Obsessed

by Cheyenne McCray

  “I don’t suppose the crystal box itself was the gift,” Tierra muttered.

  “We shall open it together.” Renn placed his hand on the box and his eyes met Tierra’s.

  She laughed. “It’s probably nothing.”

  As though of one mind, they lifted the crystal lid.

  Tierra gasped as a fine golden mist blossomed from inside the box, a faint red glitter sparkling within the mist.

  “Esmere,” Renn murmured and Tierra nodded. To’en had told her of this powerful mist, although she had not yet learned to make it herself.

  Her nipples tightened, her core flooded and her body zinged with wild lust. The box began to shake in their hands, and a quick glance at Renn’s furiously hard cock told her he was as aroused as she was.

  They shoved the box on the table as one, and Renn in a fluid motion, he picked Tierra up and laid her on the bed.

  She had to have him, now. “Take me, Renn,” she cried as she wrapped her legs around his waist.

  Renn sheathed himself in Tierra’s quim, driving into her with raging intensity. His need for his woman had already been great, but with the esmere mist, it was uncontrollable. The rare mist allowed them to link their thoughts and bodies, allowed them to feel one another’s pleasures.

  Their minds blended together as he drove into her. I can feel what you feel, denai, he told her in thought, enjoying knowing how she felt to have his cock inside her.

  Yes! Tierra’s body was so sensitive to his every touch, his every thrust, he could feel how it drove her wild. Oh, gods this is incredible.

  Harder and harder Renn thrust into his heartmate. Their very souls converged and merged into one just as their bodies and thoughts did.

  Tierra screamed, the sound of her ecstasy a reflection of his own as his climax thundered through him. He felt every wave of Tierra’s orgasm, along with every throb of his own.

  As he again filled Tierra’s womb with his seed, the sudden knowledge came to him as to what the red glitter had been—as though Anistana had planted that knowledge and released it only when he achieved climax.

  He was not sure whether to laugh or groan.

  With their minds linked from the esmere, Tierra heard and felt Renn’s recognition of what Anistana had gifted them with on their joining day.

  Her mind still confused and dizzy with the esmere, she held Renn between her thighs and simply enjoyed the last of their orgasms. How it felt to Renn to come in her womb, mingled with her own intense climax.

  When their breathing had calmed, Renn rolled to his side and held Tierra close to him. She kept her body pressed tight to his, not wanting to let his cock out of her core, and looked up at him.

  Renn gave Tierra a crooked smile, and that alone was enough to melt any fury that had built up inside her over what her sister had done.

  “Anistana worked a very deep, very old magic, didn’t she?” Tierra asked as she pressed her palm to her husband’s muscled chest.

  He nodded. “You will have twins with full Fae as well as full Nordain powers.” Renn reached up and brushed a strand of hair out of her eyes. “But since the second born Faerie twin is always born without wings, that twin will have wings only in her Nordai form.”

  Tierra rolled her eyes and sighed. “Thanks to Anistana’s gift, I will have nothing but twins. Every time I conceive.”

  Renn smiled and pulled on the lock of red hair he had brushed aside. “And one will always be a redheaded female.”

  “A curse?” Tierra asked.

  “A blessing,” Renn replied. “If my daughters are anything like their mother, then most definitely a blessing.”

  A twinge of annoyance surged through Tierra at the thought of what her twin had done. Their relationship was sure to be long and difficult. Yet at the same time, Tierra felt a bit of worry, wondering what her twin was up to, and why. The Faerie Queen never did anything that would not benefit her and Astral directly.

  “I am pleased.” Renn cupped her face with his palm. “To know that I will have daughters as full of spirit and beauty as their mother…I could not ask for anything more.”

  Tierra smiled, feeling as though she could never be happier than she was at that moment. Her husband in her arms, her babes on the way. “Love me again,” she murmured.

  “Always, denai,” Renn replied as he again eased between her thighs and slid his cock inside her core. “Always.”

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  Epilogue

  To’en’s gaze followed the young Faerie Queen as she vanished from the battlefield—to all eyes but his. He saw her in her ethereal form, a whisper of a woman who moved with grace and beauty, her head high, even when she believed no one could see her.

  Only To’en noticed the slight slump of her wings, felt the deep ache in her heart.

  From the moment he had first seen the young Queen, To’en’s cock had stirred and a desire filled him that he had not known for centuries. This youngling of a mere twenty seasons intrigued him as no other woman had ever done.

  A fiery spirit, a sensuous nature and unrivaled beauty.

  A woman who needed love…and protection from other evils still afoot.

  A woman who needed to be tamed.

  To’en felt his lips curl in a feral smile, more wolf than human.

  He intended to be the man to master Anistana.

  Untamed

  Chapter One

  Cool forest breezes carried the cinnamon scent of bluewood and hynling sap to Anistana as she strolled through her realm. Leaves felt crisp and cool beneath her bare feet, but she made not a sound as she traveled in her ethereal form, more light than substance, and invisible to all creatures who might look her way.

  Her waist-length red tresses hung over her breasts, teasing her nipples with every step she took. The magical blue mist of Wilding Wood brushed her naked skin, caressing her clit…as she instructed it to do. Her nipples ached to feel hot wet mouths and her quim needed a cock most desperately. She had found none so pleasing as Jalen of the Seraphine Elves, or Renn of the Nordain—and each of those bastards had married other women.

  At the thought of the men who had rejected her, Anistana snapped her gossamer wings open and shut with the force of her irritation. Worse yet, Renn, the biggest bastard of them all, had married her twin sister.

  Anistana still cared for Jalen and Renn in the only manner she knew how. If she hadn’t, she wouldn’t have bothered saving their fine asses in the Battle for Dair.

  But as for true love…that was not part of her destiny. Anistana was Queen of Faerie, and her responsibilities were to her people first and foremost. Her heart did not enter the equation.

  She could not allow it to.

  A hint of a smile touched her lips at the thought of the wedding gift she had sent to Renn and Tierra—a gift of old magic to ensure her sister would bear, with every birth, female Faerie twins who commanded full magical powers. It would guarantee heirs to Anistana’s throne should the Fae killer succeed at murdering either Anistana or Tierra or both. Without a female ruler of their ancient bloodline, Faerie would not survive.

  Male Faeries were naught more than drones, with no desires beyond those of pleasure and self-gratification. They had grown weaker over the centuries, and had fled Astral for the Dryad Realm shortly after the Fae killer had slain Anistana’s mother, the former Faerie Queen.

  The bastard might slay me, but let us see if he can penetrate Sky Castle to kill my twin—or her many daughters to come.

  As the Queen had long suspected, the Battle for Dair’s outcome was bittersweet. One evil had been defeated for the good of all Dair with the Sorcerer’s demise.

  But an ancient evil had been released…evil that could destroy Astral, meaning the extinction of all of Faerie.

  Anistana’s wings quivered. The blue mist, an extension of her senses, instantly informed her that a being had entered Wilding Wood—from the direction she had just come from.

  A white wolf. Following me.

  Surely it was one of
the shape-shifting Overseers who often took the form of a wolf or raven above all other forms. One of the few beings whose true identities she could not detect by sense alone, so well did they mask their thoughts and feelings.

  Anistana turned to seek out the intruder, but came to an abrupt stop.

  The wolf.

  No matter that she should have been invisible to his eyes, he was staring directly at her. His white coat glowed in the golden light given off by nearby hynling tree sap. Around his paws the mist swirled, waiting for her command.

  Why have you entered my realm? Anistana asked in mind-speak as her wings slowly opened and closed, pushing the scent of lilies and roses toward the wolf—a scent she could easily use to put her prey into a deep sleep by adding a touch of magic. Have you come to play, Overseer?

  I have come for you, Anistana, returned a powerful voice that reverberated through her body and shot straight to her core.

  Anistana allowed herself to materialize, silver sparkles shimmering around her as she dropped her magic veil. She gave the Overseer a teasing look, one she often used before sending an offending male into the toxic Xardu Moors. “And what would you do with me if you had me?”

  The Overseer shifted from wolf to human form, his body elongating as he rose from the leaf-strewn forest floor to stand well above her petite height. When he had fully transformed into an impressive figure of a man, he gave her a sensual smile, and murmured, “I intend to make you mine.”

  Despite, or perhaps because of his arrogant reply, Anistana’s nipples hardened. Her folds grew wet at his possessive tone and the way his brilliant blue gaze roamed over her body. No man had ever been so brazen as to speak to her in such a manner, and she found it…intriguing.

  The man looked to be no more than thirty or forty seasons, but as an Overseer he could easily be hundreds of years old. He had a strong jaw, high cheekbones, and an ageless face with no sign of beard stubble. Wind stirred his long white hair around his massive shoulders, and the widow’s peak at his forehead made him even more handsome.

  His entire form was muscular perfection, his broad chest tapering down to narrow hips, and powerful thighs. He was as deliciously naked as she was…with a cock so large and thick it caused her mouth to water.

  Slowly she moved her gaze from the sight of his cock to the feral look upon his features. More wolf than man, this one. “And who might you be, to lay claim to me?” she asked in a bored tone, refusing to allow the Overseer to know that she found the mere sight of him incredibly arousing.

  His gaze never wavered from hers. “I am known as To’en.”

  Ah. I should have known. Anistana’s wings fluttered and carried her over the ground ’til she was but a hairsbreadth from the Overseer. She hovered so close that his male musk filled her senses like an aphrodisiac—making her want him with an intensity that would have alarmed her had she allowed it to. While she kept her gaze focused on his blue eyes, she reached between their bodies and wrapped her fingers around the thick girth of his cock.

  And a fine cock it was. Rigid with lust for her, but silky smooth over the hardness.

  “What finally brings you into my wood after all these years, To’en?” She moved her fingers up and down his length, watching his face for any sign that her touch had an effect on him. She was rewarded by a minuscule twitch along his jaw line. “Have you come to fuck a Faerie or two? Perhaps three at once?”

  In a movement so fast it almost took her breath away, To’en caught her upper arms with his large hands. “You belong only to me now, my beauty, my ennené. No other being shall touch you but me.”

  “Really?” Anistana contained the fury that threatened to engulf her at the man’s audacity. She never lost control. Ever. Instead she gave To’en a flirtatious smile and released his cock to ease her hands up his abdomen to his finely sculpted chest. “What makes you think you can please me?”

  His lips curled into a wolfish smile. “You have known no pleasure such as I can give you.”

  Anistana traced a circle around one of his flat nipples and gave a lazy flap of her wings. The man was the most arrogant being she had ever met.

  And he well deserved to be taught a lesson.

  As he held her soft shoulders in his palms, To’en’s desire for the Faerie Queen raged, stronger than it had from the moment he first saw her appear in the Battle for Dair. She had long hair that tumbled over her high, firm breasts and well past her buttocks. Her skin was flawless, her almond-shaped eyes like fine emeralds.

  He breathed in her lilies and roses scent, desiring to possess her in every way…to thrust his cock inside her core. To taste her nipples and her folds, to explore all of her with his mouth, tongue and hands.

  To possess her very heart and soul.

  To’en did not require his Seer’s senses to know Anistana resented his dominating words, despite her unconcerned façade. And without a doubt he knew he intrigued her at the same time.

  This was good. Very, very good.

  The Faerie Queen would fully respect no man who was not her equal in every way. To’en was certain she had not met any man with powers that could match or perhaps surpass her own.

  Until this very moment.

  To’en moved his hands down Anistana’s arms to her tiny waist, and then cupped her bare buttocks. He brought her petite body closer to his, pressing her along his length so that she might feel his cock against her belly. “You desire me. Do you deny it?” he murmured as he lowered his head and pressed his lips to her shell-like ear. “You wish to feast upon my cock and my seed. You desire me to fuck you,” he added as he lifted his head to study her beautiful face.

  Anistana giggled and rolled her eyes. “Any cock will do,” she replied, yet he detected the tremor of excitement that shimmered through her body and caused her wings to flutter.

  The knowledge that he was battering at her defenses excited him as only the thrill of the hunt could do.

  To’en brushed his lips whisper soft across her cheek to her mouth. He kept his eyes open, looking into her emerald gaze as his lips remained so close to hers he could taste her breath and feel it upon his mouth.

  An odd sensation curled in Anistana’s belly—one that she had never felt with any man before. She wished for him to kiss her, but the thought infuriated her at the same time. Why would she desire this arrogant man, no matter how large a cock he had?

  Keeping her expression neutral, she called to her magic, spinning threads of blue mist around To’en’s legs. It would feel like nothing but the caress of a breeze to him…until ’til it was too late.

  Anistana placed the flat of her palms against To’en’s chest and pushed herself away while giving a strong flap of her wings. As she broke from his grasp, the flare in his eyes told her she had surprised him.

  Before he had the opportunity to reach for her again, she spun the mist around him so quickly that he was encased in a blue cocoon.

  He wanted to fuck a Faerie, did he?

  Well, then. She knew exactly where to send the arrogant bastard.

  Chapter Two

  To’en smiled as the blue mist obscured his vision and he allowed Anistana to transport him into the heart of Astral, exactly as he had planned. The scent of lilies and roses grew stronger and he knew she was attempting to drug him into a deep sleep. From what he knew of the capricious young Queen, it was certain she had some devious plan in her lovely head.

  When the mist dissipated, To’en found himself standing in a garden.

  Surrounded by five gorgeous and quite naked Faeries.

  The women laughed and swarmed around him like so many colorful butterflies. Perfume of roses, jasmine, lilies and orchids filled the air, as though each Faerie was a delicately scented blossom. Blue mist swirled throughout the garden, where strange and fascinating plants abounded, including the mishnui trees that were known only to grow in Astral. Their silver leaves tinkled above him like hundreds of tiny bells.

  A particularly beautiful Faerie with amber eyes, ski
n like the night sky, and iridescent black wings, wrapped her fingers around his cock. “The Queen has sent us a new plaything,” she murmured. “And this one is awake.”

  To’en sighed. The little witch of a Faerie, Anistana, would pay for this prank…and he would make sure she enjoyed every minute of it.

  A blonde, violet-eyed Faerie giggled as she rubbed her nipples against his biceps. “An Overseer.” She moved her hand to his ass and squeezed the taut muscle. “I have heard they can fuck forever and never tire.”

  “Is that true?” asked a brunette with eyes a fascinating shade of aqua. “Will you be able to fuck us all as often as we please?”

  He gritted his teeth, doing his best to not allow the sensual touches of the Faeries to arouse him. “Where might I find your Queen?”

  “Above us.” The dark Faerie caressing his cock smiled and looked up at him from beneath her thick lashes. “She enjoys watching.”

  Anistana frowned from her perch above To’en. She was stretched out on the limb of a bluewood tree, its thick moss soft against her belly and naked mound, the branch wide enough for two to lay side-by-side. It was where she normally hid while she enjoyed watching the other Faeries fuck whatever man she had brought into their lair.

  But for some horribly odd reason, she found no pleasure in seeing her Faeries with their hands and mouths upon this pale god of a man.

  As though she was jealous. As though she wished to keep him for herself.

  Nay. Absurd. Anistana’s wings snapped open and shut as Elinni’s mouth neared To’en’s cock. The Faerie Queen usually enjoyed the sight of Elinni taking a man’s pale rod deep within her throat. The contrast of Elinni’s dark exotic looks against a man with fair skin had never failed to excite Anistana.

  Until this very moment.

  She clenched her teeth, fighting back a curse and the irrational desire to bind the lot of them with ropes of blue mist.