Kidnapped by the Fae: Paranormal Dark Fae Romance (Fae's Claim Book 5)

by Laxmi Hariharan

  How?"

  Make love to me.

  42

  Charley

  I straighten, survey his prone body. His beautiful chest stained with blood. Parts of his skin have been ripped out, exposing the flesh below. His pants are completely ruined. Parts of the cloth are burned off, exposing charred flesh below. I flinch. How do I do this? How can I touch him when, physically, his body is so hurt? I pull in my wings, focus on him. Only him. Close my eyes, reach out to him on the psychic plane.

  "Hawke?"

  "I'm here."

  I turn my head to find him walking toward me. His amber eyes glow with heat, with emotion. Straight nose, strong jaw, that dark sweep of lashes that frame amber eyes which can drill into my deepest, most private places.

  The skin at the edges of his mouth crinkles as if he senses my thoughts. His massive body fills my line of sight. I swallow. Drag my gaze down those sculpted planes.

  Layers upon layers of muscles, that coil and twist as he moves closer... Closer. Heat radiates off of his seething brawn, slams into my chest. I gasp, try to breathe. My lungs burn and my belly twists. Everything in me waits... Waits for him to take a step forward, another. I glance down and gasp.

  He's naked. Completely naked.

  Powerful thighs, corded calves that end in large feet, trimmed toenails. I raise my heavy eyelids to fixate on the throbbing muscle between his legs... And swallow. His massive cock juts up proudly from a thatch of dark hair. Veins crisscross up the side of his shaft. Liquid oozes from the slit on its angry head. Jesus. He hadn't been this large before, had he? Or had I never seen him full frontal? Never realized how thick his girth is? Had he fit that...that thing into me? How had I taken it? Wait? Is it because he's extended?

  Can he extend when he's not inside of me?

  His dick twitches. A dark, edgy, pheromone-filled scent spools off of him, sinks into my blood, settles in the hollow between my thighs. I shudder, my nipples pucker, and my sex clenches—yearning, wanting, needing to have him hold me down, and pound into me, turn me on my stomach, slap my butt and thrust into me, over and over, again until... I can't see. The image is so vivid, so real, sweat pops on my forehead. My head spins, and I realize I am standing when I almost lose my balance.

  He smirks. "Like what you see, little Ember?" His voice infiltrates my subconscious mind.

  I toss my hair over my shoulder, "Of course, I do. Not that it matters... I mean, this is all in my imagination, right?"

  "Hmm." He tilts his head. "I wouldn't be so sure."

  He pauses in front of me, so close that my entire being is surrounded by his presence, his strength, his unbeatable dominance, his unrelenting will that could slap me down, crush me, pummel me, until I am his shadow, a stain of my former self, something to cling to his feet, wrap myself around him, rub my skin over his, sink into him until we are one quivering mass of longing that belongs to neither, that owns each other.

  I twist my fingers together in front of me. "This is a dream, right?"

  "That why you're not wearing any clothes either?"

  Wait. What? I glance down at myself, and my jaw drops. He's right. I'm as naked as him. Slim legs, swollen pussy lips glistening. As I watch, a drop of moisture rolls down my inner thigh. My stomach clenches. My breathing grows ragged.

  I shouldn't be aroused; this is so wrong. Yet the evidence of how my body reacts to him is right there. Not that I could deny it. Ever. I tip my chin up, take a step forward. My breasts graze his hard chest. His dick nestles into the curve of my stomach. My thighs graze his as our toes kiss. I shiver. His chest expands and expands. I peer up into his eyes, as I palm his length.

  He groans. His nostrils flare. His dick throbs, overfills my hand. My sex throbs and my center whines. Damn it, how can I ache so much to have him inside of me?

  He grips my palm, squeezes down. His turgid cock thickens, pushes back as he draws our joined palms from root to head.

  His shoulders bunch and the tendons of his neck strain. So fucking hot. He releases my hand, only to cup my nape. His hold is heavy, a branding, a sigh of possessiveness. I pant and my mouth waters.

  I massage his length, then cup his balls. His entire body shudders. His jaw tics, his cheeks flush, and suddenly I want more, much more.

  I drop to my knees, close my mouth around the head of his dick.

  A growl rips from him, his hold on my neck tightening.

  "Do it." He glares at me, and my pussy clenches. I grip the root of his shaft, bob my head, take him in deeper. A gagging sensation rolls up, I pull back, breathe through my nose, then swipe my tongue up his girth.

  "Fuck." His fingers curl around the front of my neck.

  My head swims. I peer up at him. His amber eyes are fierce; in them, I see his question.

  I nod and he bares his teeth; his canines drop. He brings down his other hand, digs his fingers into my scalp, then begins to fuck my mouth. He yanks my head forward and his dick bumps the back of my throat

  Gah! My gaze widens, spit drools down my chin.

  "Fuck, I can feel my cock down your throat. Do you know what a turn on that is?"

  He pulls me back, then forward. His dick slides down my throat.

  I grip his thighs with both of my hands, hold on. He uses my mouth thoroughly, pulls me back and forth; his cock thickens, filling me, stretching me. More moisture slides between my legs. My breasts grow heavier; my nipples hurt. He flicks back his ears, glares at me. Peels back his lips and his canines glow white against his tanned skin. He's so different from me. Too different.

  His cock jerks and his balls draw up. His thigh muscles spasm, then he comes, shooting his cum down my throat. He comes for what seems like a long time. The hot liquid fills my mouth, overflows, splashes down my throat and my breasts.

  He pulls out, then drops to his knees, grips my shoulders and urges me down on my back, then plants himself between my legs. He brackets me in, with his elbows on either side of my body, then notches his erect dick at the opening of my channel. The blunt head nudges against my melting slit. I stutter.

  "Wait."

  He frowns.

  "You asked me to make love to you."

  "So?"

  "So you're taking the lead again."

  "Hmm."

  "Why don't you let me set the pace?"

  He glares at me, and my nerve-endings pop. I'll give him anything he wants... Anything... Except, this time, I'll hold my own. Dream or no dream. Whether this is on the psychic plane or in real life, just this once, I'm going to do it...as he commanded. "Let me," I plead. I cup his hard jaw, "Please?"

  He blinks, searches my features, then nods.

  The next second, the world tilts. I squeak and find that I am positioned over him, my thighs gripping his waist. He lowers his large palms to my hips.

  I flatten my palms on that hard, muscular chest to balance myself.

  "What are you waiting for?" His harsh growl abrades my skin.

  I scowl. "Don't try to threaten me into—"

  "What, making you fuck me?"

  You're more of a grouch in this strange weird dream that we're having, I grumble.

  Look around.

  I glance up, survey the white that greets me.

  Does it seem as if we are in a dream?

  Blinding white surrounds me. My eyes sting. We could be suspended in space or on the psychic plane. I frown, return his stare. Umm, yeah.

  Good, so you won't mind if I— He thrusts up his hips and his cock nudges against my slit. Pinpricks of pleasure radiate out from the point of contact.

  I huff, circle the base of his shaft with my fingers. I squeeze and the muscles of his groin jump.

  Huh?

  I lower myself onto him, until his cock penetrates my center. His entire body hardens and his shaft leaps forward. I want to hold on, I do, but damn the man, I can't resist him. I thrust down, at the same time as he propels his hips up.

  I impale myself as his cock slides in, all the way in. I shudder and
my pussy clamps down on his dick. Tendrils of heat ratchet up my spine. I grit my teeth; my eyes flutter shut. I squeeze my inner muscles and his cock throbs and thickens, spreading me. Too much, too full. My legs quiver. I draw in a breath, and his cock slips in further, stretching me. A trembling grips me. A cry boils up, spills from my lips.

  Jesus, fuck. His harsh voice brushes against my subconscious mind, Your cunt is fucking perfect.

  Apparently being in a dream does not deter you from using swear words.

  Not a dream.

  "What?" I mumble, all of my senses homing in on the point where we are connected—on how his cock owns me, how every ridge, every dip of his shaft is imprinted on my most intimate spaces; on how my chest hurts, how the ball of heat digs into my ribcage, the pulse steady; on how his heart beats thud-thud-thud. I snap my eyes open, to find that it's dark.

  I peer through the darkness at the edge of the clearing, and spot the trees in the distance. I'm definitely not in the dream anymore.

  I glance down to find Hawke staring at me, his jaw hard, his eyes...the amber and gold gleaming in the fading light. His big hands grip the curve of my waist. His chest heaves, the blood drying, and his wounds...? l lean closer to find they are fading.

  His dick thickens inside of me. I shudder, then glance between us.

  His pants—or what's left of them—are pulled down enough to allow his cock to spring free, his shaft that is embedded inside of me.

  "Hawke." I swallow. "You...you're alive?"

  "I never left."

  "I thought you were..." I can't bring myself to say the words.

  "It was touch and go there..." His voice softens. "You brought me back, acushla. Your love... Your beautiful heart, your gorgeous soul that I'll always treasure."

  "Acushla." I whisper. "You called me by the endearment that Fae reserve for their mates?"

  "Your mine, forever." He smiles... a glorious, stunningly sexy turning up of his lips that lights up his entire face.

  "Forever." My wings susurrate from where I've pulled them tight against my spine.

  I raise myself then sink down.

  A groan rumbles up his chest. The rough sound races up my spine. My scalp tingles, my toes curl...and... I need to ask him something else.

  "Hawke?"

  "Charley?"

  "I have a question." I squeeze my inner walls.

  He shudders, "Anything...anything for you."

  "You were naked in the dream."

  His lips twitch, "So?"

  "You're not now."

  "Neither are you."

  I glance down to find I'm wearing the remnants of his t-shirt and his boxers that, at some point, I’d pulled to the side. . Hell, I also have those six-inch shoes on. My head spins. "I don't understand."

  "I preferred us naked in the dream."

  "Oh."

  I bite down on my lower lip and his nostrils flare. "You're fucking hot, you know that Char?"

  He pumps forward and his shaft slides all the way in.

  I moan.

  He grips my waist, raises me, then pulls me down, pushing up with his pelvis at the same time. His dick thrusts up, hitting that spot deep inside. A whine spills from my lips; a fire ignites at the base of my spine. I lower my chin, grip his wide wrists, "Hawke?"

  "Ember?"

  "So it really was a dream?" I frown.

  His lips curl. "Not the fucking, sweetheart."

  My face heats. "The nakedness was not real, but your fucking me was?"

  "What do you think?"

  I frown. "I think you're purposely fucking with me right now."

  His dick throbs inside of me. I gasp.

  He laughs, "Damn, I love it when you talk dirty, and yeah, you're right."

  "About what?"

  "The fucking in the dream was all real. It happened then and you know what?"

  "What?" My chest rises and falls.

  "I'm going to fuck you again now."

  His cock extends.

  He thrusts his hips and his dick slides deep, penetrating me with such ferocity that I scream. His knot locks into place at the entrance to my channel. A trembling starts at my feet, sweeps up, grips my thighs, my hips.

  Something inside of me unfolds, blooms. The ball of heat inside expands, green flames reaching out to twine with his amber ones. The golden-green chord snaps into place, sinking deep, so deep that I know I will never be the same.

  "Hawke?"

  "Charley?"

  "I love you."

  43

  Hawke

  I watch my mate sleep—cheeks flushed, pink lips slightly parted. She's thrown off the covers and her limbs curve into the mattress. After she'd proclaimed her love, she'd leaned down and kissed me. I had flipped her on her back and proceeded to fuck her thoroughly. I had buried myself balls-deep inside of her, knotted her, come inside of her, filled her with my cum, painted her channel with my essence. I'd made sure she'd climaxed again.

  Then, with the last of my telekinetic energy, I had teleported her to my house. The front of the bungalow was a wreck...yet the bedroom had survived, almost intact. Guess there is a God?

  Of course, given my near-death experience... Well... Let's say I definitely believe in a power higher than me. How else could I have survived the ordeal in one piece, and with my mate in my arms?

  I'd taken her to my bed and she'd fallen asleep swaddled in my sheets. I had slept tangled with her for a few hours, then woken with the scent of her imprinted in my blood, the softness of her skin under my fingers, the feel of her curves melting into me. My dick had throbbed, my groin hardening. I'd almost bent over, positioned myself in between her legs and taken her again, but that would have woken her up.

  God knows, she needs her sleep. After what we've been through.... It is a miracle I am here. She'd accepted my mating bond, had anchored me to this plane. She'd saved my life. My mate. My beautiful, gorgeous woman, my fierce dragon shifter who has come into her own.

  I pause at the foot of the bed, peruse her features. She mumbles in her sleep. Sweat glistens on her upper lip. I frown. She isn't running a fever, is she? She wriggles her hips and her chest heaves. I place my hand on her head and she stills. A bead of sweat runs down her temples. I bend and lick it up. She sighs and her muscles relax. I lower my nose to her throat and sniff. The sweet scent of her arousal floods my senses. My groin throbs. I am instantly hard. I cup her breast and her nipple pebbles. She pushes her chest up and her curves thrust into my palms.

  A ball of emotion fills my chest. My beautiful little Ember. My mate. I nibble little kisses up her throat, then press my mouth to hers. She moans, parts her lips. I tangle my tongue with hers, and she trembles. Her chest heaves; the sugary scent of her arousal deepens. If I thrust my palm between her legs, bet I'll find her wet and ready and waiting for me. She shudders, makes mewling noises. "Shh." I kiss her again.

  A whine spills from her; her eyeballs move behind her closed eyelids.

  I drag my hand down her belly, cup her pussy. She clenches the sheets, parts her legs. God help me, I can't stop myself. I need her again...want to feel her sweet cunt milk me. My dick lengthens; my balls harden. I must have her, but first... "I am going to take care of you, little one."

  I strum her pussy lips, and more moisture flows out from her channel. I slide a finger inside of her; a groan spills from my lips. So wet, so hot. I add a second finger, then a third, stretching her, expanding her. Her thighs tremble; her eyelids flutter. "Hawke?"

  "Don't wake up." I press my lips to one eyelid, then the other. I whisper little kisses down her cheek, close my mouth over hers.

  I thrust my fingers inside her soaking channel, absorb the whine that tumbles from her. I make love to her with my fingers, my lips, prop my body on one elbow, holding most of my weight off of her. This is about her.

  I curve my fingers into her and she shudders. I curl my thumb to press on the swollen nub of her clit. Her spine arches and her mouth opens. I increase the momentum of my ministr
ations, propel my digits in and out, in and out. Her entire body shudders, her muscles tense, and a moan swells from her lips.

  "Come." I whisper, and she does. Slick gushes out from between her thighs. A cry spills from her and I swallow it. Then, pulling my fingers from her, I scoot down, place my mouth to her pussy. I lick her cunt, swipe my tongue up her swollen slit, suck on her nub. I drink down every last drop of her climax, ignore the hardness that screams between my legs, then push up to plank above her. I close my mouth on hers and kiss her. I don't stop until she stops writhing.

  Her body stills, her muscles relax, Aad her breathing deepens.

  I pull back, press my lips to her forehead.

  Sleep, little Char, it's my turn to feed you.

  44

  "I want mutual respect, someone who gets me... fuck that shit... I want him to fuck my childhood out of me..."

  -From Charley's secret diary

  Charley

  Consciousness filters in, the light seeping in between my eyelashes. I turn over and the pillow sinks under my cheek. So soft. I draw in a breath and his dark, edgy scent fills my lungs. My pussy clenches and heat shimmers up my spine. My fingers tingle and my toes curl. I move my legs and my thighs protest. The emptiness in my core throbs. I need more. I need...him. I snap my eyelids open. Hawke. Did he make me come in my sleep? I slip my fingers inside of myself. Of course, I am wet. I chafe my thighs together, locking my hand on my pussy. Doesn't help. A shiver rolls down my spine. Goosebumps pop on my skin. Huh? How strange. I am hot one second, cold the next. I sit up and my shoulders protest. My back hurts. My fingertips tingle. I glance down and... No, no, no. Claws... I have claws? I focus on my nails, concentrate, will the curved talons back. They slide back in slowly. Slowly. There. I release my breath, hold up my fingertips. Much better. Almost normal. I swing my legs over the side of the bed. My calves hurt and my thigh muscles spasm. Sweat breaks out my brow. I wipe it off, and my hand brushes my nose. Him. I smell of him. I lick myself and the complex, masculine taste of him fills my senses. Instantly, my pussy clenches, heat radiates out from my core, and pinpricks of sensation curve up my shoulder blades. Shit. What's happening to me?