Obsessed

by Cheyenne McCray

  “Put your legs over my shoulders,” he ordered.

  She complied, her wings keeping her afloat as she spread her legs and moved her folds near his lips.

  To’en slid his hands under her buttocks and buried his face between her thighs. Anistana cried out at the delicious feel of his tongue upon her clit. Her wings continued to move, the sensitive skin of her back rippling with pleasure from the combination of To’en feasting on her and her hovering in the air.

  Lick your nipples, To’en said as he sucked on her clit.

  Anistana cupped her breasts, pushing them up high enough that she could reach them with a flick of her tongue. “Goddess,” she murmured at the erotic combination of To’en licking her folds, her wings beating as she sucked her own nipples.

  When she came, she clenched her thighs tight around To’en’s head and screamed. Her body bucked and shuddered as her orgasm wracked her body.

  To’en eased her legs from his shoulders and brought her close to him so that she slid along his length ’til they were face to face, her feet still above the ground. You are delicious, he told her in mind-speak as he kissed her.

  She liked tasting herself on his tongue, loved how it mingled with his own masculine flavor. It amazed her how happy she felt at this moment. Never had she thought she would experience true love and its powerful magic.

  A shimmer on the ground caught Anistana’s eye. Her mist swirled around it as she tried to determine what it was, but somehow her senses were blocked to it.

  “What is it?” To’en said as he released her.

  “A red gem.” She knelt in the grass and picked up the stone, which felt strangely warm to her fingers.

  To’en smiled. “The L’tiercel signet.”

  “Tierra,” Anistana said just as the gem shimmered in her hand…and dissolved into glittering gold dust.

  “Aradne,” they both whispered as the cloud of magical dust enveloped them.

  To’en’s eyes flared, his body trembling with the force of his arousal. His cock thrust up as he clenched his fist.

  “Inside me, now, To’en,” she insisted, her desires raging.

  “Between heartmates…” He could barely form a thought, so badly he wanted to thrust inside Anistana. “I cannot hold back much longer. Give me your decision.”

  “Aye, aradne always results in a child.” Anistana reached up and buried her hands in his long hair and drew him down to her. “I want a child with you, To’en.”

  His heart soared. “On your hands and knees,” he demanded. “I wish to enter you from behind.”

  Anistana obeyed, and with an untamed roar, To’en knelt behind her and thrust into her.

  “Yes!” Her wings snapped open and shut, feathering against his chest. “Fuck me with all you have.”

  Her channel gripped him tightly as he pounded into her, his balls slapping against her.

  Anistana met him with every thrust and ordered him to give her more. Deeper. Harder. More.

  When her thighs and wings began to tremble, To’en gripped her hips and held her still.

  “To’en.” She tried to move, but his hands imprisoned her.

  In the next moment his cock expanded.

  Anistana shrieked as the thickening of his cock pushed her over the edge, into a powerful climax.

  Even as her body vibrated he pumped his hips, fucking her with his beyond enormous cock. Orgasm after orgasm ripped through Anistana. She could hear nothing but blood rushing in her ears and the sound of her breathing. Could feel nothing but his enlarged cock thrusting in and out of her.

  When she thought she might die of too much pleasure, To’en roared with the force of his orgasm. His cock throbbed within her channel, causing another climax to take possession of her.

  Anistana could hardly think clearly with his cock lodged so deeply within her, pulsating in endless bursts.

  She whimpered when he withdrew from her, missing him at once.

  A rumble of satisfaction emanated from To’en’s chest as he lay upon the soft grass on his back and brought her with him so that she was lying on his chest.

  For the first time in her life, she wanted to rely on another being. Wanted to have him at her side to both lean on and support.

  “I never thought I needed anyone.” Anistana snuggled into the crook of his arm as he held her. “As Queen I believed that I had to be strong on my own, always.”

  “Together we shall be stronger than we are alone.”

  “’Tis so clear now.” She raised herself up so that she could look into his beautiful silver-blue eyes. “’Tis as though you opened my mind as well as my heart and soul.” She brought her hand to his face and brushed her thumb over his lips. “You complete me, To’en. I see that now.”

  He smiled. “As you complete me.”

  “I need you again.” Rising up on her knees, Anistana grabbed his thick cock and then came down slowly, sheathing him within her.

  To’en grasped her hips, his blue eyes glittering. “Ride me, ennené.”

  Starting off slow and easy, Anistana moved up and down on his cock. “You were right,” she murmured as she brought her palms to her breasts. “Our hearts have always known each other.”

  Slowly she fucked him, taking him deep and then flapping her wings and rising up again, then dropping back down onto his cock. He was so long. Filled her so deeply.

  This time they made love slow and easy, each pace measured and loving. They never took their eyes from each other, and this time they came together, as though their orgasms were one and the same.

  Anistana melted against To’en’s chest, his staff still pulsating inside her. Shivers rippled through her body as his heart pounded beneath her ear, loud and strong as her own. “We shall have a child together.” She smiled and kissed his chest. “I shall be a mother.”

  “Aye.” He gave a soft chuckle. “It seems your sister Tierra has found a way to thank you for the gift you gave her and Renn when you sent them to the dungeons of Phoenicia.”

  She rose up so that her face was above his and gave him a mischievous grin. “I suppose we should check all of our joining gifts carefully.”

  “Most likely.” To’en grinned and Anistana giggled.

  Her face was radiant, her eyes sparkling as she leaned forward and brushed her lips over his. “I love you, Overseer.”

  He smiled against her mouth. “And I love you, my Faerie Queen.”

  # # #

  Epilogue

  Evvan, the Devline Elvin Enforcer, scented the wind as he followed the trail of the Fae killer. The bastard’s stench lingered, along with the Faerie blood that stained his vicious hands.

  With the golden Elvin steed L’th’amir following close behind, Evvan threaded his way through the depths of Merth Darkling. His skilled and refined senses noted every bent twig, every indentation in the dark loam, and every nuance or change in the forest smells.

  L’th’amir’s hooves and Evvan’s boot-clad feet made not a sound as the pair worked their way through the treacherous forest. Lycidian dragons made Merth Darkling their home and did not take kindly to travelers of any race or being in their realm. The recent death of one of their kind at a Nordai’s hands had made them restless, edgy, and more dangerous than ever.

  The Enforcer had been tracking the Fae killer for nigh on three days now, and for the first time Evvan sensed the evil being was close. Rage flamed in Evvan’s gut for the Fae lives the murderer had taken, and he moved his hand to the hilt of his sword as though to strike out at the bastard in his thoughts.

  But Evvan also felt a deep fury with himself. He could not forgive himself for the Faerie Simoone’s death at the killer’s hands, just three days past. This, despite the fact that the Fae killer had been determined to be Voral, one of the most powerful dark Sorcerers in all of Dair’s recorded history. It had been Evvan’s responsibility to guard the Faeries of Astral and he had failed.

  He would not rest until he had avenged Simoone’s life.

  A sharp
and bitter wind lifted Evvan’s black hair, stirring it about his massive shoulders. With the wind came an unfamiliar fragrance and he inhaled deeply. Sweet as the perfume of jensai blooms, yet more exotic. And feminine heat, a primal scent that caused his blood to boil and his cock to buck beneath his breeches. Instinctively, by scent and sense, he knew this was a woman accustomed to fine things, a warm bath, and silken sheets.

  What in the goddesses’ names could such a fair woman be doing in Merth Darkling? Traveling unescorted, no less, in one of the most perilous places in all of Dair?

  A warning chill rolled over Evvan’s tanned skin. Following the woman’s perfume was a sinister stench…the deadly malodor of a lycidian dragon.

  Goddess damn! Nothing could sway Evvan from his tracking. Nothing…but an innocent about to meet a horrid death.

  Swift as the current in the Everlasting River, Evvan mounted L’th’amir and bolted through the forest toward the woman who faced certain peril…

  As though he was a man possessed.

  Possessed

  Prologue

  “Fuck.” Miznari whipped a thick blue penis out of her backpack a mischievous expression on her dark features. “I forgot to buy batteries for my vibrator.”

  Natalie choked on the gulp of wine she’d just swallowed. Merlot shot up her nose. Her throat burned and her eyes watered as she tried to hold back her laughter.

  “Put that thing away!” Kerry’s face turned as red as the checkered tablecloth. After a quick glance around the crowded Italian restaurant, she added, “Hurry, before someone sees it.”

  Natalie could only shake her head, her deep wine-red hair spilling over her shoulders as she dabbed her nose with a cloth napkin. Every time the three friends managed to get together, Miz would find some way to embarrass the hell out of Kerry. Earlier that morning, when Nat had flown to Virginia from her home in New York City, she’d wondered what Miz was going to come up with this time.

  “Don’t you like it?” Miz’s big brown eyes went wide, her face the picture of innocence as she extended the vibrator across the table toward Kerry. “See how realistic the rubber is? Feels like a cock. A good ten inches, and it even glows in the dark.”

  Kerry shrank away from the dildo, her hazel gaze narrowing behind the prim wire frames of her glasses. In her decidedly schoolteacher voice, she commanded, “Put that in your backpack, now.”

  “I’ve read your erotic romances, Ker.” Miz drew back, encircled the blue cock with her fingers and moved her hand up and down the penis from base to head. “You may dress like Miss Marple. Hell, you may even act like Miss Manners. But on the inside, sweetie, you’re Debbie Does Dallas.” She put the cock to her lips and swirled her tongue over the head. Miz was short and athletic with a sexy ass and hips like J-Lo. Her nipples were obviously hard, poking through the thin material of her blouse.

  “Miz Anderson,” Kerry hissed the ‘s’ like a snake on steroids. “Put that damn thing away before I shove it up your—your—”

  “Ass?” With a grin, Miz tucked the vibrator into her pack as she murmured in her throaty voice, “Now there’s a thought.”

  Pursing her lips, Kerry straightened the jacket of her brown herringbone suit over her ample figure. “You’re such a shit.”

  “Did our Miss Perry just say shit?” Miz turned her teasing brown gaze on Natalie. “Who’d’ve thunk it?”

  “You are a shit.” Natalie laughed and pushed away her half-eaten plate of manicotti. “But that’s why we love you,” she added as the waiter left the dinner bill and cleared the plates.

  Kerry dug in her obviously expensive Coach leather purse and pulled out her wallet. “Humph.”

  Smells of garlic bread and lasagna permeated the restaurant, along with the hum of voices, clinking of plates and Italian music in the background. Natalie absently rubbed the star tattoo that surrounded her bellybutton and the gold piercing. The tattoo she’d gotten after losing a dare to Miz in college, the piercing just because she’d felt like it. The tattoo was a unique star pattern that matched the birthmark behind her left earlobe.

  Natalie shifted in her seat, her jean skirt feeling a bit snug. It was Halloween night, and the three former college roommates had managed to squeeze in time for dinner before the “Out of this World” fantasy and sci-fi convention they were all attending that evening—the stupid convention Miz had coerced Natalie into patronizing. Miz was a cover artist and costume designer, actively involved with the convention. She insisted, on threat of public dildo use, that Nat participate in one of the exhibits Miz’s friend was running.

  “So, Nat.” Miz flipped her short dark hair out of her eyes. “Looking forward to tonight’s little experiment?”

  It was all Natalie could do to hold back a groan. “I don’t know how I let you talk me into these things.”

  “It’ll be a kick-ass night.” Miz grabbed the bottle of merlot and drained what little was left into her own glass. “From what Rod told me, this virtual reality machine is so realistic you’ll feel like you’re actually in a fantasy world. Like being in a fairytale.”

  “Fantasy. Riiiiight.” Natalie took a sip of her merlot, enjoying the warmth flowing down her throat. She’d need several bottles of wine before she started believing in fairytales. She returned the glass to the table and trailed her fingers up and down the stem. “The only fantasies I believe in are the ones I have when I’m riding the purple bunny.”

  “Bunny?” Kerry paused, a twenty-dollar bill in hand for the waiter, and glanced from Natalie to Miz. “What purple bunny and what does it have to do with fantasy?”

  “For writing romantic erotica, you sure are naïve.” Miz leaned forward, her small breasts pressed against the table. In a loud voice she said, “Nat’s talking about a vibrator that has little bunny ears. The ears stimulate the clit.”

  Kerry’s face went redder than her auburn hair as she tossed the twenty on the table and pushed out her chair. “It’s time to go.” She grabbed her leather briefcase and purse, stood, and raised her chin in the air. “I need to check in at the convention center and have time to go over my presentation.”

  “You know what you need to loosen up, Kerry?” Miz rifled through her backpack, dug out some cash and tossed it on top of the twenty. “You need a good fuck.”

  Sucking in her breath, Kerry clutched her briefcase to her chest. Her eyes darted to Natalie in an apparent plea for support.

  “She’s right.” Natalie plunked down her share of the bill and grabbed her jacket off the back of her chair. “You need to get laid.”

  With a resigned sigh, Kerry patted her severe bun and adjusted her glasses. “You may be right.”

  Miz cracked up with laughter and Natalie grinned.

  The women headed out of the restaurant to the nearby Williamsburg center that housed the “Out of this World” convention. It was a short walk, and Natalie enjoyed the feel of the crisp fall Virginia air against her cheeks and the cool breeze stirring her wine-red hair around her shoulders. A harvest moon, perfect for Halloween night, was just rising over the Atlantic.

  An eerie sensation trailed down Natalie’s spine. She shivered and slid her hands into the pockets of her jacket. If she had been the slightest bit superstitious, she would have turned around and headed straight back to her apartment in New York City and to that purple bunny waiting in her lingerie drawer.

  Chapter One

  Williamsburg, Virginia, Halloween night

  Natalie Capella’s gaze traveled the crowded convention center—big as a football field and packed with attendees dressed as fantasy characters. Lights pulsated, music throbbed, signs glittered and flashed, and there was lots of chatter, shouts, catcalls, and everything in between. The noise level was one thing, but all the people dressed up like gnomes, pixies, giants, and trolls were just plain ridiculous.

  Cripes. These people need to get a life.

  Miznari had just vanished into the throng on a mission to track down one of her design partners and Kerry had headed off
to prepare for her speech, leaving Natalie to search out the damn virtual reality exhibit she had agreed to patronize.

  With a resigned sigh, Natalie dropped off her purse and jacket at the convention center’s coat check booth and slipped the receipt into her skirt pocket. She could just make out the Virtual Fantasy World sign in the middle of the room. Nat worked her way past half a dozen dwarves, an assortment of wizards, a few net-winged fairies, and several elves with decidedly un-elvin pimples and leers.

  Disgusted by an ogre with a boob-shaped club, Nat slipped to the left and almost smashed into one of the fairies. The gorgeous brunette caught Natalie at her waist and smiled. White teeth flashed against skin so dark and beautiful it seemed to be made out of night sky and priceless ink. The fairy let Nat loose with a, “Be careful, sweetheart.”

  Nat’s heart pounded just a little faster. Damn. That dress is so sheer her nipples show, she thought as the woman turned back to her friends, revealing a stunning profile. Yep. Nipples. Dark burgundy, full, and erect.

  Forcing her attention back to her purpose, Nat brushed through the crowd without looking back at the brunette. The material of her short denim skirt felt good against her silk panty-covered ass. Her nipples hardened beneath the thin material of her blouse.

  She did need a good fuck, desperately. It had been far too long if she was feeling horny while walking through a room filled with people dressed up like they belonged on another world.

  Or in St. Jude’s mental ward.

  Natalie moved past a tall blonde elf who bore a striking resemblance to Legolas from Lord of the Rings. She could have sworn the man palmed her ass, but the elf was the picture of innocence when she tossed him a look over her shoulder.

  A smile curved her lips as she thought about grabbing the elf by his obviously fake pointed ears and riding him for all he was worth.

  Hell, Kerry might need to get laid to loosen up. Natalie just needed to get laid, period.