Alexi tilted her head and eyed him squarely. “Please free me now…” She swallowed, her throat working to choke back a name she felt more suitable to him than the one she must speak to free herself.
Darronn quirked one eyebrow and folded his arms across his chest. “Yes?”
The pain it caused her to say what she must was evident in her expression and in her tone. “Please free me, Master.” She said “Master” in a way that sounded more like “bastard,” but it pleased him nonetheless.
For this woman, such an admission was worth far more to him than any wench who threw herself at his feet and begged for his cock.
But he merely gave a single nod. “You have earned your freedom from your bindings. For now.”
She bit her lip, her teeth white against the plump red flesh, as though trying to hold back a furious response. While he knelt between her thighs, her eyes shot daggers at him. If they had been real, he would have been slain many times over.
Taking care to guard his balls, with a wave of his hand Darronn freed her using his magic, sending her ties and stakes back to the chateau.
The sudden freedom took Alexi by surprise—she’d almost expected him to leave her there for another night. She didn’t dare take her eyes from Darronn while she brought her aching arms down from over her head to her bare belly. Her bracelets were still melded together like manacles, and she was sore from being in the same position for almost an entire day. The only time she’d been up had been to pee, and that had been maybe ten minutes at the most.
“What are you going to do with me now?” she asked as he touched the bracelets with one finger. The gold separated, leaving her jewelry intact and as whole as they had been before.
Magic. He can do real magic.
“You will come with me to my chateau.” Darronn rubbed her wrists with his strong fingers and worked his way up her arms. She wanted to melt into his touch. “There we shall have supper and continue your training.”
Rather than arguing with him, she braced her arms at her sides to push herself up, and he helped her to a sitting position. Now that she wasn’t lying flat on her back, and wasn’t dying to go to the bathroom, she got a good view of where she was. It was gorgeous, and reminded her of one of Annie’s paintings. Better yet, that scene from The Sound of Music where the stepmom and all those kids were climbing over the beautiful mountains and singing.
Good grief. My mind has melted for sure.
Her heart dropped to her belly as she realized the magical mirror that she’d come through was gone.
She turned her gaze to Darronn and saw that the black eye she’d given him was even darker than before.
Ha. Serves him right. If she had the chance she’d blacken his other eye, too.
She frowned at him. “Why are you doing this to me?”
He shrugged, but the movement seemed anything but casual to her. “You are my destined mate.”
“You’re full of crap. I don’t belong here.” Alexi winced as he massaged her aching muscles. She hated to admit it, but his hands felt wonderful. “Whatever you may think, I don’t belong to you.”
His expression remained calm as he continued to work her body with his magic touch. “This is your home.”
“Damn it. You don’t understand.” Alexi’s head ached from not having her usual IV of caffeine and it took effort not to shout at him. “I have to find my sister. She disappeared a year ago, and if I don’t go back home, I can’t continue my search for her.”
In a fluid movement, Darronn eased behind her and began massaging her neck and shoulders. “One day I will help you find this sister of yours.”
Alexi couldn’t help relaxing into his touch as he kneaded away the knots in her muscles. “At this point it will likely take a miracle to find Alice, but I won’t stop until I do.”
He paused for a long moment, his hands warm against her bare skin. “I am certain you will again be with your sister.” His voice was firm and matter-of-fact, as if he believed what he said. “But first you must complete your training and realize your place is with me.”
“Give me a break.” She knew it was no use arguing the point with him. Not now, anyway, but she couldn’t help herself.
After Darronn had finished massaging Alexi’s muscles, he helped her to her feet. Her legs trembled and she wobbled on her stilettos. She would have fallen if he hadn’t been there to hold her up. For just a fraction of time she allowed herself to lean into him, her naked breasts pressed against his clothed chest, his erection hard against her belly, his hands holding her hips.
His warm, earthy scent filled her sense. She clenched her hands in his tunic and raised her face to look into those hungry untamed eyes of his. Damn, but she wanted him, and Alexi O’Brien always went after what she wanted.
She was tall, but he was a good foot taller than her, even when she wore stilettos. A rumble rose within his chest as Alexi reached up and slid her arms around his neck and tried to pull his head down to hers while she stood on her toes. She wanted to kiss him. Needed it.
He didn’t budge. He only studied her with that intense gaze of his.
Alexi scowled and turned away. “I’ve got to pee again,” she said as she stomped off and found another bush. It ticked her off even more that he followed her, but what else could she expect from the bastard who had kidnapped her?
After she relieved herself, Darronn led her back to the meadow. The stakes, the cushion, her scraps of clothing…all of it was gone. She had a feeling he’d used magic to get rid of it all.
Her stomach rumbled surprising her. She hadn’t realized until now that she was hungry.
A blue bottle appeared in his hand, causing her to gape in surprise. The bottle had strange purple lettering on it, like runes, and she wondered what the letters meant.
“Drink this.” He extended his hand with the small bottle. “It will fully assuage your hunger until dinner. It contains much nutrition and will give you clarity of thought.”
She frowned. “I don’t take strange drinks from strangers. Who knows what’s in it.”
He studied her for a moment. “Do you not think that if I intended to harm you, I would have done so by now?”
For a moment she considered what he’d said. Her stomach rumbled again and she snatched the bottle from his hand. “Whatever.” She pulled the cork out of the bottle, wondering how something so small could take away her hunger. “Bottoms up.”
She tilted her head back and let the fluid roll to the back of her throat. The flavors of whiskey, mint, berries, and cream burst on her tongue, and warmth traveled to every part of her body.
And it made her as aroused as hell. When she lowered the bottle, she found that she already felt full, as if she’d had a complete meal. But she narrowed her gaze at Darronn as she grew hornier. She thought about telling him off, then decided she wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of knowing he made her want to fuck like a wild animal.
Darronn raised his head and gave a sharp cry—like a call of some sort. In the next moment she heard a thundering sound, and then a creature tore from the depths of the forest. He was a beautiful silver beast—like a horse, but different. His muzzle was much narrower and his coat had a lustrous sheen to it, like a pool of liquid silver. As he galloped toward them, his movements were as smooth and fluid as Darronn’s when he was a tiger.
When the creature reached them and came to a stop, he lowered his head and butted Darronn lightly on the shoulder.
Darronn rubbed his knuckles along the creature’s muzzle. “My good friend Tok of the jul, I have a favor to ask of you this day. A ride for my mate Alexi and me, if you please.”
Fascinated, Alexi ignored the “mate” comment and watched the beast toss his head and murmur a reply in a tone that was almost human.
“Many thanks, Tok.” Darronn inclined his head and released Alexi’s waist. From out of nowhere he produced a black saddle blanket along with a black leather saddle—like magic—and settled both onto Tok’s back.<
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He moved behind Alexi and gripped her waist. Before she even had a chance to think, he was lifting her into the air, and she gave a small shout of surprise. As if she was light as a doll, he easily placed her on the saddle, close to Tok’s neck. The leather saddle felt exciting and erotic between her naked thighs and against her smooth slit. Tok’s fine hair was like silk to her fingertips as she gripped his silver mane, and he smelled of warm buttermilk biscuits and honey.
Her stomach growled.
After Darronn helped Alexi mount Tok, the horse-like beast that he’d called a jul, Darronn swung up behind her. He pulled her so that her back was snug to his chest, her ass tight between his thighs and against his erection. His arms were around her waist, the spade tattoo on his wrist seeming to almost glitter in the sunshine.
“We will dine as soon as we reach my chateau,” he said.
Alexi allowed herself to relax against Darronn’s muscular length as the jul began to move in the direction of the waterfall. Blue-green mist that had been there in the morning had apparently burned away like San Francisco fog on a sunny day. The sun clung to the mountaintops, its golden light spilling over the top of the forest.
This place and this man must be getting to her, because it felt like the most natural thing in the world to be wearing only her thigh-high nylons and stilettos. Not to mention being positioned between Darronn’s legs with her thighs spread wide, while riding a silver horse called a jul. It was kind of like riding her Harley, only naked.
Yep. I’m losing it, all right.
Wind chilled her nipples and her exposed folds, and Tok’s rolling gait didn’t help the ache in her core. Alexi shifted, tempted to slide her fingers into her slit and take care of that ache right now.
“You feel perfect in my arms,” Darronn murmured near her ear, his coarse stubble brushing her skin and causing a thrill to skitter through her. He moved his hands over her breasts and she couldn’t help but moan as he pinched and pulled her nipples, making her even hotter than she already was.
Alexi slid her fingers down to her clit and into her core and almost came at once.
“No.” Darronn brought his arms all the way around her and captured her wrists in his hands. He leaned back, bringing her wrists behind her and then magically fastened her gold bracelets together again. “You may not climax without my permission.”
“Damn you,” she muttered as he pulled her against his chest, except this time he had her hands trapped between them. Even as she cursed at him, she felt hornier than ever.
As the horse-beast moved into the trees on a sun-dappled trail, Darronn held his palm out in front of Alexi. On it a strange device appeared, as if it had just popped out onto his hand. It looked a lot like the spade tattoo on his wrist, only three-dimensional and a smooth, rounded apex.
Alexi frowned. “What are you going to do with that?”
“A teaching tool,” Darronn murmured as he lowered it.
He had his other arm wrapped tight around her waist, and her arms were bound behind her, so she had no choice but to watch as he lowered it between her thighs.
Her heart beat faster and blood rushed in her head as the unusually warm, rounded tip penetrated her core. The sides folded down as he slid it inside her all the way— and then the spade expanded.
“Oh, jeez.” Alexi gasped as the device filled her, and then she almost screamed with pleasure as it started to vibrate.
Tok the horse-beast continued on as though Alexi wasn’t getting the ride of her life, the soft clip-clop of his hooves moving in time to the spade thrusting in and out of her core, seemingly of its own volition. Likely the bastard behind her was using his magic to make it move that way.
When did she start taking magic for granted?
“Do not climax without my permission,” Darronn ordered, even as she rushed toward an orgasm. “Or you will be punished.”
Screw you. She’d come whenever she wanted, and no one was going to punish her.
Closer and closer her orgasm built. Just as she thought she was going to come, the spade vibrator stopped. It shrank within her core and Alexi almost cried out in frustration.
Darronn’s palm was warm against her belly, and he flicked the tiger charm at her navel with one finger. “Ask permission if you wish to climax, wench.”
“Fuck you,” she responded.
He gave a low and vibrant chuckle. “Soon enough.”
It started again. The spade expanded and began vibrating and moving up and down. It felt as though a man thrust himself inside her while thickening, driving her wild with the need to come. Sweat broke out over her skin, and her breathing grew heavier.
Darronn flicked his tongue along her neck while playing with her nipples and she arched toward him even more. “Ask permission,” he demanded.
She tightened her lips. “No.”
The vibrator stopped again and Alexi, who never cried, wanted to weep.
“We are near the village.” He pinched and pulled at her nipples. “If you wish to climax before we arrive, then ask.”
Alexi gritted her teeth. Like hell she’d ask for permission. She’d just wait until she was alone and take care of the matter herself. Maybe even Tok’s gait would get her off. The feel of the beast between her naked thighs, the world’s best vibrator in her core, and her bare folds and breasts… She was so damn horny maybe she’d come if a good stiff breeze hit her clit.
The ride got a little bumpier the higher they climbed. The spade remained lodged in her core, but didn’t move. The terrain became more mountainous and beautiful with its strange-looking trees—some with glossy trunks and blue feathers for leaves, and others with foliage like lace doilies or snowflakes.
When it hit her that Darronn had said they were nearing a village, her heart rate picked up again. “You’re not going to make me ride through the village like Lady Godiva?”
“I do not know this Lady Godiva, but it is your choice.” Darronn lifted her hair and kissed the back of her neck, where tendrils were damp from sweat. “Ask me for what you need. Whether it is clothing or pleasure, I will consider your request.”
She pressed her lips tight and stared into the trees ahead. Waning sunlight flickered through the treetops and she thought she heard voices.
The spade toy expanded in her core again and started vibrating.
Oh, God. She couldn’t take much more of this. Although it was killing her, she could wait for her orgasm, but she couldn’t wait to be clothed. Even though the idea of riding through a village in only her thigh-highs and stilettos turned her on in some bizarre way, she couldn’t get past the thought of it being wrong to be naked in public. For men and women to see her bound and naked, her breasts jutting forward, her nipples hard, and her legs spread wide.
And a vibrator in her core.
The spade’s movements seemed to grow even more intense, more frantic, pushing her closer and closer to orgasm so that she couldn’t speak. But what if she climaxed without his permission and he refused to give her clothing as punishment?
Now she fought against coming, needing something to wear, even though her body told her she needed to climax more than anything. “Please, may I have something to wear?” she forced out, hating the fact that she was stuttering. Hating the fact that she had to ask for what she needed.
“How must you refer to me?” he asked, and at the same time she was sure she heard laughter coming from around a turn in the road.
No! She wasn’t going to call him Master again. She’d only done it the first time so that he’d untie her. But this was different.
“It is your choice, wench.” The timbre of his voice almost threw her over the edge. She needed to be taken so badly that she almost didn’t care who saw her right now, or what they might say.
“I am your Master now, Alexi.” His voice urged her to comply, demanded it of her. “Your training will go much easier if you acknowledge it now.”
The spade continued to move in and out of her core, filling her as t
he horse-beast neared the sounds of tools clanking, voices chatting, and wheels rattling over rocks.
Alexi didn’t give a damn who saw her anymore. She’d rather be seen naked in the streets of this village, a place where she didn’t intend to be for long, than give Darronn the satisfaction of bowing down to him.
“Say it,” he urged her.
“Screw you,” she managed to get out just before the most intense climax of her life ripped through her.
She screamed and Darronn clenched his hand in her hair, jerked her head to the side, and claimed her lips in a rough and brutal kiss. And she wanted it even harder from him. Heat from her orgasm flushed through her from head to toe in wave after wave after wave and she didn’t want it to end. The spade’s vibrations grew wilder yet and she climaxed again and then again.
Darronn tore his lips from hers, his breathing hard, and his eyes glazed, as if he could barely contain himself. Vaguely she felt his hand between her thighs and he slipped the spade out. She turned her gaze from his to see the device on his palm, and then it vanished.
“You have earned your next punishment.” His tone was a mixture of frustration, anger, and lust. “Now ask for what you need before we enter the village.”
Village? Oh, what the hell. She’d just had the best orgasm of her life. She sighed and relaxed against Darronn’s chest, still riding smaller waves of pleasure.
Sounds of people and industry were louder now, and soon everyone would see her spread out like a woman who had just been screwed. Her skin was flushed and covered in a fine sheen of sweat, her breasts were swollen with need, her nipples hard and erect, her hands bound behind her back.
And she was about to be paraded through a village.
Bring it on.
CHAPTER SIX
THE RAPTURE ON ALEXI’S FACE AS SHE climaxed over and over again had almost caused Darronn to spill his seed into his breeches. He wished only to spell away the leather, lift up his mate and slam her down onto his cock, and drive into her until she screamed her pleasure again.
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