Stolen by the Fae

by Laxmi Hariharan

  I swing my legs up and around him, then lock my ankles around his waist.

  I thrust up my pelvis and the angle is just right. Just correct for him to slip in an infinitesimal millimeter further.

  The tendons of his throat shift. Sweat glistens on his forehead. “You are killing me, Starlight.”

  “I don’t want you to die.” I half smile, half sob.

  “I don’t want to hurt you.” The muscles of his shoulders go solid.

  He begins to withdraw, and I tighten my thighs around him.

  I slip my hand down between us, to where he is still embedded inside me.

  Then I cup his balls and squeeze. He shudders, his thigh muscles go rock solid. “What are you doing?”

  “Making sure you don’t leave.”

  “I won’t leave you, amaya.” My heart stutters. The words he mutters under his breath are so foreign, so unknown. My pulse quickens.

  Moisture gushes out from my core. “Promise?” I rake my nails over the rough skin of his dick.

  “I never lie" He grits his teeth. "And I never repeat myself.” He grabs my arm and bringing it over my head, slams it into the bed.

  Then he sweeps his other hand under my waist. Raising my hips he thrusts into me.

  24

  Dante

  I plunge into her, all the way in. Blood rushes to my groin, and I harden inside her. My flesh fills her, enough to scrape the walls of her channel. She screams out, her head falls back, and her shoulders convulse.

  I close my mouth over hers, swallowing her moans. I squeeze my arms around her and hold her close, trying to absorb her aftershocks.

  I press little kisses over her cheek.

  She grips her thighs around my waist and tilts her hips.

  I push back with my knees on the bed, trying to hold my weight off her. “I’m sorry I hurt you.” I brush the strands of hair that stick to her forehead.

  Inside her, my dick twitches, and strains to grow further; to extend to its full length. I tighten my groin and hold back. Not yet, I can’t. I can’t take her yet.

  “What are you not telling me?” She raises her gaze.

  “You guessed most of it…” I choose my words with care.

  “I know you are built differently.” She grips my shoulders, her nails digging into my skin.

  “But you don’t know just how much.” I grit my teeth and stop myself from ramming into her, from possessing her completely.

  Her gaze widens.

  She flexes her inner muscles, squeezing them round my dick.

  A groan is torn out of me. “Amaya, don’t.”

  “What does that mean?” Her gaze widens.

  “A term of endearment that roughly translates to sweetheart.” The words come out on a gasp.

  “Can I call you that, too?” Her lips part.

  “You can call me by any damn name.” My heart rate ratchets up.

  “Can I touch you?” She swallows. The skin around her eyes tightens.

  “Thank Fuck.” I pull out of her. The ridges of my shaft scrape against her inner channel and vibrations scream out from my groin sweeping to my extremities. All my nerve endings seem to fire at once and I can feel my pulse at my throat, at my temples, at the back of my eyelids.

  My palms tingle. My biceps ache with the strain of holding up the weight of my body.

  Her gaze drops down to my groin, then widens. Her shoulders freeze.

  “It won’t hurt.”

  She opens her mouth as if to speak, then doesn’t.

  I skim my fingers up her arm, then take her palm and place it on my waist before dragging it down toward my shaft. I fold her fingers around my dick. Her fingers tighten.

  My jaw ticks to the accelerating rhythm of my heartbeat. I grit my teeth to stop myself from groaning aloud.

  She squeezes my shaft, from the base up to the tip, then rubs a finger over the slit and spreads the moisture over it.

  My balls draw up, and my shaft thickens in her hand. “Please, acushla, I can’t hold on.”

  She brings me to her pussy, then positions me at the opening of her channel.

  A groan rumbles up. I grab her hips and angle her then ease in.

  The energy floods my cells, and homes in on my extremities. My ears pull back, I tilt my hips, and my dick throbs. The hard flesh from inside my shaft, glides out through the slit. It extends to graze her cervix.

  She screams out, and her body shudders. Sweat glistens on her shoulders. Her thighs grip my flanks.

  I gather her close and cradle her in my arms, even as my cock hardens in her channel. “So fucking tight.” I kiss her eyelids, her cheeks, her lips. “So soft.” I thrust my tongue into her mouth.

  My dick pulses once more and sweat drips down my back.

  I stay where I am, letting her body adjust to the intrusion. Letting her muscles bunch, then relax. Her fingers trace the curve of my spine.

  I lean back then and gaze into her eyes. “Look at me, Gia.”

  Her eyelids flutter open. The black of her pupils has spread to take up her irises until only a circle of silver remains around the edges. It’s beautiful, and haunting, and makes me want to take her all over again. There is a melting feeling near my heart. My breath quickens. I hold her gaze and move my hips.

  The curved edge of my extended dick scrapes against the very center of her. Goosebumps rise on her skin. Color floods her cheeks.

  I feel every muscle inside her tense.

  Her heels dig into my back. A moan bleeds out of her.

  My heart constricts. I rock into her, again, and again. Her eyes roll back. Her shoulders pull back. Color flushes her cheeks. "Dante, it's too much. I can't bear it anymore." A shudder sweeps up from the soles of her feet, all the way up to her shoulders.

  "Come for me, Gia." Her spine arches, and then she screams as she shatters.

  Her pussy clenches around my dick, milking me, tugging at me. Liquid heat flows out from the walls of her channel to bathe my turgid flesh. “I love you, Starlight.” I take her mouth, absorbing every last moan. Her body twitches then goes limp in my arms.

  Only then do I let myself come, shooting hot streams of cum inside her, bathing her walls.

  The energy sweeps through me, tugs at my nerve endings.

  It tears at me, and my balls squeeze, my canines grow longer, throbbing as they fill with my essence.

  My heart hammers; my head spins. The scent of her, the taste of her, the softness of her skin calls to me.

  My eyes narrow, and my vision tunnels.

  I bend down and bury my teeth in the soft skin where her neck meets her shoulder.

  25

  Gia

  Fire burns down my arm, throbbing out from where his teeth are still buried in my shoulder.

  Hot streams of his cum pour inside me. His cock hardens and does that thing again where it curves and hooks against the most sensitive part of me. Goosebumps pop on my skin. Another surge of intense heat plumes through me pinning me down. My toes curl. My limbs tremble. The wave builds again, swelling up from my womb. It floods my veins, thrums over my nerve endings and crashes over me so fast that I gasp. My breasts thrust up and into his chest. Flares of silver and blue flash behind my closed eyelids.

  His dick pulses in my channel. He's so deep inside that I am sure he’s splitting me in half. Every inch of my body feels like it’s on fire. Like he’s speared me and is still making me hold on. Holding me back from unraveling completely. I feel like I’ve been broken all over again.

  Only this time he can’t put me back together.

  No one can.

  Not even him.

  He’s shown me the kind of pleasure that I didn’t know existed. Pain twists my insides, and I whimper. The sound feels harsh; it sounds faint, even to my own ears.

  He raises his head, and the suction as his skin separates from mine scrapes over my already sensitized nerves. Waves of tension radiate out from him. His body goes still, his muscles tense.

  I feel like I
have been separated from myself.

  One part of me is held in his arms, where he holds me and stares down at me.

  The other half is looking down at our joined figures. At the proud sweep of his back, the swell of his butt cheeks as he squeezes them, his massive thighs that he’s pushed between mine, and my own legs wrapped around his waist. My arms still twined around his shoulders.

  I feel his gaze rake over my face, but I don’t dare open my eyes. If I do, he’ll see just how much this hurts…worse, how much this has shocked me, changed me, turned me on, made me want him all over again. And yet the waves of pleasure keep coming.

  Another burst of desire sparks up my legs, centering in my groin where his dick strains inside me. “You’re still erect.” I open my eyelids, only to meet his blue gaze.

  It’s troubled. I catch just the edge of it before he sweeps his eyelids down. When he raises them again, it’s as if he’s drawn a curtain over his emotions. The mask is back in place.

  This man is an assassin, a killer.

  He could take without mercy. He could mate me, then walk away… I tighten my inner walls around his dick. Amber fires flare in the depths of his eyes. Sweat beads his forehead.

  Apparently, I have power over him, too.

  I angle my aching hips, just enough for the walls of my pussy to clamp over his dick.

  He shudders. “What are you doing?”

  “You gave me two orgasms—"

  His lips curl.

  "That wasn't meant to boost your already swollen ego." I raise my chin.

  His dick throbs inside me.

  "Or other parts of you." My cheeks flush and damn the man. Can't I have a conversation without melting into liquid sex all around him?

  "So, two orgasms back to back, not too shabby, eh?" He grins.

  He's repeating my words back to me, just to make a point no doubt. I'd walked right into that one.

  "Not that I'm counting or anything," I growl.

  "Of course not." His shoulders shake.

  Bastard's having a fine ol' time at my expense.

  I squeeze my inner walls around his turgid shaft, and his features tighten. "You trying to kill me woman?"

  "Just trying to make you come again.” I squeeze my thighs around his waist. Color burns his cheeks.

  Ooh. I like this game. He's as responsive to me as I am to him.

  His brows draw down, “I don’t want to hurt you again Gia.”

  “You didn’t—”

  “Don’t lie.” His voice rasps over my sensitized skin.

  I bite my lower lip. “It did… I admit…but not enough to put me off having sex with you. Just enough to make me—”

  “Curious?”

  “I was going to say hungry for more.”

  As if in accordance, my stomach grumbles just then.

  “You are hungry…but for food.” He sets his jaw.

  He retracts inside me. Then he pulls out.

  “Wait.” My heart squeezes. Something in his eyes, his demeanor, the way he’s acting. It’s as if he mated me and now, he’s pulling away from me already. “What’s wrong?”

  “Nothing.” He holds my gaze.

  “Something is.” I bite my lower lip. “This is not like you.”

  “You mean you expect me to hold you and cuddle you, in the post-coital way of humans?” His lips thin.

  My shoulders droop, and I look away.

  The next second, he flips me, so I am curled over him and pushed into his side. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you, not physically, and not now in acting like someone completely insensitive.”

  "You mean acting in character like the alphahole you are." Tears sting the back of my eyes and I don't get it. Why does it feel like my heart is breaking in my chest?

  I sniffle.

  His arms tighten. “Fuck, don’t cry, Gia. You're right, I'm a callous brute.”

  "That too." More tears pour down my cheeks, and before I know it, I am bawling. His arm around me tightens; he cradles me close, then rocks me. I can take it when he’s angry with me or being strange in that Fae way of his. But this, when he’s so caring, so protective, completely undoes me.

  I throw my arms around him, press my cheek against his skin, and simply let the tears flow.

  I cry for not just the near-death experience when he shot me, but for the orphan that I am. Being found and taken in by shifters, coming of age with them. Then wanting to join the Bureau just to prove I am as strong as my adoptive family. I’ve always tried to improve myself. Tried to be more than what I am. Except now, here in his arms, I let my weakness come to the fore. With him, it doesn’t matter how much I try, he’ll always be the more dangerous one. The one whose power is stronger than anyone else I’ve ever met.

  It takes away the need to fake anything from me.

  Also allows me the freedom to just be myself. It’s freeing, and the feeling is so new, so different, that I can’t stop the emotions from pouring out of me.

  “Shh.” He kisses my forehead then rubs his cheek against my hair. “Gia, you are my breaking my heart.”

  26

  Dante

  I hold Starlight until her sobs grow less in intensity. She cries as if she’s never cried before. My chest aches. My skin tightens. My insides feel like they are being torn apart.

  I’ve never felt so vulnerable against someone else. But this tiny human, crying in my arms, has that power over me.

  I hold her as close as I can, wrapping my arms around her and trying to enfold her. I rest my chin on her head and let her cry.

  Her tears wet my skin; it feels even more intimate than when we’d made love.

  Somehow, seeing her stripped of all her walls, is both humbling and a warning that I am so close to breaking even more rules. I told her that I loved her. I hadn’t expected to confess that; yet I can’t take back those words either.

  But now, as I hold her close and use my body to soothe her, I know I am changing from the inside. I mated with her, knowing it would impact her, but I hadn’t thought of the effect it would have on me. The ball of heat in my chest tingles. I know it’s where the mating bond connects me to her. A sign that I’ll always be vulnerable with her. Owned by her as much as she is mine.

  She turns her face into my chest, then licks my skin.

  My heartbeat accelerates. Liquid desire sears my blood. My groin aches. Seriously? I can’t be thinking of taking her, not when she is still trying to collect herself. But my dick doesn't seem to care.

  She presses her lips against my chest.

  Heat shivers down my spine.

  I squeeze her hips to stop her. But she simply wriggles her little body in the circle of my arms.

  I loosen my hold, and she crawls up my chest until she is poised over me. Teardrops cling to the tips of her eyelashes. Those silver eyes glitter as if they are pools of sorrow. They draw me in, threatening to drown me forever. She swallows, and her gaze draws down to rest on my mouth.

  Her chin wobbles, and her lips part.

  Her hair hangs over my face like a sheet of ebony. Glossy and thick, it sways around me, shutting out the rest of the world. “What do you want?” I wind the thick glossy strands around my palm.

  She turns her gaze up. “Fuck me again, Dante.”

  A primal need crashes over me. My cock thickens. Desire tightens my skin.

  “You don’t mean that.”

  “Don’t I?” She pouts. Then, lowering her head, she swipes her tongue over my lips.

  I can’t stop the groan that wells up.

  “You don’t know what you are saying.”

  She angles her head. Then rakes her fingers through my hair, holding my head in place, much as I am holding her back. “I want you to fuck me. Is that so difficult to understand?”

  “After what I just did to you, you must be sore.”

  “I am, but more than that, I want to feel it again. I want you inside me. I’ve never felt as alive as when you took me. When you shoved your dick all the
way inside me and made me come.”

  Her words slam into me with the force of a tsunami. My shoulders flex. “Be careful what you wish for.” I turn her over so she’s on her back, her body imprisoned by mine.

  I throw my thigh over her lower body to hold her in place.

  Her pupils dilate. Her lips turn up at the sides, and those silver eyes gleam.

  “You did it just to make me angry, knowing I’d want to prove you wrong…”

  “Or right as the case may be.” She juts her chin out.

  Lowering my head, I nip at that chin.

  She yelps. “What was that for?”

  “Punishment for playing with things you don’t know anything about.” I lick the skin I’ve bruised.

  “You mean teasing you?” Her eyes gleam.

  I bring my gaze to the wounds on her neck. They aren’t bleeding. But they still look ugly. “I hurt you and I am not sure how I’ll live with that.”

  “You can kiss it better.” She sniffs.

  A smirk twists my lips. I lower my mouth to the injury, then suck on it.

  She shivers. “Why did you do that?”

  “To soothe the inflammation.”

  I press little kisses up her neck to the corner of her lips. “You are so damn sexy; your mouth tastes so sweet.”

  “I want to do more than kiss you with it.”

  I narrow my gaze on her. “You’re a sucker for punishment.”

  “I’d rather suck on something else.” She trails her fingers down my belly to curl them around my dick.

  My cock throbs, and I thrust into her grasp.

  She tightens her hot fingers around my shaft. My balls grow heavy. My groin throbs with the need to be inside her again.

  A low moan bleeds out of her. The sugary scent of her arousal seeps into the air.

  “You really should not start something you can’t stop.”

  “Consider myself warned.”

  She bites on her lower lip, and fuck if I don’t feel that all the way to the tip of my dick.

  I grab the hand she’s shoved between us and pull that up and above her. Then swipe my other arm under her shoulders. Kneeling, I bring her up with me.