“And your price, Elemental? To return Isabel safely and to restore the balance of the worlds?” She walked with her shoulders back, closer to the edge of the lake. Closer to him. She was a queen, and she would not cower. Beautiful, dangerous God that made her knees weak, or not!
With just slightly upturned lips, he studied her. His heavy, heat filled gaze followed her from her toes to her legs and damn it to hell if that didn’t feel like a soft caress between her thighs. She bit back a moan as his eyes slowly traveled up, branding her with a searing heat everywhere they landed until they reached her own. When they got there, they were burning with blue fire. His nostrils flared slightly as she felt the need to drop to her knees and worship him, Amele style. Is this how the offerings felt? Oh Gods, she was in so much trouble. Her mouth watered as she started losing track of what she was here for, thoughts of rescuing Isabel turning into thoughts of ravaging Nikolai. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes. When they opened, he was looking at her like she was dinner. Pulling it together, she balled her fists and stared him down.
“So, how are we doing with negotiations?”
“Interesting little queen, you are. So, let me reiterate so that you’re very clear on the deal you are making. Which, by the way, is far more than I’m obligated to do. You would like Isabel returned safely, unharmed and untouched by the Unseelie…and you want to restore the balance of the realms. Specifically the veils, since there is no such thing as balance when we are talking about the magical realms. Chaos is the balance in the shadowlands, as you know, and vice versa in the realms of light. I want to know that I’m being clear when I tell you that the veils will be restored regardless, correct?”
Amele nodded and spoke through clenched teeth. “Your price, Water Elemental.”
She wasn’t sure, but she thought the echo of thunder may actually be a laugh. “I shall require a simple thing from you. Three months at my disposal. No more, no less,” he crossed his huge arms over his chest and looked at her. She bit her lip as his eyes flashed black again, heat rising to her center.
“Will you let me say goodbye to Isabel?”
“That is not unreasonable even if I do not understand this desire. You may say goodbye.”
“So I’m going to be your slave for three months?” This didn’t seem so terrible to her. Nothing could be worse than the Dragons and her time in their dungeons. Breaking free wasn’t terrible but she forced herself not to shudder at the memories of the actual dungeon. What a shit vacation that was. “And you promise you won’t alter me?”
He contemplated this with a wicked grin that made ice run down her spine until he spoke, then it was all molten lava, “It would be an extreme pity to change you in any way. I can assure you that your vanity and body shall remain as it is before me now. You will not, however, be able to sift for those three months. You must remain in a place of my choosing without contact to the realms.”
Blood flooded her cheeks. Looking at him and trying to decide how he could deceive her she realized that it was futile anyway. She had to do this. “I agree to your terms, Nikolai. Three months, it is.”
Water spiked from beneath him in a surge of power and his gorgeous blue eyes closed. She watched as his magnificent arms rose from his sides and lightning crashed all around them. Rain pelted her skin and water spouts began circling the lake. Amele gasped, wondering what fury she had unleashed.
Slowly, his eyes opened and he grinned. “You may return to Loveryn and you will find Isabel there with the Prince. You have one day to say goodbye, Ameieloreya. Then I shall come gather you. The veil will be restored before the end of that time and the realms shall once again be in their aligned place of light or dark.”
Gasping and wiping the water from her face she glared. “You tricked me! She’s not in the Unseelie kingdom, then? How did she escape?”
He laughed, but it sounded more like a soft storm when he did. “You did not ask me if she was still there and I was not obligated to tell you. If you had tried to sift, you would have found that you could have. It was only a short time ago that the male found a way to go retrieve her, and it just so happens that they broke the curse while they were at it. So, you may wish to give them a little space before you go barging in.” He winked at her.
“Son of a…”
“Careful, little Queen. Angering a God can have extremely unpleasant repercussions. I shall see you tomorrow. Wear something that you don’t mind getting wet,” he said, as he smiled at her and disappeared, taking all the rain, lightning and water spouts with him.
Tricky son of a bitch! Amele growled and sifted.
CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
Not Love, Just Sex
WHEN THE DARKNESS cleared, she felt Bodhe nuzzling her neck and holding her tightly to him. He was still inside her and God, he was still hard. The perfect, full lips sought her own and she let the deepness of his kiss overtake her for a moment, forgetting her anger.
“Bodhe, open your eyes,” she said, astounded.
He did. “Yes, Princess, we’re home. And we’re going to the bath, but don’t even think of removing your little body from mine, I’m not done with you yet,” he growled softly.
Just his words were enough to make her clench around him in anticipation. “But I don’t understand how we’re back here? I thought we were about to be killed by the Uglies?”
He picked her up so that he was still lodged inside her and she groaned as he walked toward the bathroom. Even the smallest movement caused that lightning that she had grown to love shoot off within her body. His teeth nipped at her neck and his tongue laved her collarbone slowly, gently. A luxury he didn’t have time for before.
“We were about to be killed by the Unseelie. The curse states that our consummation, joining us by love, will break it and return all to their realms. This is your home, Isabel, this is your realm, and I am your partner,” he whispered, his tongue still dancing on her. He flicked his wrist and the water warmed just before he stepped into the waterfall. Holding her under it for a moment she dipped her head back as he grabbed her shampoo. He washed the hair that was still matted in some places, then did the same with the conditioner until it was entirely free of knots and Unseelie gore. He smiled as she remained quiet while he did this. “You have such beautiful hair.” As she arched her back to rinse the rest of the conditioner out, he pushed his throbbing flesh deeper inside her, gripping her bottom firmly. Bodhe let her lean back against the wall of the waterfall, holding her up with one hand as he captured a pebbled nipple in his mouth. “And such beautiful breasts,” he continued. Paying the same attention to the other as she whimpered, he grabbed it lightly with his teeth. “And, I am going to show you every day, from now until the end of days, how much I love every part of you.”
Love? No. Just sex! He didn’t love her, why did he keep saying that? But why did he feel so damn good? And how were they back in Loveryn? She could no sooner make him get out of her than she could speak right now, though. His mouth felt so good on her skin and his thickness pressed against her insides, filling her completely. She wanted more. Damn her confusion when it came to him!
She felt her back touch the cool stone behind the little fall and kept her legs wrapped around him tightly. Sliding out of her slowly he set fire to her sex again. She gasped and he brought his mouth to hers, licking her in slow circles before plunging hard her core. She screamed with ecstasy.
“Look at me,” he ordered her.
She opened her eyes and saw his own burning as they gazed at her. They were both enveloped in a sphere of light and her lips parted in awe.
“I still hate you for lying to me, Bodhe, but don’t stop right now. Please.” Her body clenched around him, begging for more.
His impressive length pulled out and then slammed into her again, making her nearly speak in tongues. Eyes rolling back in her head she let her nails rake his chest. “Yes, Bodhe, yes!”
“We will have words soon of this accusation, Princess, but for now, I plan to re
main in you until you scream my name with the same amount of passion and love that I feel. Do you understand?”
She nodded. What other response was there really to that? She could scream his name, after all. She screamed it when she wasn’t even with him. A blush of embarrassment ran up her cheeks at the memory.
“Good.” He brought her arms over her head with one arm and held her with the other under her ass. His fiery lips came down on her nipples, one at a time, biting and sucking until she was moaning incoherently beneath his mouth. She freed one hand from his, and stroked it through his beautiful, once more curly hair. She loved any Bodhe, but this one was her favorite, when he looked joyful and soft. She twisted a curl in her fingertips and squeezed the nape of his neck, eliciting a groan from his lips.
Isabel felt him pick up the pace, and watched as he pummeled her. Seeing his shaft slipping in and out of her looked as if it was driving him crazy. It was driving her crazy watching him disappear, then reappear, slick with her. He snarled and squeezed her hand roughly, the slap of his balls each time he buried himself making her tremble. She looked him over hungrily as his golden muscles rippled before her.
“Bodhe,” she moaned, as the newly familiar heat began to build. Her Bodhe-gasm was coming, and it was going to make her shatter into a thousand pieces of herself.
“Oh no, it will need to be much louder than that, my dear,” he grinned wickedly, and pounded his flesh even harder. The stone behind her back was in jeopardy of cracking, she was sure. He went to her hilt and stilled, her body contracting, wanting him to move.
“Bodhe, please. Please don’t stop,” she moaned and tried to move her hips. But they wouldn’t budge the way he was holding her. She was completely at his mercy.
“What was that, Princess? I don’t think I can hear you,” he toyed, smiling as he bit her shoulder and pinched a nipple at the same time.
“Bodhe!” she screamed.
He just chuckled and started moving in a slow rhythm within her again. “Better, Isabel. But not loud enough.”
Deep and slow he moved, watching her writhe beneath him. He was going to drive her mad! Her body was boiling and she wanted him slamming into her. She wanted him to be rough. She felt like an animal and wanted one back.
“Harder, Bodhe. Now,” she growled.
He just grinned at her through his own clenched teeth and continued the slow torture. Was he trying not to hurt her still? No, he was doing this deliberately. The heat began to rise from the pit of her stomach and extended outwards, apparently slow would work just the same. The slow thrusts turned into more of a slow pounding that made her toes curl. She could see him losing the battle and wanted to do an inner backflip.
“Oh God, yes, that’s it. I need you to take me hard right now. Please, I’m not some delicate damn flower! Give me what I need!”
He seemed like he wasn’t ready for the beast to overtake him but when she screamed at him he lost control, pumping himself hard and fast within her. Oh yes, yes, yes! The slick sound of his body pounding hers in the water was barely audible through the rushing heartbeat in her ears.
“Oh Gods, Isabel, I want to stay inside you forever,” he panted. All she could do was moan. The fire was about to erupt and send her over an edge to a bottomless pit. She felt his hand squeezing her ass harder as his lips crashed down, consuming them both. She felt him grow impossible larger, hitting places she didn’t know existed. “Now, my love, now…” he breathed into her mouth, his ceaseless thrusts making her see stars.
Heat exploded.
She imploded.
Passion destroyed and rebuilt her from the inside out.
As her toes curled and the eruption mercilessly shook them both, she did scream for him. Very, very loudly.
His hot seed pumped deep within her as she clenched him, milking every last drop. What a greedy little body she had, after all. Her mouth tasted every inch of him she could reach as she held on to his trembling frame. It was so damn bright in this bathroom, she mused, before realizing why. They were that bright. His delicious lips found hers once more and she stopped shaking just enough to take his tongue and caress it with hers.
After an eternity of trembling together, Bodhe pulled her against his chest and sat down on a small stone bench that was beneath the waterfall, keeping her straddled to him. His kiss was slow, languid, but it was still able to set fires to every inch of her. She nipped his bottom lip and pulled back enough to see his eyes.
Really? How in the world could he be grinning at her like he was ready to go again? For that matter, why was her body responding to it? Great, he was a liar and she could now add slut to her growing resume in the realms. Her brows knit together as she studied his beautiful face. His eyes were open and honest and blazing with desire. How could he be faking this? His erection pressed deep within her belly and the slightest movement from her on top of him made her moan.
“Il weiren meyth, Isabel. Forever,” he whispered to her. Once again, it felt as if she’d been slapped.
With some of her senses returning to her, she narrowed her eyes and looked at him. “Great sex doesn’t equal love, Bodhe. Not where I come from, anyway. I don’t have any idea how you do what you do to me or why you’re still doing it if your crown isn’t in jeopardy. I just didn’t want to die a virgin and now poof! Here we are in you and your partner’s bedroom. I don’t know whether to thank you, kiss you, have sex with you again or slap you at the moment.” Add insane to the realms resume, she thought, as she rubbed her forehead. His eyes were glittering dangerously when she looked back at them but she’d been through enough shit this last few weeks to last her ten lifetimes, and now, she needed answers. The truth would be good for a change.
“You still haven’t explained about Rhonan. How can I believe what comes out of your mouth after all the lies and deception? Is anything in that closet really even mine or am I using her things? And how is it that you’re even sleeping with me at all when your partner just died? Isn’t that against the royalty partnering and overall Sidhe rules or something? Or was all that lies too?” She felt her cheeks flush, but glared anyway. She was done being Isabel the pawn. She just wanted to be Isabel again.
His face softened and he even grinned a little. “I’ve never lied to you. Not once, since I met you that first moment in the glade. Everything is yours and always has been, including the gifts that I made for you, and most definitely my heart and soul. Rhonan has never been my ‘mate’.” He brushed his thumb along her cheek. “I meant what I said when I said I’ll prove it with my actions until you believe it. I know you’ve been through hell, but I’m yours. Words are cheap, Isabel. Actions aren’t.” He kissed her lips tenderly then. “You’ll see, I promise you. Oh, your sword and raka will return to you soon, as well. They can’t remain in a realm without you,” he smiled.
God he felt so good inside of her. Perfect even. She wanted to believe everything he said but there was still something nagging at the back of her head, like everything wasn’t finished. Sure, she was out of Ugly-world and she had the man she thought she loved in her arms, professing his love to her. So why the hell was she unsettled? The soft throbbing of his hardness inside her wet folds was almost enough for her to forget everything that happened. Almost.
“But what about the vision? What about my mother? If everything you’re saying is true, take me to her. She should be awake!”
Isabel practically flew off of him. Wait, holy shit, she was hovering! She looked to a grinning, glowing Prince.
“The blood moon rises shortly. And it looks like you’ll be flying as we do, after all.”
She set herself down by willing herself to the floor. Well, that was going to take some getting used to! She grabbed a fluffy towel and dried herself, racing to her closet. At least she hoped it was her closet. She really, really wanted it to be hers. Her heart was still confused but her body ached blissfully and she wanted to believe him so much. It was always Bodhe for her. Her heart skipped a little in her chest as she al
lowed hope to leak in a little. It was a dangerous thing; hope. She thought she’d lost her ability to have any in the Unseelie realm.
Choosing a simple white dress and satin slippers, she hurriedly put them on and raced to the balcony. She watched as Bodhe put a pair of ripped jeans and a tunic on just as quickly and he never took his eyes off her. She raised her eyebrows at the jeans since she’d never seen him in them before.
“What? I like clothes from this era in the human world. The jeans are...comfortable.”
She looked at him and felt the heat rising again. Even in plain clothes that didn’t scream ‘other worldly Prince’, he could melt the panties off of any woman in an instant, she was sure. And really? That bulge was as big as ever. Did that erection ever go away? But even as she thought it, her own desires rose again and she didn’t want it to. He turned and walked away from her to grab something from the bathroom and she watched him walk away. Never had she seen a more perfect ass in a pair of jeans. Ever.
Bodhe started laughing as he came back and caught her staring. “Do you like these, my dear?”
Face turning crimson she shrugged. “Um, yeah. They’re not bad.”
Just then the dagger and sword appeared on the bed out of thin air and she gasped.
“Strap them on, sweetheart. We’ve had some unsavory beings cross into our realm recently and although I’d never let any harm come to you, I know you’ll feel safer with your own weapons.”
She was struck mute for a moment, completely torn inside about everything. She did as she was told, though, and strapped the sword to her back before lifting the skirt of her dress for the dagger.
Bodhe was on her thigh with his mouth in a second, his lips burning her skin as he licked and bit toward her ever wet, and currently panty-less center. Throwing one of her legs over his shoulder he growled and devoured her tender folds.
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