A single finger caught my lowered chin and stopped my retreat. “Will your kiss taste poisoned by your lies, princess?
I raised my gaze with his finger on my chin. He was no longer looking at me with icy judgement, and I suddenly wondered if he had wanted to get me away from the others for another reason. That crazy heat that rose between me and my Marks in a flash warmed my face under his sexy perusal, his blues touching on my eyes, cheeks and lips as if wondering which to taste first.
“Call a rose by a different name but it will still have thorns,” I warned him. My own body was recklessly softening against his hard stance as it betrayed me, curling towards him although all that touched between us was his finger on my chin.
“Make me bleed,” he said, ending the distance by grabbing my right hand and putting it on his chest. My clawed fingers flexed against the leather band crossing his pectorals to hold his loaded quiver on his back. He was re-armed and dangerous, but I had other weapons, too.
I grabbed him by the band and added my other hand to his waist and yanked him hard, pulling with my weight and his surprise to get him to stumble forward. Twisting, I took advantage of his loss of balance to flip us around and push him into the nearest tree trunk.
His back hit hard and halted our momentum so suddenly that I ended up smashed up against his chest. He had landed awkwardly, leaning at an angle with his feet still planted where I had turned him around and his knees bent slightly. His shoulders and upper back were pressed against the tree trunk with his quiver and bow squashed between them. The diagonal lowered him closer so his lips weren’t as unreachable as usual, but his greater height still put him enough above mine that I had to look up.
Vulnerability wasn’t shuttered fast enough from his stormy eyes as I stared at him. Kheelan looked like he wanted to shove me away and hold me so tight that neither of us could breathe. How ironic that he looked as conflicted as me about the spark between us when they had all acted like I was their special, fated female. I relished knowing I wasn’t the only one fighting this crazy lust, but I refused to make it easy on him.
“Just fucking kiss me,” I ordered.
The arrogance I was more used to smirked his lips. “Crawl up here and take it yourself,” he said. Neither of us was going to make it easier on the other one.
My own thick armour let me see that dare for what it really was and I let go of his waist to grab the top of his other shoulder and hopped right onto his lap. This time I was the one to eat up the faint flush that tinged his pale cheeks. I was practically straddling his hips, and as I lowered myself over him and kept watch that flush deepened and I came up against the hard evidence that he was as uncontrollably aroused as me.
He made a soft, breathy noise that couldn't quite be called a gasp. I took it as permission. He had invited me up here, after all. Licking my lips for moisture, I kissed him. I took his advice and let him have it as rough as the kisses the others had pressed onto me in the throes of passion, driving my teeth against his soft, kissable mouth as I let myself go.
He tasted a little sweet, like he had snuck a hidden treat in earlier and I had accidently found him out. A sweet tooth isn’t something I would have suspected of him. His jaw was scratchy against my hands as I let go of his shoulders and chest to cup his face. My tongue swept into his mouth as he groaned against my lips. I quickly sought and found his fangs, tracing over them while his own tongue tried to engage mine. I darted back out and smothered his mouth with more hard kisses, adding a little nibble here and there when he tried to stroke past my lips. This was me kissing him.
He found other ways to torment me. Hands cool with his magic cupped my ass as reverently as I had his face, learning my curves and giving me a squeeze when I bit his lower lip and gave it a good suck. He tried to tongue me again, one hand trailing icy prickles up my spine as he brought it up to the back of my head and held me from retreat.
I nipped his tongue, catching it a little on one of my fangs accidently and tasted blood. This time his groan was a deep, sexual thrum on my core and I moaned against his mouth rocking my hips against his arousal with my aching center.
The hand still on my ass gave me a sharp slap.
"Fuck," I said on an exhale, pulling off his mouth as the sting travelled to right where I was already getting wet and ready. "You're the one that told me to make you bleed," I reminded him.
"Do you need me to teach you how to kiss properly?" he said. His hand on the back of my head didn't give me time to respond, already pulling me down.
I twisted to avoid the kiss and got his lips at the corner of mine instead, then a wet, hot trail along my jaw that made me gasp and squirm against him, knowing he was inching closer to his Mark. I could feel it throbbing on my skin as he got closer.
Another smack on my ass drove me against him and forced another groan from his lips. I reached for his lowering head before it could get to more dangerous territory, the fingers of my right hand tangling with the tightly woven hair of his Fae braid. I tugged.
Blue eyes glittering with arousal and something darker met mine for a heart stopping moment, and then he fisted the hair at the back of my head and brought his mouth up against mine, leaning up and holding me from moving. There was no mistaking who was in control of the kiss this time, even if he was underneath me.
Kheelan's tongue was demanding. He made me open my mouth wide to take him deep as he explored everything I had to give, not letting me hide from him. The possession was so carnal with his thrusting forays that my toes curled and my body clenched as I ached for him to follow through on the promise in his kiss.
I sucked his tongue and nibbled it with my fangs, feeling each slick touch against my sharp teeth like a stroke between my legs. I had no idea that it was that sexual and wondered exactly what my own tentative touches to the fangs of my other Fae Marks had done to them. Did it feel arousing when they laid their Marks on me? I had the urge to sink my own fangs into Kheelan's skin to find out.
My fistful of Kheelan's braid had tightened without me even realizing it, tugging again as I tried to pull him back so I could explore his neck and lay my own marks now that the idea was in my head.
The thoughtless tug had immediate consequences, my ass gripped hard and Kheelan standing up. I wrapped my legs hastily around his hips and dropped my hands to his shoulders to hang on, but he wasn't letting me go, sucking my tongue back into his mouth and holding me firm in his embrace.
Our bodies flipped around so I was the one trapped against the tree. My new position gave Kheelan access to all my weak spots, his hand on my ass trailing up once more as he pinned me with his hips. Those cool, long fingers found their way up my shirt, shoving the material up much like I had pictured when Loren had held me in a similar position.
Fuck, his teeth on my breast. I needed it so bad. He knew how to make it hurt good, all the sensitive places to leave his bites and where I needed to be sucked and soothed after a good nip. I let go of his shoulders and grabbed my hoodie and t-shirt to yank it up higher.
Kheelan growled against my mouth before he realized what I was trying to do and finally broke off the kiss to quickly whip my tops off the rest of the way over my head and toss them somewhere I didn't see because his mouth was back on mine. Impatient hands yanked my bra cups down and found both my nipples at the same time, pinching as he thrust his tongue into my mouth.
My muffled moan got me a thrust of hips as well, and I reached down to hold on in encouragement, wrapping my clawed fingers around the tops of his adonis belt and digging into his flanks while I rolled my pelvis and rubbed up against him where I needed it most.
His mouth left mine with something harsh and Fae spoken against my neck as he quickly moved down my body. I felt him lick against his Mark, setting off more icy prickles that made me shiver under him. The teeth were next and I decided that the pleasure from being bitten might outweigh that from sinking my own fangs into him. I leaned my head back to facilitate his access and panted.
"
Lower," I ordered him, pushing my chest out. His fingers were still tormenting my nipples, rolling them and flicking with a little nail. I knew this was a prelude to what his mouth could do to my breasts.
"Princess, hasn't anyone told you that it's rude to order your Marks around?" he said, licking his bite on my neck. It did nothing to soothe the icy magic he left on my skin.
"Please suck on my fucking tits," I said.
His fingers found the back of my bra and undid the clasp as he swiped a lazy tongue over one nipple. I let go of his hips as he treated the other nipple to the same little lick and worked my bra off, pulling it over my arms held above my head. A nip to the plump underside of one breast distracted me as he tossed the bra and bound my wrists with cool magic.
I didn’t even notice until he let go so he could get his hands back on my breasts, pinching and rolling my nipples again and I couldn’t reach down to direct his head. I looked up and tugged hard at the white rope of magic tying my wrists to the overhead tree branch.
“Kheelan, you bastard,” I yelled in frustration. I had been willing. There was no need to tie me up for ravishment, too reminiscent of Aeric’s binding when I took Kheelan’s Mark.
Kheelan responded with a nip sharper than all the rest. “You already knew my ignominious origins and still kissed me, princess,” he said. Finally, his hot mouth engulfed one of my nipples and he sucked.
“I didn’t mean bastard like...” I broke off with a moan. He was tonguing my nipple as he sucked, and the scrape of his fangs seemed to find the most sensitive nerves. “This is a dick move,” I complained, writhing against his hold and the magical bonds.
“You need some pretty clamps for these luscious breasts,” he said, moving over to the next one. I demanded to be untied. “And maybe a gag as well,” he added before sucking my other nipple for the same hot torment. His fingers pinched and held the first nipple making me squirm again, but I didn’t ask him to stop. No, I might as well enjoy Kheelan’s mouth doing something other than pissing me off.
I dug my heels into his back and rocked against him. I wasn’t going to sit back and let him give it to me, I would take my pleasure. If he got his rocks off, too, then fine. The thing that pleased me the most was to drive him as crazy as he did me.
I wanted to tell him all the dirty, fucking thoughts in my head. Order him, tell him exactly how I needed it, seduce him onto his knees with that hot mouth buried between my legs and his tongue obedient to my every command.
I ground against him, climbing towards climax just thinking about it.
He had bitten and sucked my breasts while I fantasized, leaving me tender, swollen and marked by his possession. His head lifted from my chest as I rolled my hips and moaned, my eyes squeezed tight.
I was so damn close. He wasn’t stopping, right?
His lips brushed butterfly kisses over my eyelids. I pulled on my restraint, trying to wrap my hands around his shoulders and bring him in for a proper kiss.
“No,” Kheelan whispered against my nose as he dropped another kiss to the tip. “I can’t be distracted from what I’m supposed to be doing.”
My eyes flew open. “You can’t tie me up and leave me hanging,” I said. I tried to lock my ankles behind him but he was too big. The appeal of long legs was suddenly apparent.
“I need to dress you as befitting a princess,” he said, ignoring my desperate squirming.
He had been as hot for it as me before he got my hands off of him with the bonds. I liked Kheelan better a little uncontrolled. He wasn’t supposed to win the battle against the lust between us, but give into it like me. What the hell was holding Kheelan back from fucking my willing body when I had crawled over him and begged for it?
“I want an orgasm first,” I said, like I was asking for snack before dinner.
Kheelan pretended to be deaf.
What he didn’t know was I already figured out how to slip through these kind of knots.
“Didn’t you say I look like a mouse? That actually is my preferred disguise next to ne'er-do-well and completely forgettable,” I said, talking mindlessly while I concentrated on the feel of the magic securing my wrists. I had been called worse things than mouse. “I don’t need a new dress,” I muttered, feeling something burning against my wrist bonds. Hopefully, burning was as good as glowing.
Kheelan’s fingers found the button of my jeans and popped it open. I paused my vandalism of his bonds for a moment, wondering if I heard him wrong. I thought he said he was going to dress me? My libido had barely cooled, heating back up with his fingers so close to where I wanted him to touch me.
“You are dressed as a slave,” Kheelan coldly stated.
Was he really over it already? Impersonal fingers were unzipping my jeans without a single complaint about the sting of the metal. I might pop off if a breeze hit the crotch of my wet panties the right way and he was calmly baring me to his eyes. I didn’t know if it was his rigid control or if he really felt none of the desire burning me up.
“Loren could have dressed me up as Snow White to your dwarves, if that’s your kink, while he was playing with my glamour,” I protested. Kheelan started yanking my jeans off, squatting and letting my calves ride one of his shoulders while I looked down at him so perfectly positioned. “And he would have been a gentleman and let the lady go first if he was on his knees,” I added, blushing but holding Kheelan’s eyes as he looked up from his task to my face at that last comment.
I practically dared him to give me oral.
“I’m not on my knees,” Kheelan said, looking even stormier than usual for a moment. He blinked and it was gone. “Loren will be amused you think he’s a gentleman,” Kheelan added, and then he leaned forward and gave one of my bared upper thighs a nip and pulled back. This time I could see a teasing light in his eyes that was new. “Ladies usually seek Loren out for all the ungentlemanly things he’ll do to them,” Kheelan told me.
So Loren had also bragged. That reputation did have me curious.
“Then get me dolled up so I can go ravish Loren, or the other way around, I don’t care as long as-”
Kheelan grabbed my hips and shoved me back against the tree hard, dropping my legs to the ground so I could stand on my tip-toes. His mouth clamped onto my pussy over my underwear and I felt him try to swallow me whole, a hint of teeth and his tongue pushing against the wet lace barely hiding my aching clit. I screamed his name. Cool magic danced over my thighs and his tongue was licking my bare labia, thrusting towards his goal as he sucked and found my hidden clit.
Fuck, fuck, fuck. I rolled my head back and hips forward, riding the tongue that didn’t need any of my dirty suggestions to get me off. Kheelan’s hands found my jeans and worked them the rest of the way off my legs until he hit my boots and then there was another wash of cool magic, freeing me. He gave me a few long licks that spread wetness everywhere. His chin was scratchy, giving me the best burn as his mouth moved deeper, his hands opening my legs wider now that my jeans were off.
It was too fast, my whiplashed libido trying to get me to slow down before I went crashing over my climax, but between the tree and Kheelan’s mouth there was no backpedaling. I pleaded with soft moans and gasps, feeling breathless and helplessly pleasured as I writhed against his tongue.
He plunged a long finger into my pussy, making me squeeze my thighs at the sudden invasion as more nerves were brought into play and the wetness squished out to coat the back of my thighs and ass. He thumbed my clit against his tongue as he fingered my pussy from the inside and then his mouth took over, sucking my clit as I screamed his name again, feeling the barest scrape of teeth that sent me over the edge.
I was still gasping out my orgasm, muscles fluttering as I tried to ease off of the clenching hold I had on Kheelan's body, my legs somehow wrapped around his shoulders. The width of him kept me well spread, his head still between my thighs, lapping at my labia as my swollen clit throbbed with the memory of his rough pleasuring. I hung limply from the magic bonds, bo
dy spastically tugging as another aftershock of my climax gripped me, and then relaxing against my restraints.
If I hadn't been bound, I would have had my hands buried in Kheelan's hair, wrapping my fingers in his Fae braid and tugging him back up my body to cuddle while the afterglow left us both speechless.
Kheelan had other plans. He flicked his tongue over my sensitized clit, eliciting a half-gasping protest from me, then pulled his slickly coated fingers from my pussy only to slide them back to the rosebud of my arse. I remembered our morning conversation during a bowl of spicy ramen about that part of my anatomy too late, tightening up when his circling finger had already thrust determinedly and breached the entrance that had allowed barely the tip of anyone else's baby finger.
Bigger was not always better. My gasp this time turned into more of a screech and I scrambled to use my feet on his shoulders and push myself up out of reach. Kheelan grabbed one of my hips with his other hand to hold me still and I felt cool magic tingling all over my bottom and thighs, even my clit as he let the stinging nub go with a last suck.
He held me there with his finger in my arse and my orgasm coating his lips. I looked down to see eyes back to stormy, dark thunderclouds of emotion that I'm sure Kheelan would shut off if he knew I saw it in him.
"Was that gentlemanly enough for you, princess?"
"You are fingering the wrong part. Is it lack of skill or precision?" I muttered, wiggling on the finger my body was slowly learning to accept. The burn had been soothed by his cool magic.
"Don't you know where a princess gets buggered? I thought I would be a gentleman and prepare you."
I gasped again, floundering for a response. I'm sure I looked as much a fish out of water as the last time when Eloden had teased me about taking me this way.
"I think we need to work up to that kind of kinky stuff. Maybe, we could invest in some lube and toys. Small toys and none of that vibrating stuff," I said. My cheeks were flaming. Kheelan the strict was not the one with which I thought I would have this kind of conversation.
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