Stolen by the Fae

by Laxmi Hariharan

  His lips peel back, and his canines drop.

  Primal lust tightens my skin. My nails lengthen, and blood thunders at my temples. I thrust my pelvis up into him, but he’s already there. He sweeps his hand down my side to grip my hips. Then he shoves his big thighs between my legs, angles my hips up, and slams into me.

  A scream tears out of me. His throbbing arousal fills me to the brim. The walls of my channel clench around his hardness. His turgid dick stretches me until I am sure he is going to cleave me in half.

  It’s as if he’s pouring his life force into me, piercing me and making me his irrevocably. Every part of me flares to life. Every pore in my body opens up to him. My heart hammers, and warmth pools in my chest.

  He hovers over me, his biceps trembling as he holds up his weight over me. “The things I want to do to you, Gia.” His nostrils flare. Color rushes to his cheeks.

  “Promises, promises.” I curve my lips. And there it is—the proof that I have lost my mind. Clearly, I want to entice the beast in him.

  “You asked for it.” His jaw tightens.

  He holds my gaze then slides out slowly. The ribbed skin of his dick scrapes over my sensitive inner walls, and tendrils of heat crawl over my skin.

  He pulls out another millimeter.

  I can’t stop the whine that dribbles out of me. I sound like someone who is losing her mind, or perhaps for the first time, I am finding out exactly who I am. A female who wants to be taken and possessed, who doesn’t want to hold back anymore. His shoulders flex, and I swear it’s as if he knows my every single thought.

  “What are you waiting for?” The words are torn out of me.

  “Your complete submission.” His voice coils around me.

  “Wha…what do you mean?”

  My pussy clenches around his dick, betraying what I just said.

  “Oh, you know what I want, don’t you, acushla?”

  Yes. “No.” I shake my head.

  He yanks out of me then. All the way out.

  I am instantly empty. A moan wheezes out of my lips. The tip of his swollen shaft stays poised at my entrance.

  He hovers over me, balancing the weight of his upper body on his powerful arms.

  “I told you what I want from you already.” Blood rushes to my cheeks. My belly tautens. Everything inside me waits for him to take me, claim me, do with me as he wants.

  “It’s not enough.”

  “What do you mean?” I can read the intent in his eyes, yet I don’t want to accept it.

  “Show me how much you need me.” He slides back from the bed to stand.

  I feel his loss in every inch of my body. My belly trembles. I rise to my knees, as if unable to keep away. My gaze sweeps over his chest, down his concave stomach to where his shaft thrusts out toward me. The flesh glistens with our combined juices. The musky scent of our arousal is tinged with an electrical sweetness that I can almost taste.

  I slide forward, and he moves back. A low growl rips through me. He takes another step back, then another. His shaft stands up, the vein on its underside is prominent. He grips his dick, then drags his fingers to the base, gripping it, holding it up. “You want this, Starlight?”

  A keening sound catches in my throat. I can’t trust myself to speak. My brain feels like it’s lost the ability to piece words together.

  He squeezes his dick and a drop of precum trembles at the tip.

  My mouth waters.

  I swing my legs off the bed, and my feet hit the floor with a thud. The scent of his arousal deepens. Earthy, complex, it drives me a little out of my head. I can’t take my eyes off his dick. The way his groin tightens, his thigh muscles clench. He cups his balls, and my throat closes. I increase the speed of my steps. He moves back, all the way back until he’s almost at the door. Then widens his stance. Sweat trickles down my back. Moisture pools between my legs. My belly tautens. Fuck, I am losing my mind.

  He quirks one side of his lips. “Giving up so soon?”

  “No.” My heart races. Adrenaline spikes my blood. My ears lengthen, and blood thuds in my veins. The hair on my arms rises. I know he is going to teleport a second before the outline of his body begins to fade.

  I spring forward, closing the gap between us.

  That core of energy coiled tight behind my ribs unfolds. I draw on it, following the mating bond that leads to him. I pull the energy through me, letting it fill my veins, my cells, overflowing me. It consumes me, and I teleport after him.

  42

  Dante

  I teleport out of the room and into the grounds of the safe house. Near the spot where she'd tried to clamber over the wall, not too long ago. So I am greedy that way. I want her to realize that she is coming to me this time of her own volition. She still has a choice; if she wants to leave, I won't stop her. I'll probably not survive the trauma either. But this time there is no hiding what I feel for her. What we are to each other. This time when I take her there will be no holding back.

  The energy pours back into me, and my cells knit together.

  Even before I’ve fully formed back, the wind whistles over my skin, and I know she is moving toward me.

  Her hair streams behind her. Her lips are peeled back, and her canines drop. She is magnificent, my mate, and she is all mine. She moves so fast it seems like her feet almost don’t touch the ground. I stay where I am until she is almost upon me, only then do I turn and move.

  A low growl sounds behind me. I bend low, and she leaps over me, alighting just a few paces ahead.

  Her toes touch the ground, and then she swivels around to face me. Her skin glows; the energy pours off her in waves. Her breasts thrust out, and her belly firms.

  “Stop teasing me.” She lowers her voice, speaking in those slow subvocal tones that Faes often use with each other. Does she realize that she’s coming into her powers?

  “Who’s teasing?” I drum my fingers over my chest. “Come get me, little Starlight. If you do, your reward will be great. The kind you’ve only dreamed of.”

  “I don’t dream of you—”

  I drag my fingers over my chest, and her breath stutters. Her cheeks flush.

  “You were saying?”

  She lowers her head; her eyes glower. She brings her palm to the folds of her pussy and thrusts a finger into her channel.

  Holy fuck. A fierce wave of satisfaction heats my veins.

  My muscles bunch. I know then that I will not hold out much longer. She tears her finger from her cunt and brings it to her mouth. Before she can suck on it, I’ve teleported to her.

  A low cry spills from her lips.

  I close my mouth around her fingers. The taste of her fills me. My groin tightens. My erection grows impossibly hard. I move closer until my shaft digs into her lower belly. Her nipples graze my chest. Goosebumps rise on her skin and she sways toward me. I yank her up on her tiptoes, slam her to me, then close my mouth over hers. I plunge my tongue into her mouth, sucking on her tongue, letting her taste the combination of our essences. She moans low in her throat.

  I tear my mouth from hers. “I want to fuck your mouth, then your pussy, and then take your ass if you’ll let me. I want to screw you so hard that you shatter over and over again, acushla.”

  Her gaze widens, she raises her arms around my neck, but already I am moving away. A low scream follows me as I teleport a few meters away. “Come to me, Gia.”

  I turn to face her. Her chest rises and falls. Her cheeks glow. She leans forward. The air around her shimmers and the outline of her body fades only to reform as she flings herself at me. Her body slams into me with such force that I topple over onto my back. She wraps her arms around my neck and loops her ankles around my waist.

  “Gotcha.” Her breath sears my cheeks.

  I thrust my hips up so my hardness strums against her cunt. She moans, her eyelids fluttering down. The next second, I flip her over, so our positions are reversed, then, slide my hand under her neck to protect her from the hard ground. “Who
got whom, hmm?” I bend down and nip at her breast.

  Her head falls back.

  “Your nipples are so fucking perfect.” I swirl my tongue over her trembling flesh. Sliding my arm down to her thigh, I hook her leg over my forearm.

  She mewls, then her arm tightens around my neck, and she digs her nails in. The pain ripples down my spine. My dick throbs. The mating cord coiled against my rib cage twinges and pushes me to bury myself inside her.

  “You want me?”

  “Yes.” She pushes up her chin.

  “Show me then, show me how much you need me.” I curl my fingers around her neck, squeezing.

  Her gaze widens, and her cheeks flush. She bares her lips and her canines drop. “This much.” Rearing up, she yanks my head toward her; then buries her teeth in the crook between my neck and shoulder.

  The pain burns down my chest, sweeping straight to my groin. My dick throbs. I grab her arms and shove them above her head, holding her captive. Heat flushes my skin; my chest feels like it is about to burst. Blood rolls down my neck and plops on her chest.

  She licks the wound then drags her lips, smearing the rest over my skin, marking me, before she reaches up again. She sinks her teeth in my lower lip. That’s my undoing.

  A fire burns to life, heating my blood. My eyesight narrows and every part of me insists that I take her now. I draw back my hips then thrust into her soaking channel. It feels like I am coming home. A groan rips out of me. She hooks her other leg around my waist, then wriggles her pelvis. I slide in even deeper and extend inside her. She cries out, then clenches the walls of her pussy around my dick. The sensations fill me, and every part of me goes solid. I close my mouth over her lips, drawing from her at the same time that I thrust into her again and again. Shudders rack her body. Moisture flows out from her walls, embracing me, wrapping me in her essence. The mating cord throbs, then silver and blue sparks explode behind my eyes. She screams as she shatters. Only then do I push in, all the way in, knotting my shaft behind her pelvic walls.

  43

  Gia

  He slots into place, and the feeling is so intense. Like he’s filling me, consuming me whole. My entire body stretches. My ears pull back. Another climax builds up from my toes, sweeping over my thighs, to clench around my pussy. I flex my inner walls, gripping him even harder.

  A low moan rocks my chest. My heart swells. The mating cord trembles.

  Heat floods our connection, and that’s when he comes. His muscles tense, his flanks clench, then hot streams of liquid heat stream from him, bathing my insides. His tongue dances with mine, swiping over my canines. Trembling sensations radiate from his touch, arrowing down to my chest. At the same time, his knot pulses deep inside, setting off another wave of intense sensations that pour over me.

  Something unravels deep inside me.

  I thrust myself up at him, trying to touch as much of his skin with mine as I can. Aching to get under his skin, burrowing into him. He seems to understand my feelings, for he gathers me even closer, lowering his weight onto me, pressing my body into the rough ground.

  His hard planes dig into my chest, while the mud and grass under me scrape the tender skin of my back. A hot rush of need twists my belly. That’s when I shatter.

  When the roaring in my head finally subsides, I find myself curled up on his chest. “Telekinetic energy again?” I pulse the thought at him.

  His gaze widens. The blue in them blazes at me.

  “You spoke to me through the mating bond. Do you realize how hot that is, acushla? And nope, you were out for a good few minutes.” He skims his fingertips over my jawline. “Enough time for me to flip positions.”

  “Hmm.” I yawn against his chest. “So now that I am Fae, conversing with you via thought impulses is a fringe benefit, eh?”

  “Among other things.” He smirks.

  I bite the inside of my cheek. “You mean your extra-long, beautiful dick?”

  “…Not only.”

  Those gorgeous lips curl up; and, of course, a low burn ignites in my belly. I don’t push it away; I revel in the sensations which flutter over my skin.

  “I admit I do feel well and truly fucked.” My cheeks flush. I didn't just say that, did I?

  A growl rumbles up his torso. The vibrations sink into me, snaking around me, anchoring me to him.

  I know I am taking all this very lightly. It’s not every day a human discovers that she can freaking communicate on the psychic plane, but then not every human is mated to a Fae, nor transformed into one herself.

  “Sleep now. I have you, acushla.” His voice drifts over me.

  My eyelids drift down, even as a curl of contentment floods the mating bond. When I come awake next, it's dark. Every part of me throbs, hums with contentment. Below that is this buzz of energy that radiates out from my core. Where he’s still knotted inside me. The mating cord drums in my chest. “So this is why you made me chase you, so I could be tethered to you on so many levels?”

  He folds his arm behind his neck. His biceps bulge. “You don’t seem angry?” His voice is cautious.

  “I should be.” I rest my chin on his chest.

  “But you are not.” He narrows his gaze at me.

  I shake the hair out of my eyes. “I admit, it feels manipulated. You seduced me, Dante. You held back the best parts of you, made me come to you, made me yearn for you.”

  “Ah! But you also got to enjoy the fruits of our struggle, didn’t you, Starlight?” He flexes his dick inside me.

  I can’t stop the groan that wells up my throat. “Bastard,” I say without heat.

  “But I am your bastard.” He tilts his head then winces.

  My gaze falls to the wound at the curve of his neck. “Does it hurt?” I am more curious than anything else. I should feel angry, upset that he’d made me act in a way that is so different from anything I have done before, yet all I feel is a relief that I don’t have to hide again.

  He bares his teeth; his canines are still visible. “Hurt? It’s a fucking turn-on. Every jolt of pain, every trickle of blood is a mark of your possession, and I wear it with pride. I want the world to see it. I want everyone to know I am yours just as you are—”

  “—mine.” I push back on his chest then straddle him.

  The movement chafes my channel against his dick which throbs. A ripple of pleasure streaks down my spine.

  The skin across his cheeks stretches. “When I first saw you, I knew I had to break you.” His throat moves as he swallows.

  “Oh?” I squeeze my inner walls around the girth of his dick. “And now?”

  “Now I realize I’d been staring into the face of my own ruin all along.” One side of his lips quirks. The skin around his eyes crinkles. To say that is a smile that reaches his eyes would be an exaggeration. But there’s no mistaking the emotions that swirl in them. The mating cord thrums. A dense cloud of heat floods the bond. It slams into me at the same time his dick hardens, even more, filling me, pushing up into me, thrusting into me. I can’t stop the pool of moisture that dribbles out of my cunt. “Fuck.” My eyelids flutter down, drowning out all other sensation, fading out the room around us. How did we get back inside the room, when we’d been outside earlier?

  A minor detail, and one that doesn’t matter.

  Nothing matters, nothing except the hardness that throbs between my legs. The rough hands which grasp my hips, the callused pads of the fingers that dig into my curves, the piston-like movement of his narrow flanks that pump his dick higher, still higher into me, piercing me, taking over my pussy, slamming into my wet channel, until all I am is a messy, melting pool of emotions shattering, coming apart again over him. On him.

  “Gia, you are so fucking beautiful, you know that?”

  The fierceness in his voice tugs at my nerves. A chuckle bubbles up my throat. “You should talk.”

  He propels his hips up; his cock shoves up and into me. The firm flesh extends out and hooks into place behind my pelvis. “Dante.” His name i
s torn from my lips.

  “Yeah, that’s me, acushla, your mate. I am your slave, chained to your body, your cunt, your soul.” His voice hitches. “I haven’t always been straight with you, about what mating with a Fae actually means.”

  A chuckle spills from my lips. “You mean just the part where your dick not only extends inside, spearing me almost in half but where it hooks inside me, locking on to that secret inner core, the part I didn’t even know existed?”

  His lips firm, “I waited until your transformation to being Fae was complete before I knotted you. I held back until I knew you could ride the pain and withstand the pleasure.” A vein throbs at his temple. “Until I knew there was no way I could let you go.”

  “You tricked me.” There is a lightness in my chest. “You seduced me until I had no choice but to follow you all the way.” Adrenaline laces my blood. I know what I have to do next.

  “Desperate times and all that.” He lowers his chin and pulls it back against his neck. “Not going to apologize for that, Starlight.”

  I drop my palms over his thick forearms. My nails slide out, and I hook them into his skin for purchase, then wriggle my hips, just so, just enough to scoot forward a millimeter, enough to take him in completely, for his balls to slap against my pussy.

  A groan rumbles out of him.

  My belly clenches. More moisture oozes from my core, and I clench my walls around him, squeezing, holding on, milking him. “Never letting you go, Fae, and not apologizing for that either.”

  He chuckles. The sound is so male, so rich…so carefree almost. It’s so not what I thought I’d ever hear from him that my throat closes.

  His gaze locks with mine.

  Those blue eyes swirl with humor, with lust, heat, love… “Wow.” I gulp. “I was wrong about you all along.”

  His eyebrows lower, but the smile still lingers around those gorgeous lips. “Explain.”

  It’s a command all right, but it lacks bite. Oh! This mate of mine will never cease to be dominant. Every inch of him is an alpha-hole, one who will never give an inch…except I know how to take. I always have. And especially with him.