? She’s falling for me, too… Damn. I can’t allow it. Will not let her do this to herself.

  “Last warning, Red.”

  “I don’t understand why you are so angry. I did everything you wanted, didn’t I?”

  I hesitate, choosing my words carefully. “You were too pliant.”

  She frowns. “I don’t understand.”

  “I get off on the resistance of my victim.”

  “But…but…I thought you wanted me to submit.”

  “The more you defy me, the greater my enjoyment." My gaze skitters away. "You are too weak.”

  She gasps and my chest hurts.

  “You gave in too easily, Red." I raise my head and survey her pale features. "Who’d have thought under that human façade you are no better than the pain-whores who hang around the Fae.”

  She sways, and I want to reach out to hold her close, to comfort her and tell her I am only doing it to hurt her. I don’t mean any of it. That she is beautiful, the only woman I have ever wanted to take for my own. That I never want to let her go.

  “Nolan…” She presses her knuckles to her cheek.

  I stiffen. My name from her lips sends a rush of desire swirling down my spine and I shove it away. “Don’t call me that.”

  Her voice quavers. “I don’t believe you.”

  “I never say what I don’t mean.” And the lies keep piling up.

  She swallows, and a pulse beats at her throat. She throws her arms around herself. “I don’t understand why you are doing this, but you are wrong. Whatever is between us—”

  “—should never have started. I should never have touched you.”

  “Don’t say that.” She wrinkles her brows.

  “Oh, I am just getting started.” I peel back my lips, making sure to show her my canines. She doesn’t even blink.

  “You don’t scare me.”

  “You don’t”—I bend my knees so I can peer into her eyes—“do anything to me.”

  32

  Alice

  I rub my damp hands over the shirt I had pulled on and which comes all the way down to my knees.

  Nolan...no Doc's shirt.

  I should have showered when I woke up, but hadn’t wanted to wash away the scent of our mating. The chord in my chest tightens; the wound at the curve of my shoulder itches. I refuse to show how much discomfort I am in. I swallow and my throat hurts, though that pain is fading quicker than expected too.

  Truthfully, it isn’t as bad as I had expected. That tonguing thing he’d done to me all over my body—my cheeks grow hot as I think of it—had rejuvenated me.

  I had woken up filled with hope, feeling more rested than in a long time…except for the flickering heat tucked against my rib cage. The one I am not going to tell him about. The one that twangs whenever I am near him or think of him. Or when he is in a heightened state of emotion as he is now.

  “Why are you pushing me away?”

  His lip curls. “We were never close enough for that.”

  He turns and prowls toward the sink.

  He’s dressed in fresh combat pants and a black T-shirt that clings to the breadth of his shoulders. His hips undulate with that slow, sliding walk that I equate with him. What is it about these Fae men that makes them so macho and stubborn? The most alpha-hole, the most perverted of them all is him.

  “Doc.”

  He doesn't respond, just rinses off his mug, then proceeds to place it on the drying board.

  Such a homey task. So not what I would equate with him.

  But then, I wouldn’t have thought that Doc’s tastes would run to such sadistic tendencies either. Oh, I had guessed he was kinky, given I’d seen him leaving the club famed for sadomasochism in the city, but the extent to which he needed it, and not just on a sexual level…had taken me by surprise. He requires that intensity of pain to feel anything.

  Only he won’t admit it aloud.

  It should frighten me, or at the very least disgust me.

  My pussy clenches, and my thighs squeeze together.

  Fact is, that edge of harshness to his every move, that danger that clings to his shoulders, the sensation of that rough, callused palm connecting with my ass arouses me. And when he'd choked me, I'd been afraid...and I'd also felt closer to him. Is that strange? He had saved my life and if I were to die, there is no other way I'd rather go than knotted to him. That is the ultimate submission I could give him, and I want more of it.

  More of what he could do to me.

  I want everything he can give me.

  I want it enough to goad him. What would happen if I disobey him? A shiver of anticipation tugs at my nerves.

  I twist my fingers together, then walk into the kitchen. Can I do it? Can I? I gulp, then bite the inside of my cheek. One chance, that’s all I have. Before this day runs out, he takes me back, or we go our separate ways.

  He straightens, and the sheer size of his physique, the dominance of his presence, just how powerful he is, how dangerous he can be, all of it hits me.

  He’s already shown me what he can do to my body…how much I turn him on at the physical level. Can I push him over the edge, so he cracks enough to reveal wha
t I do to his soul?

  I cross the floor, my bare feet making no noise on the floorboards. Reaching the table, I slide up on it, then draw my legs up. Reaching down, I pull off the shirt. He stiffens.

  I’m sure he's scented my nearness.

  My stomach flip-flops; my heart hammers. Am I really going to do this? I draw in a breath, then part my legs and begin to play with my pussy. I run my fingers through my folds, then insert a finger into my channel. A shudder runs down my spine. I am still sore, and the skin is so sensitive that a lick of pain flares up my belly. I slide my fingers in and out, and a moan wells up my lips.

  He swivels around so fast I gasp.

  My fingers tremble, but I don’t stop myself. In-out-in, I continue to fuck myself with my fingers. His gaze drops to the triangle between my legs. His nostrils flare. A fine sheen of sweat glistens on his upper lip. His chest rises and falls, and he takes a step forward.

  I keep shoving my fingers in and out of myself. Keep going, don't stop. I press my tongue into my cheek.

  He cants his head, and his ears flick back. The tips elongate, and why is it that I find that so sexual? I rake my gaze over his chest to his crotch, and hello! His monster dick strains his pants.

  “What. Are. You. Doing?” His voice is soft, so controlled.

  I frown. That’s not right. He's turned on, all the signs clearly point to that, so why is he acting like he doesn’t see it? Like he doesn’t want to acknowledge what I am doing to him, how much he wants me? Well, too late to stop now.

  I drag my fingers up my clit, over my belly, no doubt trailing cum all the way up to the valley between my breasts.

  Goose bumps flare over my skin; my insides quiver. I raise my fingers to my mouth and suck on them.

  He leans forward on the balls of his feet, his gaze fastened to my lips. “Stop.”

  “Don’t you like it?”

  “You forget you are not in control, I am.”

  “Whatcha gonna do about it…Nolan?” I twist my lips.