Steele Your Soul (The Trouble With Elves Book 3)

by Decadent Kane

  A deep rumble came from him as he laughed. “Take advantage of me whenever you want, Pepper. But today, right now, I plan to torture you with me tongue, me fingers, and finally me cock. I’ll take my time and have ye moaning me name before I allow an orgasm to break you.”

  Her heart skipped. Joren ripped her shirt from her breasts, bra and all. He bent down, tugged off her pants, and ripped her panties off. The sheer force alone of his want of her, made her wet. He threw the lot of clothes to the side and pulled her down to the ground with him. “Joren...”

  “Hush, love. Let me please you. You’ve been through a lot and our adrenaline is high. Let’s ride it out and worry about the rest later.” He slipped her nipple between his hot lips, and she gasped at the electric jolt shooting straight to her core.

  She pulled his head into her breast and arched her back. She wanted him to suck harder. He obliged. Her pussy moistened with his suckling. A need grew within her, a flame being fanned by his every movement, every touch, every look. He kissed his way over to the other nipple and curled his arm around her back, keeping her in the arched position as he lavished sweet attention on the sensitive peak.

  Joren’s fingertips walked a lazy path down her neck and around her breast. Sliding down her stomach and over her mound. One finger penetrated her folds. She gasped. He nibbled her nipple as he pushed another finger in with it. Wanton waves of carnal heat took over her body, she wanted him everywhere. She moved her hips against him, begging with her body for him to go deeper. His fingers circled inside her, driving her half-mad with each movement. He pulled them out, and then slid three in, deliciously stretching her. Her body stirred to life riding his fingers, and he moved back to the other peak, sucking it in hard. She had no control when her orgasm burst from inside, scattering her into a million different directions, and he kept moving with her.

  When her body had calmed and she caught her breath, he claimed her lips, pulling her up and into his kiss. Her body burned for him still aching for another as if one orgasm with this pirate would never be enough and somewhere she knew it wouldn’t be.

  Joren pulled back and she whimpered. “Don’t worry, love, that was the first of many.” He stood and stripped off all his clothes. Joren brought his body down atop hers. So hot, so male. He kneeled before her, spreading apart her legs. She didn’t resist, but watched as he devoured her with his eyes, making her crazy for his touch. He leaned in, grabbing her ass cheeks with his hands, and his cool tongue darted out, quickly sliding over her clit. She squirmed, and he did it again in a long slow stroke. Already her body arched for him, urging him on. Her pussy pulsed and he slid two fingers inside her as he sucked her clit gently between his lips. Her release came into being, spreading, riding each lap of his mouth, each penetration, wave after wave until finally it tipped. Another orgasm rocked through her and he held her in place so she couldn’t get away from his ministrations. He lapped at her until every wave stopped and her body hungered for more. She gasped for breath, wondering how many more her body could take...wondering if she could handle more.

  Joren slipped his fingers out, his hands found her hips, and he drew her up. He positioned his hard cock at the opening of her pussy. Her clit pulsed. Her body flipped back on high drive at the thought of him entering her, filling her. She didn’t care how many times he made her cum or how exhausted she might be later, as long as they both got what they wanted.

  “Tell me ye want me inside you.” He pushed the very tip of his prick inside, barely enough to do anything, yet enough to make her wiggle, trying to impale herself on him.

  “I want you inside me, Joren. Please.” She licked her lips, trying to maintain some semblance of sanity.

  He pushed her down on top of his cock, filling her to the hilt and staying there long enough for her body to get used to being stretched so deliciously wide. She panted beneath him, then began rocking her hips back and forth. He met her with his own fevered movements, pounding into her slow and steady. His lips again found a nipple and an orgasm crested, on the verge of spilling over if he continued...

  “I’m going to come!” Again, she shattered into a thousand tiny pieces as his cock filled her over and over. She clung to him and rode out wave after wave of her orgasm. It seemed to draw out more and more the deeper he pushed himself inside. His hips picked up speed, and she rocked with him, urging him to come for her with her body, milking him by clenching her vaginal walls around his prick. He groaned, and she felt him twitch inside as he spilled his hot seed.

  A roar bellowed out from deep within the tunnel, and Joren froze. They didn’t have time to bask in the afterglow of their lovemaking. “What was that?”

  “The drow king. I’m certain he realized his shipment has been lost.”

  “Will he hurt you?” She pulled as much of her clothes over her body as she could, tying her shirt around her to at least cover her breasts.

  A red glow fell over them and lifted them off the ground. “What is this? Joren!”

  Joren’s lips were set in a thin line, and his eyes glared, not at her, but close. “He’s bringin’ us to him. Don’t fight it and keep your trap shut.”

  Within seconds, they were blinked into a large chamber. The smell of mildew invaded her nose. Her eyes widened when she saw the king. A large deer-antler crown rested upon a swollen, distorted head. He’d been a drow for way too long, and there would be no coming back from it. His skin had turned all black with red glowing embers riddled throughout it. He sprawled naked before them with a raging hard-on he continually stroked.

  “Pirate! Where’s my cargo?” his voice boomed out of his large frame. Solid white eyes settled on Pepper and her torn clothes. She suddenly felt very exposed.

  “Your majesty, me ship crashed because one of your drow grew greedy. The scab stole another soul, and then brought it upon me ship. Your cargo is in the tunnel at the bottom of the rushing water—ye only need your drow to fetch it for ye. With your great powers, I assume you can restore the damage one of yours has caused.” Joren bowed before the king.

  Pepper curtsied as best she could and averted her eyes from his stroking.

  “Which of mine?”

  “Tide.”

  In a snap of his fingers, Tide stood before him, drenched but alive, and from the looks of his darting eyes, terrified to be set before the king.

  “Did you smuggle an extra soul?”

  “I did it for you, for us. They can’t walk all over us, Sire. They need to be taught—” His neck snapped, and he tumbled to the ground.

  “Pirate, I revoke your right to my cargo or my money.”

  “Your majesty, I can get another ship.”

  “I don’t want you anymore. You couldn’t handle a simpleton. Leave and do not return. This is my payment to you for the latest shipment, the life of you and your...friend.”

  Pepper shivered as an icy finger slid its way down her back when he mentioned her.

  Joren bowed and the king blinked them back to the port. Pepper locked eyes with Joren, shaking, but happy they hadn’t died before such a creature. “You must hold quite a bit of sway for him to let us go, Joren.”

  “I don’t hold sway, love. It be favors only. One day, he’ll seek us out and request our services.”

  “Until then?” Pepper raised an eyebrow and tried to get her heart to stop thundering against her ribs. The last thing she wanted to do was serve such a disgusting creature.

  “We avoid trouble and stay under his radar.” Joren grabbed her hand and pulled her into his warm embrace. “I think ye lost somethin’, love.” A brown pouch appeared in his hand.

  Pepper laughed so hard, tears ran down her cheeks. Her grandmother’s spice, of all the things he didn’t lose.

  A Hint of Cayenne

  Decadent Kane

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  The dark drow don’t take kindly to having someone welch on debts.

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  Chapter One


  On the tree hung a picture of the ugliest fairy Cayenne had ever seen in the whole of her bounty hunting life. Which said a lot because she’d seen some ugly ones up for reward. The normal diaphanous wings of the fairy had hardened into a papery substance and cracked like dried flaking leaves. The fairy, naturally pink of skin, had turned a dark brown from the effects of the Malevolent taking over, which was similar to a disease for fairies. Only the Malevolent didn’t attack unless provoked, which meant the fairy had to do something purposefully against nature like killing, torturing, and other wicked deeds. This mark was worth twenty gold coins. Enough money to set her little sister up in a good place, one with an actual roof.

  Fairy’s last known whereabouts: Nirra—an elven city not more than a day’s walk from the bounty-posting tree. She’d head there and ask around, see if she couldn’t drum up some clues to where this precious reward might be hiding out.

  Cayenne closed her eyes and willed her small body to blink to Nirra. Her feet elfing hurt from the traipsing she’d already done on the last bounty for a mere one thousand coppers. To avoid those extra miles, she used a little magic. She wanted a stiff drink and a good fuck before she started this job.

  She moved in the direction of the city faster than a humming bird’s beating wings. Blinking felt like a whole group of elves were pinching every inch of her flesh as the magic pulled her through space. Then her body came to a sudden stop. Cayenne stumbled, and she righted herself on the street in front of Reed’s bar. Reed owned the place, and there wasn’t an elf in the general area who didn’t know Reed. She walked through the main door. Quite a few elves were already lit and enjoying themselves with companions at their tables.

  Cayenne headed for the open seat at the counter. She’d met Reed a few times over the years. He owned the place and tended it. Preferring to do it all himself, even the bouncing, though he employed a bouncer too. Some claimed he had control issues, but Cayenne didn’t agree. The rugged, good-looking elf was cautious in her opinion, and if she’d built something up all on her own, Cayenne didn’t think she could let just any old elf run things either. It would be worth too much to her. When she finally had the chance to purchase a place for her and her sister, Lily, she would do anything to keep it safe. Rumor said Reed recently settled down with some elfess cursed by a goblin.

  “What can I get ya?” Reed turned as he spoke, recognition crossing his face as he gave her a broad smile.

  “Give me something stiff.” She threw ten coppers down on the bar. Reed would take what he needed and leave the rest. In seconds, a wooden shot glass of dark liquid sat before her.

  “Do you wanna know what it is?”

  “Do I really care?” Her eyebrow shot up, and she knocked back the drink. She swallowed the liquid. It burned going down her throat. A cough threatened to ruin her drinking reputation, and her hand came to her chest.

  “Burns, doesn’t it?” a deep voice said beside her.

  She nodded, her eyes watering. She angled toward the voice. An elf with long dark braids and bright green eyes took a stool beside her.

  He grinned. “I’ll have what she’s having, Reed.”

  “Nice to see you again, Hawthorn.” Reed poured the drink and set it in front of the elf.

  He tipped the cup up to Cayenne like a salute and downed it. He slammed the cup on the bar and shook his head. “That’s the spot. So, you from around here?”

  “Nope.” She signaled for another.

  “I came in for a job. You?”

  “Work.” Reed handed her the drink, and she shot it down again. This time, it slipped down easier than the first since she knew what to expect. She slammed the cup down on the bar the way Hawthorn had and gave him a grin. His eyes shone with mischief.

  “Only know how to say one word at a time, sweetheart?”

  Cayenne let the grin fall from her face and raised an eyebrow. “I’m not your sweetheart.”

  “Ah, but you could be. Loosen up. Let’s have some fun. What’s got your panties all bunched up?”

  Cayenne rolled her shoulders and tried to relax. He was right. She’d made it to town. Soon she’d be after her bounty, and all would be right in her world. The alcohol helped, but she signaled for a third. She gave a sideways glance to Hawthorn who motioned for another round. They both picked them up at the same time and shot them down. She slammed her cup first. “Do you have a place to crash round here, Thorn?” Her head felt a little light, and she steadied herself with the bar.

  “Yeah. I checked out a room around the corner.”

  “Wanna fuck?” She waggled her eyebrows suggestively, or what she assumed was suggestive. A giggle she hadn’t expected bubbled up from inside her chest. She let it out and snorted with her own amusement before she caught herself and cleared her throat. Yeah, the last one was getting to her.

  He laughed and picked her up in his arms. Under normal circumstances, Cayenne would object to being handled this way. But it had been far too long since she’d had a cock between her thighs, and his cock was just as good as any other. Plus, he had a bed. Cayenne snickered to herself as he sauntered out the door with her cradled against his chest.

  “What are you giggling about?” Thorn asked.

  “Cocks.” As the word came out of her mouth, another jolt of laughter followed it.

  He smiled. “Close your eyes, sweetheart.”

  She did as he said and felt the pinch of her skin as he blinked with them both. Hot and skilled. It was hard enough to blink one elf at a time, but two—few could do that, and she was one of them.

  When she opened her eyes, she found herself in a little hut on a large oak tree. One of the reasons she loved the elven realm more than the human realm was the size of nature. Mother Earth held strong here. Humans had small trees. Elven trees seemed to go on forever and were ten times the size of human skyscrapers.

  “Talented. Blinking two.”

  Thorn set her down, and she wobbled on her feet but righted herself without his help. Proud, she took a few steps and plopped down on the bed.

  “I try.” He flashed a grin that had her panties threatening to fall with those bright green eyes roaming over her curves.

  Cayenne undid the buttons on her shirt one by one...slow, precise...and then let it slip to the floor. Her eyes never left his body as she kicked off her boots. They made a thump while she unbuckled the leather belt at her waist. She could imagine his strength pressed against her, pushing the length of him inside, right where she desperately needed attention. The room grew warm to her exposed flesh.

  Thorn licked his lips and stripped out of all his clothes before she could unbutton her jeans. She smiled at the hasty loss of his attire. A picture of him slowly undressing for her made her heart skip. He slid up next to her, and all thoughts of slow slipped her mind.

  “Let me help you.” His voice came out husky with want.

  She moved her hands to the tight muscles of his warm bare chest and leisurely ran tentative fingers over them as they tensed under her caress. Goosebumps flushed over his skin. His cock sprang to attention, and she let her hand fall to play with it. He was thick and rock hard when Cayenne stroked him. She let her hand deliberately smooth over his sensitive tip. Her pants dropped to the floor, and she stepped out of the material without missing a stroke. His head fell back as he took in a sharp breathe, allowing her free rein over his body. He looked magnificent with his neck exposed to her and his body straining. He had barely any hair on him except his legs and a sweet treasure trail leading to his nether regions. She giggled at herself. What a silly thing to think, nether regions, like an embarrassed little lady. She continued her fondling of the minty smelling elf.

  Cayenne dropped down to her knees and looked up at him through her lashes. His prick throbbed in her hand. Her other hand cupped his balls and began leisurely massaging. She pulled him into her mouth a little at a time and was rewarded with a very male groan. As his head slipped all the way in, Thorn thrust his hips into her. She bobbed back, w
anting to lick the whole length of his hard-on, but he had other plans. He wrapped her auburn hair around his hands drawing her back down on him. She moistened with his forcefulness and moans of approval. The pure enjoyment of his groans thrilled her. She sucked him until he pulled her back and lowered her all the way to the floor.

  “You’re driving me nuts, elfess.”

  “Good.” She flashed him a wicked grin. He dipped his head to her neck and left a trail of kisses all the way to her nipple. His hand cupped her breasts as he teased the sensitive peaks with his tongue flicking back and forth, creating wild electric jolts to spring down to her clit. An orgasm peaked around the corner. It had been so long, and her body was wound tighter than a spider’s web. She needed to break loose, needed to feel the pleasure overtake her. Scratch that: it was more than a need. It would happen, or she’d make it happen herself. Cayenne ran her own hands toward her throbbing clit. It needed attention something fierce.

  Thorn’s hand slipped down her belly, moving her hands out of the way. He plunged his finger deep inside her. She gasped. He slid it back out and began a rigorous ministration of her clit in tiny, slow circles. Her back arched wantonly, begging him to dive deeper, fill her up more. All the stimulation made her body grow warm and sparks shot behind her eyes. She held her breath when the wave overtook her, shattering her into a trillion little pieces. Pulling her taut nipple between his lips, he suckled, causing an electric heat to run amok through her body as she writhed beneath him. He slowed, allowing her body to come back together, and she gasped when his head found its way between her legs and his tongue darted out to taste her.

  “You taste like honey,” Thorn said between slow licks. His hands found her hips and kept them in place.

  She ran her fingers through his hair, urging him to keep moving between her thighs. He teased her by licking down one side, up the other, and, finally, giving a short flick of his tongue to her clit. She squirmed. “What are you doing?”