A Hint of Cayenne (The Trouble With Elves Book 4)

by Decadent Kane

A knock came from the door, and Cayenne fell to the floor. The walls wobbled as she shook the balance back into her sight. It was probably the seller. He might have forgotten something. She pushed herself up and swayed as she made her way to the solid door. When she opened it, her smile fell from her face.

  Hawthorn stood before her. Dark hooded eyes, broad shoulders filling up the space, and every bit the male she had seen a few hours ago. A jar of honey in his hand.

  “What are you...how could––”

  “I find you?” His voice rolled out calm and deep, slipping over her and moistening her panties.

  “Yes. Find me.” She swallowed. She looked at the jar of honey and back to him. His gaze bore into hers, and she averted her eyes opening the door. “Come in.”

  He walked over the threshold, his boots thumping softly on the floor. “I have a knack for finding the things I’m after.” He grinned.

  Cocky bastard. She shut the door and crossed her arms. “And what are you doing here?” Inside, butterflies tossed in her stomach. She wanted him to say he’d come for her but, at the same time, was terrified at the thought of hearing him say it. Her mind jumped from one side to the other. Her hands fisted her shirt where he couldn’t see.

  “I told you I’d find you.” He took one long stride toward her. “We left things a little...” He took another step, and she backed up until she hit the wall. “Steamy.” His voice dropped so low she barely heard the last word. Her heart hammered at her ribcage.

  “What...ah.” She cleared her throat. “What do you want?”

  Thorn put his free hand on the wall beside her, and she melted into him. How had he gotten so elfing good at teasing her? “I want you of course,” he said, his lips barely above hers.

  She could feel the heat blazing off them, and her body arched to kiss him.

  Thorn backed away.

  Cayenne shook her head, trying to filter out the effect he had on her. Damnit, why did she want him?

  “I assume your sister has turned in for the night?” He circled the large area, eyes darting over the sparse space.

  “Yes.” She moved away from the wall, hoping he wouldn’t make her want to retreat back into it and remained a little worried she wanted him to.

  “And which one is yours?”

  Cayenne pointed to the door to the left. Her hand shook as she pushed it back underneath her arm to keep him from noticing. Partially disgusted with herself, she wondered why she reacted this way. It wasn’t like she hadn’t slept with him before. But somehow, this seemed different. He knew what he was getting into, she thought she knew what she was getting into, and the air around them crackled with attraction, or maybe just lust.

  Thorn didn’t wait for her permission. He closed the distance swiftly between them, grabbed her hand, and tugged her toward the bedroom. The door opened to darkness, and when he walked in, it engulfed his large form. She followed. With every step, she not only knew what was coming, but her body slicked in want of him. Flashes of their last sexual encounter after the bar entered her head, and she groaned inward. She hoped she’d forgive herself in the morning.

  Chapter Twelve

  As Thorn’s eyes adjusted to the dark space, he could make out the faint lines of Cayenne’s body. He kept hold of her hand as he set the jar of honey down. His erection strained against his pants. “I can’t wait to taste you again.” His mouth watered at the faint taste of honey she’d left in his mouth the last time they were together. It was a flavor that stuck with him.

  “Who says you’re going to taste me again?”

  He groaned and pulled her up against his body. She melted into him. The saucy minx even provoked him in play. In retaliation, he thrust a leg in between hers and ground his knee in her sweet spot. She gasped and rocked against him. He ran both hands up her sides, lifting her shirt as he continued. She didn’t protest, so he kept going, pulling her shirt over her head and casting it off to the floor. She fumbled while removing his top, and he ripped it from his own body in his haste to feel her skin to skin. He squeezed her into his chest grinding his knee a little faster. His cock pounding to be set free. He could feel all the pent up energy centering on his erection, and he thrust up into her belly wanting to set himself loose upon her but controlling it. He wanted to savor every moment. This wouldn’t be drunk sex like before. He had every intention of making sure she would always remember him and his body.

  Thorn slid his leg free and let her go. He undid his pants and let them drop. His hard-on sprang free, ready, greedy for her. He kicked the clothing backward along with his shoes. She reached for him. Small fingers ran up his torso, and he shivered. Gooseflesh zipped across his whole body. He reached for her pants, undid them, and let them fall. He heard her feet shuffle, and when she came closer to him, he felt all skin, with a thin pair of panties and a bra as the only wall between them.

  Then he remembered the honey, and he intended to use it on her. He pulled Cayenne down with him until they both lay on the cool wood floor. She lay on her back.

  “What now? You going to make love to me?” Her voice sounded small.

  “No.” He reached for the jar and screwed off the lid.

  “What are you going to do then?”

  “I plan to consume you.” Without hesitating, he dipped his pinky finger into the honey and then dripped the sweet nectar along her neck and collarbone. She squirmed beneath what he could only assume was the slight chill of the honey touching her skin. She reached her hand up, capturing his and pulled it to her mouth. Thorn took in a sharp breath as he realized what she planned to do…then she slipped his pinky into her warm wet mouth, and his cock strained so hard he held his breath to keep himself in check. She moved his finger in and out several times, licking the honey from him. Cayenne gave it one final lick and let go of his hand.

  Thorn moved in on her. She arched her back and unclipped her bra, slipping it over her head along with her arms. He twisted the material around her wrists and held her arms to the floor. She squirmed but didn’t protest. He slid his tongue against her neck, licking up the little drops of honey. No doubt they’d both be sticky in the morning. But for now, he needed to taste her, all of her. Thorn continued along her collarbone, and her breath came up short when he nibbled. He pushed his hips into her body rubbing his cock against her warm flesh. The closer he inched to her breast, the further her back arched, as if she were begging him to reach them. Thorn obliged. He cupped one with his free hand grazing his rough fingers over the erect nipple, then he kissed, nipped, and licked his way to the other. As he reached the peak, she held very still, even her breath, and Thorn hovered over the nipple, allowing the warmth from him to seep toward her, teasing her. His tongue out barely licked the tender tip and then he set his lips upon it, sucking and twisting his tongue around the nipple at the same time.

  Her body shuddered, and her breath came out in pants. Her arms strained against his make-shift bonds. He sucked harder and then pinched the other nipple at the same time. Her back arched so far up toward him, he yearned to take her right then. But he wanted to make this last.

  “Hawthorn. Fuck.”

  He let loose her nipples to comment, “Do you feel teased?”

  “Yes,” she whimpered.

  “Good. But I don’t think you are ready for more quite yet.” Thorn put one of his legs over and between hers, pulling hers apart. He slowly slid his hand down her ribs, her belly, and finally her mound. Four fingers together rubbed where her clit should be, not direct contact, but enough pressure she thrust up into him hoping for more. Her panties soaking wet, and the tantalizing smell of the honeyed scent of her body tore through his senses and his mouth watered.

  “I want you...” Her voice pleaded with him and was enough to break his resolve, but he held fast. He let out a slow breath tempering his reaction to her. She was so hot against him, and she moved in such an erotic way as she tried to maneuver him where she wanted. But he wasn’t giving it to her. Thorn leaned over and licked around her nippl
e, not touching it, and kept his hand very still at this point, drawing out his tease.

  He fisted her bra tighter in his hand, digging his nails into his palm, putting himself in check as his body screamed at him for more, to dip inside her, taste her. He groaned and kept his voice calm as he replied, “Not yet, elfess.”

  Chapter Thirteen

  Cayenne’s whole body burned for Hawthorn. She barely noticed the restraint along her wrists other than they kept her from touching him the way she wanted. His breath hot against her breast, she longed for him to take her nipple into his mouth again, for his ministrations on her sensitive nub to continue. She panted, chest moving up and down. She shook her head side to side.

  “You want a little taste?” Hawthorn asked.

  Cayenne nodded.

  “Say you want me inside you.” He stayed statue still, waiting.

  “I...I want you inside me.”

  Hawthorn moved back to her breast. His other hand inched toward her opening slowly. When he sucked the taut peak into his mouth, he plunged two fingers inside, stretching her. She cried out, and her orgasm quaked through her body. He plunged in and out, taking it all, encouraging more. When her body had finally came down, he slipped his fingers from her.

  Her eyes had adjusted enough to the dark she could make him out a bit, not perfectly, but enough to see what he was doing in a general way. Thorn looked her directly in the eyes, as if he could penetrate her very soul, brought those fingers up to his mouth, and licked her juices off them.

  “Just like honey.” His deep voice rolled over her. “Now I think you are ready.” Hawthorn let go of her bra, freed her wrists. He moved down and, in the space of seconds, had her underwear torn from her body. Nothing stood in his way. She could feel the heat radiating from his skin as he moved in between her legs, his shaft jutting up against her thigh.

  Her body reacted with a smoldering need. Hawthorn grabbed her hips and pulled her down to him. The head of his cock pulsed at her opening. Her back arched hoping to push him into her, but his hands held her hips firmly in place. She reached around to grab hold of his arms, to encourage him to move in, pull up, something that would release the torment wreaking havoc on her body.

  Hawthorn penetrated with a slow shudder, his cock inching in at an achingly slow pace, filling her full of hard male. With a grunt, he plowed the rest the way in until he could go no further, and she writhed beneath him rocking her hips. He felt so wonderful inside her, hard and filling, as if this was where he belonged. She wanted him there over and over.

  “Again,” she rasped.

  He obliged pulling his cock back until just the tip stayed inside. She gasped as he plunged back into her. Again and again, pushing in deeper, burying himself. He leaned over to kiss her lips, and her hands found his hair. She moaned when he kissed down her neck and then sucked in an erect nipple as he sunk into her yet again. Another orgasm exploded inside her. She held her breath hoping the feeling would never end and discovered it prolonged the intense pleasure. When she finally let it out, she felt herself clench down on him, and he groaned as hot seed spilled inside her. She continued to stir herself against him, milking him until his body relented, relaxing over the top of her.

  “That was way better than the first time. Not that you weren’t good the first time, just...wow.” The words rushed out of her.

  “Who said it was over?”

  She felt him harden inside her, and she inhaled a sharp breath. Another round so soon? Hawthorn put his hands under her shoulders and lifted her so they both sat, with her on top of him, straddling. He drove himself up while pushing her body down on his cock. The sensation was divine, skin to skin, her nipples sliding over his sweat soaked chest and her clit rubbing against him below. How did he learn to put her in just the right position to stimulate her everywhere at once?

  “I want to please,” she managed to say in between breaths.

  “Oh, elfess, you please me. Do you trust me?”

  She nodded against him and wrapped her slender arms around his neck, holding on with each thrust. He let go and grabbed her hair pulling it back, arching her. His other hand reached lower and slowly, as he plunged inside her pussy with his cock, his finger slid in and out of her ass. A little at first. She tightened, worried.

  “Shhh, love. Relax and let it go.”

  She’d never had anyone do that before. It wasn’t unpleasant, so she relaxed allowing her back to arch as far as it could go. His finger and cock moved inside her at the same time, and then his mouth found her left nipple sucking it up and pinching it between his teeth. White hot fire licked down her spine, into her core, and she came again, her muscles tightening everywhere around him. He plunged into her while her orgasm rocked through her and his finger wiggled inside her. She screamed out in pleasure. The only thing she could comprehend was his body inside hers. He pulled back from her slightly, freeing her left nipple.

  “Cayenne, I’m going to make you cum again, and this time, my name better be on your lips.”

  He moved both his cock and finger out of her. He kissed his way to her other nipple, gave it a tender lick with the tip of his tongue, and then sucked on it. She moaned trying to move against him as he sat still except for his ministrations on her breast. Without any notice, he plunged inside her again, filling both her holes, and bit her nipple at the same time. Her heart slammed into her chest as she quit breathing long enough for another orgasm to rage through her body. He grunted moving faster, and she opened her mouth, screaming, “Hawthorn!” as he came with her.

  Chapter Fourteen

  A sound, like a door shutting, woke Thorn. Cayenne snuggled up to him, her arms falling when he sat up. Goosebumps slid down his arms. They were both still naked. Little light came in from under the bedroom door, barely enough to find his discarded clothes. He quickly dressed, kissed Cayenne on the forehead, and slipped out. He was going to need to search for this Lily lady soon, but first a little breakfast for Cayenne and her sister would be his priority. He whistled as he shut the bedroom door.

  Thorn glanced around at the empty living room and kitchen. It came back to him. They must have moved in yesterday. He didn’t have a lot of money on him but enough so he could get them a solid meal. Thorn glanced out the kitchen window. The sun shone brightly. The market should be open. He ran his hands under the sink spigot, and cool water rushed out. With his hands wet, he racked them through his hair trying to keep any strays in place.

  “Excuse me. Did we miss something in the paperwork last night? I thought Cayenne took care of it all. How did you get in?”

  Thorn turned to the soft voice who must be the sister. First, he noticed her blue eyes. His heart slammed into his chest. No, it’s not her. His eyes widened as he took in the rest of the thin elfess before him. She looked just like the image Birch gave him, but that wasn’t possible. His mouth dried, and he attempted to swallow.

  “Sir, are you all right?” She rushed toward him. Her hand reached out, and he sidestepped it, heading for the door. His feet tripped over themselves as he backed into the wall by the door.

  Cayenne’s bedroom door opened, and the female he’d just made a night of love to stepped out, yawning and blocking the sunshine from her face.

  “Lily, this is Hawthorn. We uh...are kind of seeing each other.” Cayenne sauntered over to Thorn. His palms broke out in a cold sweat, and he still had no clue what to say to either of them.

  “Oh! Hello, Hawthorn. Glad to meet you.” She put her hand out to shake his. She smiled with barely parted lips, and those haunting blue eyes warmed to him.

  Thorn cleared his throat. “Excuse me. I have to go.” He straightened himself. He needed out of there. He turned the door handle and backed out of the house.

  “Where are you going?” Cayenne’s eyebrows drew together.

  “Breakfast.” He managed.

  She beamed. “Great! Want me to come with?”

  “No. I...I think I can manage on my own, love.” He made himself stand tall
er and tried to quiet the rage of his heart slamming into his ribs. Cayenne cocked her head and then nodded as if accepting his words. She walked up to him, slid her perfect hand up his chest, and planted a lazy kiss on his lips. He kissed her back, keeping his body still and moving slowly with her. She broke away.

  “I’ll be waiting.” Cayenne turned back to the house and shut the door behind her.

  His chest fell with the click of the door. What in all that was holy was he going to do with the sister of the elfess he loved? Cayenne would strangle him if she knew. She’d probably string him up naked to a tree doused in honey and leave him there. It was her sister she had desperately wanted the bounty for originally. Thorn had no doubt Cayenne would go to any lengths to keep her sister safe and happy. Evidently, so would Lily. He tried to picture the small female in the middle of the male drow and elf gamblers at the Dugout. How had she even heard of the damn place?

  Shaking his head, he made himself turn from their home. Breakfast. He needed to find them breakfast. Then he would be able to think of how to handle the situation better. He’d have to decide what to do, take the girl or leave her. He rolled his eyes. Hadn’t he already been in a similar situation when he gave Cayenne the twenty gold, which would have fixed his damn debt to begin with?

  He blinked himself to the market, deciding to put the thoughts behind him for the next couple of hours. The familiar pinch pulled at his skin when he walked out of the magic and into the middle of the market. He just needed to get through the morning, and then things would clear. He hoped. Elves both with and without families wandered the wooden stalls searching for food and merchandise they’d needed.

  The bustle soothed him, oddly. It drowned out the noise in his head. The smell of fresh bread mixed with fruit, and smoked meat wafted in the air. He inhaled a deep breath letting it overwhelm his senses, knocking thoughts of his troubles away. Instead, his stomach took over.