She did, and found herself smiling wickedly. What sort of fey was this, provoking her to sin?
“I think we had better return home,” Crom muttered as she felt herself explode around Thane’s fingers. Sagging against the squabs, Chastity took a shaking breath as Crom reached for his hat and placed it on his lap. “The hour grows late. And I fear that—”
The Seelie fears that the scent of your aroused quim is making him descend into madness. Your essence is enough to bring any man—mortal or fey—to his knees, and I, my sweet, am no different.
Half an hour later, the carriage was slowing before their town house. Thane was still with her, holding her. She felt him as if he were actually sitting there beside her. She felt comforted in his arms, as though she was cherished. A comforting warmth stole over her, and she realized now how much he had come to mean to her. In the beginning she had feared him, her attraction to him, she had warned him away. Tried everything in her power to keep him at arm’s length, yet he had braved her disapproval, withstood her pleas to leave her be, and instead pursued her. In the end, he had claimed not only her body, but her heart, as well.
Then let me take you away. The words were whispered in her mind. Let me take you to my court.
She barely hesitated in her answer. “Yes, take me to your dark court.”
Crom watched as the three women climbed the steps of the town house. He was losing. For the first time in his life he felt an uncontrollable rage begin to sweep through him. Fucking Unseelie bastard! Somehow Thane had found a way into the carriage. He smelled him. Felt the charge in the carriage as Chastity’s body heated, her arousal engulfing the still air. The bastard had been seducing her right beneath his nose and there wasn’t a damn thing he could do but watch, and grow hard as she came before his eyes.
She’d hid it remarkably well, but as a fey, he knew. His senses were keener than those of mortals and he had heard her blood rushing through her veins, the sound of her breathing increase, the way it panted between her lips. He smelled the honey seep from her body.
Damn it! He smashed the wall of the carriage with his balled fist. He would not lose her to the Unseelie swine. And that was exactly what was happening. Thane was going to take her to his court, and she would follow willingly. He couldn’t have that. Not only because he wanted Chastity in his bed, but because he couldn’t loose her as a virtue. He needed her if he was going to thwart his mother’s rule.
There was only one thing to be done, and that was to turn Chastity away from Thane. There was only one way to do that, reveal her true purpose on this earth. It would turn her from him, but then, he had an advantage over the Unseelie. He did not need Chastity’s willing acceptance. He could take her, fighting him all the way. Thane had no such luxury. It would be much more difficult for him to convince her to believe his sincerity once Crom had disclosed the purpose of Thane’s ardent pursuit.
Chastity was a female, and every female, no matter which species she belonged to, did not wish to be used—especially by a man she believed herself to be in love with.
Chastity’s love for his dark counterpart meant nothing to him. He did not need her love. Merely her body and the sons she would give him.
SEVENTEEN
SHE WAS ASLEEP. HE HAD WATCHED HER BATHE and brush her long hair out as she sat in her chemise at her dressing table. Lust had wanted to pick her up and carry her to the bed, sinking himself inside her. Thane had wanted to do the same. Ever since the carriage ride, when she had brought him along after using the perfume in the locket on her body, he had been consumed by the need to claim her.
Crom, that bastard, had leered at her the entire time, and Thane had been able to see inside his mind. See that the Seelie wanted her as badly—and in all the ways—that Thane did.
She was not safe. Not even after he claimed her would she be safe. For the fey were not dissuaded by things like that. Unlike their human counterparts, the fey were not put off by a woman’s experience. Frequently they shared their women, so Crom would not be put off the chase simply because Thane had been the one to take Chastity’s virginity.
No, the only way she would be truly safe from Crom and the Seelie Court was to come to his court. She had agreed, and he would not linger here, in the mortal realm. He could not risk the chance that she would change her mind.
Standing over her, watching her asleep, with her hand curled beneath her cheek, Thane knew it was the only way. Knew that tonight must be the night.
He knew he should lift her up and carry her away, but Lust was pummeling him relentlessly. One look at her and both fey and sin wanted her.
Pulling back the sheets, he revealed Chastity’s pale body in the moonlight. Breasts, round and full, rose and fell with deep breaths as she stirred in her sleep. She was waiting for him. And he could not resist the invitation of her naked body.
Hungrily his gaze raked over Chastity’s voluptuous curves, drinking in everything he had longed to see. There was enough moonlight to illuminate her body and the V between her thighs as she spread them for him. He cupped her breast, stroking her nipple and watching as it puckered beneath his thumb. Already painfully aroused, he felt himself swell further, and to relieve a fraction of the ache in his groin, he brushed his cock along her milky-white thigh. None of his suffering was abated, however, and he stroked himself along her smooth skin over and over, watching the tantalizing visual of his flesh atop hers.
She stirred and sighed, coming slowly awake while he fondled her breasts. His gaze slipped to her face and he watched her lips part when he pressed her breasts together. Damn, but he needed to feel those lips on his cock, sucking him in deep.
Raising himself to his knees, he nudged her thighs wider and kneeled between them, resting his weight on his hands. Pressing forward, he trailed his mouth between her breasts, down her belly where he circled her navel with his tongue. Gooseflesh erupted on her skin, fanning out along her midriff. She stretched then reached for him, clutching his hair in her fingers, the tips of her index fingers rubbing his ears. He groaned and brushed his cock against her thighs. Lust was screaming in his head, and his Dark Fey blood was turning black and dangerous.
“Thane,” she murmured, opening to him, accepting him. How easily she accepted what he was. But would she still be as accommodating when she discovered what lurked inside him?
Tonguing her belly again he listened for her sighs, felt her hips shift on the bed as she spread her thighs wide.
“Yes,” she encouraged, lifting her hips once more. She wanted him there, licking and caressing. And he wanted to taste her. Needed her on his tongue.
Slowly, he lowered his mouth to the curls that were damp. Spreading the soft folds, he raked his tongue up the length of her, waking her fully with his mouth. She was wet and writhing, her fingers curling in his hair while her hips moved in an intoxicating, erotic rhythm against his tongue that was searching and probing.
“Oh, yes…” She sighed, rubbing her sex against him. “Please,” she said with a keening cry as she tensed and tightened while he drew out her pleasure. But he stopped his ministrations just before she reached ecstasy. He wanted her wild for him, much more than this. And truth be told, Lust needed his pleasure, too.
Sliding along her body, he licked the valley of her breasts and slid his now-rampant erection between the full mounds. He showed her how to press her breasts together to increase his pleasure and he groaned, watching his cock slide between her breasts.
“Use your tongue and lick the tip of me.”
She did not protest or act afraid. Instead, her pink tongue crept out and licked him slowly, teasingly, so that he nudged his cock farther toward her mouth and her eyes widened with shock and perhaps excitement.
“How I’ve dreamed of this. The most intimate of acts a woman can do for a man.”
“Show me what you desire,” she whispered, meeting his gaze and flicking her tongue along his erection.
Needing no more encouragement, he moved away from her and brough
t her to her knees. Kneeling before her, his erection soaring in the air, he entwined his hand in her hair and motioned her forward so that her mouth was poised over the tip of him.
“I want to watch you on your knees before me.” And then she slipped the tip of him past her lips and put all of him in her mouth. “God, yes, take all of me.”
With gentle pressure of his hands in her hair, he guided her into a rhythm that was painstakingly slow and erotic. He told her how to suck him, how to bring the tip of his cock to her lips without letting him slide out of her mouth. He described how to build his passion slowly with tantalizing glimpses of her tongue curling around his shaft and her hand working the length of him as he watched.
She mastered the skill in minutes and soon he only need groan or fist his fingers in her hair for her to know what he liked.
As she worked her magic on him, he reached for her breasts and filled his hands with them, his fingers becoming more insistent as his desire escalated. Watching her loving him so thoroughly aroused him more than he thought possible. He’d always loved the sensation of a mouth on him, and no woman had so eagerly agreed to pleasure him in such a way as Chastity had. Already he was close to coming, and wanting to draw it out, he moved away from her, settling himself against the head-board and motioning for her to come to him.
When she crawled on her knees to him, he was already gripping his cock in his hand and stroking himself. Damn it all, she was working him up and he needed this release, this climax with her. With a soft purr, she lowered her mouth to his wet tip and he circled her lips with the head of his erection. Her eyelids fluttered closed as her tongue flicked out, as he teased her with his cock, and she moaned, as if she were savoring the taste of him. Slowly her tongue swirled around his shaft until he could not bear it. Pulling out of her mouth, he reached for her and brought her legs around his waist.
“Lean back on your hands and rest your feet on the bed.” Parting her thighs he stroked her swollen sex. As she leaned back, her quim was exposed, slick and wet and begging for his cock.
Taking his cock in hand, he rubbed it against her folds, teasing himself by watching and listening to Chastity’s escalating pants as he pleasured her. Her hips were rocking as well as her breasts, meeting him stroke for stroke.
Giving in to his desire, he brushed her opening and grinned as she looked up at him through a veil of hair. Teasing her, he traced her slit, watching her passion-glazed eyes widen.
“Please, do it…” She sighed, the sound husky and breathless. Nudging her hips forward, she forced the tip of him inside. She was scalding hot and drenched with arousal.
“What would you like me to do, Chastity?” he asked provocatively, slipping a fraction deeper inside her. She gasped and he watched her toss the hair from her face over her shoulder. He could now see all of her. Full breasts with pink nipples that were pebble hard and lush thighs that were open wide for him, waiting to accept his body.
He reached for her hips and brought her toward him. “Watch as I take you.” And only then, when he was assured that she watching him inch inside her, did he take her. Not in one swift movement, but in slow, straight strokes. When he was certain that he had aroused her enough, he looked up from their bodies and commanded that she look at him.
Chastity gasped, then moaned, feeling the unforgiving hardness of Thane slide into her body. Slowly, inexorably penetrating her. Stretching her. His breathing was harsh, short pants, almost groans escaping his lips as he filled her.
“Beautiful,” he whispered, straightening from her and cupping her bottom in his hands, his gaze trained on where their bodies were joined. He stroked her a few times, letting her stretch, allowing her to grow wetter around him, all the while watching as he filled her fully. Then he thrust into her, a steady rhythm that made her arch, made her cry out.
“Please,” she begged, starting to claw at his shoulders. She needed him. More of the pleasure, the fullness of him.
He growled, then said, “I want to take you from behind.”
Not giving her a chance to understand what he wanted, he turned her away from him and with a hand on her back he pressed against her, lowering her to the silk counterpane. The deep sound in his throat made her skin tingle and she didn’t know what to think. Her bottom was exposed, so was her sex, which was wet and glistening. His large palm was tracing and cupping her. And then she felt his erection slide between the cheeks of her bottom as he slipped into her, filling her so full she could only moan.
“Move against me,” he commanded, his fingers pressing into her hips. “Move and let me watch your body take me in.”
His body, hard and hot, engulfed her back, and his breathing changed, his voice grew deeper, darker. Yes, he said in a growl that washed through her. It was not completely Thane’s voice, but something else, something blended with his, but her body responded to it like a fire sweeping through brush. That voice engulfed her, consumed her until she was writhing, flinging her hips back to meet the thrust of Thane’s pelvis.
Yes, the voice whispered in her mind. More, give me more. Ah… He sighed as his fingers bit into her hips. Look at your cunt swallowing my cock.
She went molten then, her body completely his. His harsh breaths mixed with the creak of the bed, and all she could think about was how wonderfully thrilling it was to be with Thane in such a way. She had tasted him, reveled in the way he watched her. He desired her, she knew that now, for he could barely control his strokes.
No longer were they smooth and rhythmic, but short irregular stabs that made him groan and grab for her bottom as he impaled himself inside her.
He was wild in his passion and she could not regret anything they had done. She was no longer virtuous and chaste, and the freedom emboldened her. Her heart swelled, as her did her body. She was giving everything to him.
There was a deep growl, followed by the feel of his body plunging into hers as he forced her down to the bed and drove into her.
Then she felt him, trembling atop her as something hot and pulsing filled her core, warming her to every nerve and fiber of her being.
His voice was back to normal. The remnants of the darkness was still there, but less so. He was breathing hard as he gathered her in his arms.
“What a brute I was to take you like this. I really am just a monster, Chastity.”
“Don’t say that.”
He placed his face alongside her cheek and kissed her. “You don’t know what I am,” he whispered, “and I hope you never do.”
Early-morning fog hovered above the green fields. The sun was just rising, casting brilliant orange and pink above the trees. The fog would burn off soon, but not before he met with the queen.
Reining in his mount, Lennox slid from his black gelding and led the horse into the woods. He sensed the fey surrounding him, and he cursed whatever it was that made him so aware of the damn creatures.
“The Duke of Lennox.”
The womanly voice called to him from a group of trees. Narrowing his gaze, he searched fruitlessly through the dense shadows and leaves. And then by magic, she appeared, just as she had twenty-five years ago. Her beauty still breathtaking. Her figure arousing as she walked to him, the long silver flowing robes whispering over her curves, her long pale hair swishing behind her, cascading over her hips.
Aine hadn’t aged a day, and suddenly he felt conscious of the twenty-five years his face and body showed.
“We meet again.”
He was even more nervous now than back then, when she had first appeared to him. But then, he hadn’t been in league with both faery courts, and he hadn’t had four daughters to loose.
“My queen,” he murmured, bowing low before her.
“My, what pretty manners,” she said, her laughter tinkling off the trees. “You always were a flatterer, and if I were not ruined for the company of men, I would have removed you to my court and taken you as my lover.”
Swallowing hard, he willed his amorous blood to cool. The thought of ly
ing between her legs was still as pleasurable as it was two decades ago. As much as he desired to know the touch of a fey lover, he had more important things to think on—namely, discovering what he could do for the Unseelie.
Those unscrupulous bastards, he thought, they were the dangerous ones. Crom and his mother he could handle with a deft hand and court manners. But the Dark Fey were beyond that. They wanted his blood, and that of his girls.
The queen’s voice broke into his thoughts. “It is time to pay the tithe, Lennox.”
“Yes, it is.”
Head tilting, the queen studied him. “My son sensed reluctance in you, but I do not.”
“I accept your most generous gift, my queen, and as any gentleman of good breeding must do, I must now pay my debt of honor.”
“Indeed you must.”
He moistened his lips with his tongue. “And how shall I pay you, my queen.”
“With your daughters. All four of them. After all, it was our union that brought them into being.”
“Union?” he asked.
“My offer of a gift, and your acceptance. It was con summation enough for the creation of four virtues. Your greed and my magic planted the seed for four perfect souls to be created.”
He blanched, and the queen noticed. Laughing, she took amusement in his discomfort. “Harsh words, but true. Had you not needed something from me, I would not have found what I needed. Now, I want those girls.”
“I love them,” he blurted out, as if the queen cared or would be swayed by such feeling.
“I am not completely unmoved by your feelings. I will allow you to visit with them at my court. Your wife, if she can keep her mouth shut about our existence, may come, as well.”
“My girls,” he whispered, hating to think of them as pawns in the queen’s game. “What are they to you?”
“The key to a long-held hatred,” she replied. “I assume you’ve heard, I despise the Dark Fey, and as a consequence I cursed their court. Your daughters could be the key to their salvation. I won’t have that. They’re needed at my court.”
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