by Arianna Skye
Cerne turned his gaze to Rhiannon. She brushed a tear from her cheek and stood, then walked over to the king and queen and kissed both their cheeks. “I’ll come by tomorrow morning
so we can get better acquainted.”
Titania brushed a finger down Rhiannon’s cheek. “I’ll miss you.”
“And I you.” Rhiannon wrapped an arm around Oberon. “Let me know if her condition worsens.”
Oberon nodded and leaned in to kiss her cheek. “You’ll be the first we notify, daughter dear.” Oberon snapped his fingers and both he and her mother disappeared into the violet mists.
Cerne turned to Rhiannon. “I’m proud of you.” His voice was strained, but he meant every word. She was extraordinary.
Rhiannon nodded and, to his utter surprise, flung herself in his arms. “Thank you,” she breathed. “You don’t know how much I appreciate you standing by me.” Cerne shrugged, trying to remain indifferent. “I’m your consort. I’m required to.” At least that’s what he would keep telling her—and himself.
Rhiannon sighed and pulled away, gently brushing a dark chunk of hair from his cheek.
“You confuse me.”
As do you. “What’s so confusing, Princess?” Rhiannon punched his shoulder. “Well, for one, you call me by words normally reserved for a lover.” She bit her lip. “Second, you draw away from me as if I have a disease. Third, you give me searing glances when you don’t think I’m looking. You make me catch my breath whenever you’re around. Even in the presence of my parents, you manage to turn me on.” She clenched her fists. “I’ve never seen so many mixed emotions, but I refuse to open the mind link. I think I owe you some bit of privacy.”
Cerne looked around the room. Radan, Maeve, and the other elders were starting to look with curious gazes. Windstorm glowered. “The elders are staring.” Rhiannon threw her arms up in apparent exasperation. “You know what? Let them.” She wrapped her arms about Cerne’s neck and fisted his hair. With a strength he’d never known a woman to possess, she pulled his face to hers.
Usually being the one in charge, Cerne had no idea how to handle Rhiannon’s soft lips crashing to his. On sheer instinct, he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her body closer to his. Her lips, hot and needy and hungry, devoured him. He swirled amongst a tidal wave of honey, elderberries and heather along with the intoxicating scent of lavender and vanilla.
His heart thundered as the blood pumped to his now engorged cock.
She sucked and nibbled at his lips. Her fingers dug into his hair while she rubbed her breasts against the ridges of his chest. Good Lord, he was mad with desire. He would give her no more than this kiss, though. She’d been under stress and that was it. He would not take advantage of her. Not when they had a battle to fight.
Briefly, she pulled away to look up at him. “Why do you fight this?” She traced her fingertip against the broad expanse of his chest.
“Now isn’t the time, Rhiannon.” He wrenched away from her. Did she not realize it was the excess energy from the evening causing her to act in such a manner? “You’ve had an exciting night. I’ll not take advantage of it.”
With all the strength he could muster, he strode toward the door.
“Lord Silverwing!” Maeve called. “Wait.”
Without another sidelong or backward glance he threw open the doors. “I’m retiring for the evening, as the princess should as well. We have a busy day ahead of us.” He slammed the door behind him with an ominous thud and proceeded down the hall back to his chamber and the comfort of a cold bath.
~*~*~
“Just great! Just bloody great.” Rhiannon paced the large chamber. “I thought he wanted me.” Lord knew she wanted him. Every day, her need for him grew stronger. This was bordering on insane.
Maeve gave her an assuring smile. “He does! More than you realize. But he’s honorable.
Perhaps we should take this conversation back to your bedchamber?” Belenus came up behind Maeve and wrapped his arms around his life-mate. “How about our bedchamber?”
Maeve placed a small peck on Belenus’s cheek. “As soon as I’m done with the princess.”
“I’ll be waiting, my love.” He snapped his finger and vanished in a puff of blue smoke.
“Everyone!” Maeve motioned to the remaining elders. “The princess wishes to retire to her chambers. I have some matters to discuss with her. I request the High Councilman’s leave.” Windstorm snorted. “How like a woman to leave when things need to be attended to!” Both Maeve and High Councilman Evenspring gave him a disapproving glare.
Radan Evenspring was the first to speak out. “The poor girl has had a trying day. Meeting her parents, saving her mother, being called to lead the White Faerie armies. Show your princess some respect.”
“Thank you, Radan,” Maeve whispered.
Radan shrugged. “I do it for Queen Titania, only.”
“I’m sure you do. And I won’t leave until Windstorm offers his allegiance to Rhiannon.” Maeve crossed her arms and glared at General Windstorm.
Windstorm huffed, irritation creasing his brow. “I swear fealty to you as a princess, but I have yet to see your performance on the battlefield. Until then, I won’t allow you to command me.”
“Fair enough. It’s a deal.” Rhiannon reached out and offered Windstorm her hand.
With a begrudging snort, he took her hand in his and shook it. “I’ll be watching you, Princess.”
“You won’t be disappointed, General.”
“I certainly hope not.” He turned away and strode back toward Evenspring.
“Well, I guess that’s better than nothing,” Rhiannon muttered. “Let’s go.” Maeve nodded. She snapped her fingers, returning them to the confines of Rhiannon’s personal quarters.
With a sigh, Rhiannon dropped her exquisite gown to the floor and strode to her bed. She grabbed the flimsy peach negligee that sat on the satiny surface and pulled it on over her body.
“I made my decision before I met the Queen. Does Cerne not understand that?” Rhiannon flung herself onto the bed and beat the pillows with her fists. Pent-up frustration—emotional as well as sexual—was making her crazy.
Maeve chuckled. “He’s a man. Their thought processes do not work the same.” Rhiannon shook her head. “Why do men have to be the same here as they are on Earth?
Jeez! You’d think the otherworld would change them!” Maeve smirked. “Do you know how long I needed to tame Bel?”
“How long?”
“Does he seem tamed to you?”
Rhiannon raised an eyebrow. “Well, he seems pretty compliant.”
“In matters of politics, yes, but in the bedchamber he wants to be in charge. It’s the faerie
way.”
Oh, so she was supposed to sit around and wait for him to make the first move? She didn’t think so. “Well, I’m a take charge sort of girl.” She really didn’t know why she was so adamant about fucking him right now. She’d been a virgin for all her life. What was another two or three weeks? “What’s gotten into me?”
“The faerie fire,” Maeve said. “Sex increases our powers and our energy, especially in times of battle. It’s only natural for you to want to join with your life-mate.” Sure, that was a logical reason as any. She wouldn’t let Maeve know she’d planned on screwing him long before she learned she’d have to lead an army.
“Well, I guess I’ll have to persuade him.”
Maeve threw her head back and laughed. “Be my guest.”
“What about the faerie massage lesson?” Rhiannon asked, her lips curving into a bright smile.
“More pressing things have come up, I’m afraid. Cerne will have to give you private instruction.” Maeve winked. “I guarantee he’s a most knowledgeable instructor. Have a fun evening, Your Highness.” She snapped her finger. With a flash of green light, she vanished.
Now the chore at hand for Rhiannon was how to get Cerne in her bed.
Chapter Thirteen
; Cerne sat back on his chaise staring at the tiles on the ceiling. He’d tried counting them, but lost count at five hundred and seventy-three. He glanced down at his raging erection. There was no hope for him. He’d have a problem with his cock forever.
He reached down to loosen the laces of his breeches, wishing he had the willpower to keep his mind from wandering to Rhiannon. Gods, how he wanted her. Gods, how he wanted to respect her wishes and wait. Gods, how he was tempted to sink into her right then and there in the Queen’s grand chamber. Fie on the elders. They would’ve enjoyed the show, anyway.
He felt her connection. What in the Gods’ names was she doing?
Cerne. He heard whispering in his mind. I need you.
Terrific. Now he was imagining she was mind-talking with him.
Mo cridhe. I’ve needed you since the day we met. I won’t take you until you’re ready. He trusted the connection was real and not his imagination.
I’m more than ready. My pussy is wet and ready for you. I need more than my fingers to get me off. I need you, leannan . Trobhad, mo cridhe. It’s a royal request. Rhiannon sighed .
He felt himself pulse and grew harder, imagining her fingering herself. “Please stop this, before it’s too late.”
She appeared to him in a flash of violet light, wearing not a stitch of clothing. “I can’t stop, because it’s what I’ve wanted from the moment I met you that night in my bedroom.”
“You’re not thinking clearly,” Cerne replied. “I won’t be responsible for you breaking your vow.”
Rhiannon chuckled. “The vow was to wait until I found the right man.” Sashaying her hips, she approached the chaise. “And, I hate to tell you, honey, but you are that man.” She knelt down before him and further loosened the laces of his breeches. “Besides, we need our energy for the battle, do we not?” She wrapped her hand around his cock and squeezed.
“Well, at least someone here agrees with me.”
Cerne gasped. “Rhiannon, please.” Her other hand traveled inside and grabbed his life-sac.
“Please what?” she asked, emitting a husky breath along his neck. Her hand moved up and
down his shaft.
“Please let me take my breeches off.”
She raised a curious brow. “That can be arranged.” Smiling, she withdrew her hand.
Cerne sighed, missing the feel of her stroking him. The sooner he removed his breeches, the sooner her hand could return to his cock. The sooner he could thrust himself inside of her.
“I’ve never done it before, mo cridhe,” she said with wide eyes, as his breeches fell to the floor. “Teach me how to fuck.”
“Are you sure this is what you want?”
“Yes.” She ran her hands up his chest to remove his tunic.
“I need one thing from you,” he said, with a seductive smile. “Then I’ll teach you everything you’ve ever wanted to know.”
She narrowed her eyes in thought. “What is it you request?”
“Transport us back to your chamber,” he said with a wink. “The princess makes love in her chambers.”
“Well, why didn’t you say so?” She snapped her fingers. When the smoke cleared they stood in her chambers.
She reached for his tunic and lifted it up over his head, throwing it to the ground. “I love your body. Especially this,” she said, reaching for his hard cock. “It’s perfect. Just the right width and length, but not too long you’d impale me to death.” She wrapped her fingers back around him, squeezing and tugging.
“Oh, Gods,” he moaned. He couldn’t take much more of this. He needed her in the worst way imaginable. “You’re a very apt pupil, my dear.” He pulled her body against his, lifted her chin and claimed her lips. He sucked, nibbled and nipped. His tongue probed and prodded inside, dancing and swirling against her. Taking a firm breast into his hand, he traced along her nipple, squeezing it between his thumb and forefinger.
His other hand dipped lower, seeking out her moist heat. He plunged a finger into her hot tunnel.
Mewing against his lips, she moved her body with each of his finger thrusts.
“You like that?” he asked against her lips, inserting a second finger.
She moaned in reply, her body shuddering against him as her pussy clenched his fingers.
“Please,” she breathed out.
“Hmm, now who’s begging?” He lowered his mouth to her nipple and drew it in, licking and
sucking the delicious bud.
Her hand continued to slide up and down his cock, and it took all his willpower not to bend her over and have his way with her right then and there. It was her first time, and it needed to be slow and savored. He pulled her hand from his cock. She whimpered softly.
“Shh,” he whispered. “Your hand will be back there soon enough.” He lifted her into his arms, carried her to the large bed, sat her down and in one gentle moment climbed in next to her.
“Lie down, mo cridhe. I wish to worship your body.” He gave her a wicked smile. “With my tongue.”
Like an obedient servant, she lay down. Her body glistened in the warm glow of the candlelight and her green eyes flickered. “Now worship me, consort.” Cerne tsked, wagging his finger back and forth. “Who’s in charge here, leannan? ” Rhiannon whimpered. “You,” she replied weakly.
“Good. Now lay back like a sweet little princess.” Cerne lay down next to her and moved his hand back to her breast, tweaking the nipple between two fingers.
“I’ve never been with a maighdean before,” he whispered in her ear, tracing his tongue against the lobe.
Her breath caught. “I might be a virgin, but I’m not inexperienced.” Cerne chuckled, remembering the inadequate excuse of a sex toy she planned on using the night he’d come to her. “Trust me, mo cridhe, you haven’t experienced the height of sexual pleasure, especially with those things humans try to pass off as pleasure toys.”
“Well, for humans they seem to work.” Rhiannon shrugged. “I often wondered why mine always seemed to burn out after two or three uses. The people at the Garden of Eden must’ve thought I was a sex fiend.”
“Garden of Eden?” Cerne furrowed his brow.
“The adult store I used to frequent.” She blushed. “And when I say frequent, I mean frequent. Charlie and Butch, the store owners, knew me on a first name basis.”
“Interesting, I think. But now isn’t the time to talk.” He pulled her to him, pressing the firm nubs of her nipples against his chest. He traced his tongue against her ruby lips, prodding her mouth open. Her tongue met his in a delicious duel while he drank in her taste. He traced his hands up and down her thighs, enjoying the contours of her curves.
“Gods, I love your body,” he murmured against her lips. His erection pressed hard and full
against her.
“Can I touch you some more?” Her wide-eyed innocent expression contrasted with the fiery spirit he knew her to possess.
Cerne grabbed Rhiannon’s hand, wanting nothing more than to feel her soft hand pumping his cock. He placed her hand around his erection and closed her fingers around its thick length.
Her hand glided up and down his cock with expert smoothness. Groaning, he rolled over and pulled her on top of him. Straddling him, she continued to move her hand up and down. He smiled, feeling her wet juices drip onto his thigh.
“You’re wet for me,” he breathed, massaging both her breasts. He twisted a nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Her gasp of pleasure sent more blood jetting to his already throbbing cock. He wasn’t sure how much more he could take.
His other hand shot down to the mat of curls that surrounded her sex as he pressed his finger against her clit, moving in slow deliberate circles.
“Faster,” she moaned. “Please.”
“No,” he murmured, wrapping his free arm about her waist and pulling her against him for another searing kiss. He lapped, nipped, and sucked every inch of her lips. He could not get enough of her sweet, honeyed taste. She moaned against his
lips while she struggled to stroke his cock.
Panting heavily, she pulled her mouth from his. “Please. I need to come, Cerne. Help me come. Fill me with that big cock of yours.”
Cerne struggled with the last bit of control. “Are you sure this is what you want?”
“Oh yeah, I want it,” she said, desire filling her beautiful emerald eyes. “And I want it now.” And that was his undoing.
~*~*~
In one fell swoop Cerne grabbed her and flipped her on her back. God, she loved the new acrobatic skills she’d acquired as a faerie. Kama Sutra and Tantra be damned.
He kissed her neck and nibbled along her collar bone, moving his mouth to her nipple. His other hand continued to ravish her clit and pussy.
“You don’t need to do this, mo cridhe,” he whispered. “I can stop.”
“If you stop—” she gasped as his fingers found her G-spot. Well, damn. It really did exist.
She threw her head back in pleasure as waves of more juices filled her. He rammed his fingers inside her harder and faster
“Oh, my fucking Gods!” she hissed.
“Do you want it? Do you want me?” he asked, in between thrusts.
What do you think? Rhiannon’s body wracked and writhed beneath him. Her pussy could give the Niagara Falls a run for its money. “Of...c...course I w...ant you.” Her breath caught with each ram of his fingers as her hips bucked beneath him. Her body tensed as the heat built up.
Was it really just his fingers giving her so much pleasure? “Fuck me, or I swear I’ll die from torture.”
He withdrew his fingers and she wanted to cry. What was he trying to do? Kill her with sex?
“What did you do that for?” she asked.
Licking his fingers, Cerne smiled. “How can I fuck you with my fingers still inside? I might be flexible, but I’m not quite that flexible—yet.” He lowered his body back down, pulling her arms above her head. “You can still change your mind.”