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

by Laxmi Hariharan

  "That...little Ember, is how you make love... Part 1, that is."

  "What?" My eyelids are too heavy. My body has melted into one gooey puddle which cannot be forced into acting on my commands. "What do you mean?" I mumble.

  He positions me over his dick, my legs straddling his waist. I should protest, or say or do something... I gasp as his turgid cock nudges against my entrance. "I... I can't," I whine.

  "You can." He lowers me down until I am impaled on his throbbing, lengthening monster cock, that bumps up against my pelvic wall.

  "I'm... I'm too sore." I protest.

  "No, you're not."

  That complete confidence in his voice... I huff, crack open one eyelid. Alphahole has a very satisfied smirk curling his mouth. I pout, "How do you know, huh?"

  He thrusts up and into me, spearing me all the way to the hilt. I gasp as my body bucks. I lower my hands, dig my fingertips into his thick forearms. "You're too big."

  He smirks.

  I scowl. "I walked into that, didn't I?"

  He propels his hips up, and his shaft extends inside of me. Surely, every ridge of his thickness is imprinted on my channel. His cock extends, and his knot locks into place. Too much. Too full. "Hawke... I'm going to..."

  "Come."

  His command shatters any last remnant of my willpower. I am the dust in the air... The vapor in the clouds... A sprinkle of sunshine on a stormy sea in search of a home. I am... His. His to take, to pleasure, to torment. His to break apart and put back together, to stamp his name into every cell of my body,

  "Come for me, my little Ember." His whisper encircles my heart. The mating bond catches fire and a stabbing pain grips my back. There's a ripping sound and my pores pop.

  His features pale. "Charley?"

  "Wh... what's wrong?"

  49

  Hawke

  I stare past my mate's shoulders. With a popping sound, her wings separate from her back, gold and green flames swirling across the length as they unfurl, then extend out.

  More than six feet on either side, they brush against the walls.

  "Your wings Ember, they are..." I swallow down the emotions that crowd my throat. "Gorgeous."

  She swallows, her pussy milks my dick, and I groan. I curl my hand around her neck, bring her in for a kiss. "I love you, Charley."

  "I love—"

  I slant my lips over hers, thrust my tongue into her mouth, twine it with hers and suck on her warmth. The sweet taste of her fills me up, goes to my head. I thrust my hips up once more, deepen the penetration even further. My knot throbs inside of her and my dick thickens, filling her. Above us, I sense her snapping out her wings. She digs her fingernails into my shoulders and pain slithers down my back, sparking off of the intense sensations building inside of me. The tension spikes, tightens, curls in on itself. My dick throbs and my balls draw up. I tear my mouth from hers. "Look at me, Char."

  She opens her eyes and I see myself reflected in those green eyes. "You're mine, Char."

  She nods.

  "Say it."

  She flutters her eyelashes. "You're mine."

  I laugh. "What you are, is a smartass, my Ember."

  She smirks.

  I thrust up into her again, her breath hitches, and her pupils dilate further. Good.

  "Try again." I growl.

  "I'm yours." She gasps, and I come, shooting hot streams of cum, bathing her insides with my essence.

  Her entire body jerks and her wings snap out again. She throws her head back as the trembling sweeps up her body. Her shoulders pull back, then she screams. Tendrils of fire radiate from her. Green and gold flashes streak up, then disappear.

  "Beautiful."

  She gasps, her chest heaves, then the flames switch off. She collapses into me and I cradle her.

  "Do you think it's gonna be this way every time?"

  "I hope so, Ember."

  Her wings flap again, and bits of ash float down from the ceiling. "I think this room is also toast."

  "Hell, we'll move to the guest bedroom, while we fix it up... Or..."I hesitate.

  "Or?"

  "We could add a third bedroom?"

  "A study?" She chews on her lower up.

  "A nursery?" I venture.

  "Wha... ?" She peeks up at me. "You want children?"

  "Don't you?" I peruse her features.

  Her brow furrows. "I haven't thought about it at all, to be honest."

  "No pressure, Char." I tuck an errant strand of hair behind her ear. "You're young, we have time... Maybe someday, though—"

  There's a faint cracking sound; we look up as a piece of plaster detaches from the ceiling. I turn over, sweep her up in my arms, and teleport to the door. There's a crashing sound. I look back as one-quarter of the ceiling crashes to the bed.

  "Wow." She gulps. "You did that...?"

  I chuckle, "That was all you, my fiery Ember."

  A faint banging reaches me.

  She stiffens in my arms, "You hear that?"

  We both turn to stare up at the ceiling, which seems to have stabilized.

  The banging grows louder.

  "Someone's at the door," Charley whispers.

  I turn, march toward the front door. Cradling her with one arm, I reach for the door handle when she slaps my shoulder, "I'm naked and so are you."

  Right.

  I slap the door with my hand, "The fuck is there?"

  "It's Tristan; we need you."

  "I'm otherwise occupied."

  "Yeah, I know. You have the woman I consider to be my daughter with you. Come out and let me kick your ass for that."

  "Hey, hold on." I scratch my beard. Not that Tristan scares me. Not one bit. Still, he's Ember's family... Which means, I need to be respectful and such shit with him. "I'm confused. I thought you wanted me to take care of her?"

  "And you'd better do a fine job of it, else you'll have me and Jess to contend with. Either way your ass is toast, dickwad."

  Right. I snort.

  She giggles.

  I look her up and down, "You're so fucking cute when you have that freshly fucked look to you."

  She flushes, "I'll show you how cute I can get." She kicks out, or tries to. I smirk, then tighten my hold on her. "Stop struggling."

  "You wish." She kicks out with her legs, throws a punch that I evade, pushes her knee into my groin, and brushes against the sizable erection I'm sporting. Again. "Oh!" She stills.

  "Yep," I nod. "Your fighting only turns me on."

  "Is that all you can think of? Sex?"

  "What else is there?"

  She frowns, "Food... Freedom... Family..."

  "Fucking." I thrust my face into hers, "The Four F's. A woman right after my heart."

  "You're incorrigible," she snarls.

  "You're adorable..."

  She scowls.

  I grin.

  Tristan bangs on the door again, "I can hear the two of you, by the way."

  She blushes, and I watch, entranced. This transition from hot-headed woman to coy girl...is something I'll never get used to. "You're beautiful."

  Her cheeks turn a fiery red.

  "Do I make you uncomfortable?"

  "All the time."

  "Good." I smirk.

  "There are three of us in this relationship, you, me and your ego."

  "Four."

  "What?"

  I glance down to where my cock throbs between us, the purple crown leaking precum from its head.

  Her breath hitches, her chest heaves, and the scent of her arousal bleeds into the air.

  "I changed my mind." She juts out her chin. "You're positively obnoxious."

  "And you love it, admit it."

  "Go to hell."

  "If you're by my side, the darkest horrors turn to sweet nightmares."

  She blinks; her lips tremble. "How can you turn from alphahole to romantic hero in an instant?"

  "You inspire me, darling."

  She huffs, then presses a kiss to
my cheek.

  I turn my head so her lips clash with mine—nibble on her mouth, thrust my tongue inside to dance with hers, suck on her essence, tilt my head for better access. She makes a low sound deep in her chest and I push her up against the door, then notch my dick at her entrance. I slip into her and she gasps, a groan rolls up her throat, and I swallow it. Focus on the thudding sound of her heart, the throb of her pussy as it clamps around my cock, the banging—

  "Are you guys really doing this against the door?!?"

  I tear my mouth from hers. "Fuck off," I yell.

  She buries her face in my throat, and giggles.

  "Something funny, Ember?"

  Her shoulder shake as she snorts. "Nothing. Everything... You—"

  I pump my hips forward and my balls slap against her ass. She gasps.

  "Ah!" She makes a strangled noise. Good. I plan to ensure she's too otherwise occupied to notice anything else... Nothing except how my cock spears her, how my thumb hooks into her forbidden back hole, how I brace my elbow against the door and proceed to slam into her, lower my head and bite the sensitive skin between her head and shoulder, exactly over the claiming mark.

  A low moan bleeds from her.

  "Shh." I lower my knees to hold up both of us, then close my hand over her mouth, whispering "Lower your voice."

  "I've already heard you." Tristan's exasperated voice filters past the closed door. "I came to tell you that Alice is about to give birth."

  Charley tugs at my hand, and I lower it.

  "Didn't she go into labor earlier?" She presses her cheek to the door, "I thought she would have given birth by now."

  "That was a false alarm... Something to do with the Fae-Shifter-Human physiology...or something," he mutters. "I'm not a doctor. I'm the messenger here," he sighs.

  "How is she doing?" Charley frowns, "Is she in a lot of pain?"

  "Why don't you ask Doc yourself? She's in the infirmary, if you want to come by."

  His steps fade away.

  I pull back, release her. Her feet hit the floor with a thump.

  "What the hell?" Her screech blasts my ears. "Why did you do that?"

  I smirk, "You're a dragon shifter, babe, deal with it."

  "I will not, you brute, you monster, you—"

  I flip her around to face the door, then bring her arms up. I plant myself between her legs and notch my dick against her slit.

  "Ready, my little hellfire?"

  "No, you let go of me now. You hear me, you—?"

  I pump my hips and my dick slides home. Her pussy instantly clamps around my dick. I groan and so does she.

  "Your cunt is fucking beautiful."

  "Only my..." she gasps, "cunt?"

  "All of you, every last millimeter of your luscious body is my destination, my home. I'm nothing without you, Ember."

  "Jesus, Hawke, less talking more fu—"

  I thrust into her and she howls. I lunge forward and my dick extends. I tilt my hips, my knot locks into place and— "Come with me, Charley."

  She screams and her head lolls back against my shoulder. A shudder drives her body up to her tiptoes. Sparks of flashfire explode from her, the heat searing my skin, pushing me on. My balls harden, my dick jerks, and I shoot streams of cum inside of her. Her body twitches, then slumps. I cradle her against my chest, kiss her sweaty shoulder, lick up the trail of blood from the newly opened claiming mark.

  "Char?"

  "Hmm?"

  "How do you feel about facing the world?"

  "Alice?" She yawns, then cracks her eyelids open.

  I nod.

  "I want to be there when she gives birth."

  "Me too."

  50

  Charley

  "Hold on will ya?" I pump my legs, trying to keep pace with Hawke, aka Killer, aka my mate, who's stalking across the courtyard of the Fae complex. His back is rigid; his shoulders seem to have grown even bigger in the last few minutes. We'd left his place, after pulling on clothes. I'd asked to shower and he'd refused. Flat out. Told me to pull on the shirt and pants... His shirt and pants... Refusing to allow me to dress in my own clothes. Okay, I didn't actually have any clothes of my own. He hadn't allowed me to get them from Jess' place. And we hadn't left the house since.

  In between fucking me...he'd rebuilt the ruined portions of the house...all on his own. The man is inexhaustible. A fucking machine. No, even machine's need to rest. Not Hawke, though.

  He’d barely slept, insisted on cooking for me, had provisions delivered home so we wouldn’t' have to leave. Every time I started to protest, he'd shut me up...with his dick... Not that I am complaining.

  Not even when he hadn't let me out of his sight. Not when he hadn't allowed me to die my hair, the roots of which are beginning to grow out... Yes! Yes! It's strawberry blonde, if you must know. The alphahole had been right when he'd called me out on that. Jerk.

  At least he hadn't rubbed that in... No, he has been too busy lavishing his cum into every part of me. And I enjoy it... Maybe too much.

  He's kept me high on endorphins, and good food, and enough alcohol that even I can't find fault with the levels of wine he's poured into my glass. A first. He'd wined me, dined me, fucked me...until I couldn't walk... In short, I am one-hundred percent a filthy, happy, sexually replete bitch. I'd been so under his spell that when he'd insisted that I wear what he'd chosen, I had been too complacent to protest.

  The result? I feel as if I'm a child wearing adult clothes... Maybe that had been his intention? To put me in my place?

  I fume, then almost trip over the seam of the pants, whose length I’d had to more than halfway roll up, by the way... and tie a scarf around the waistband to hold them up, after tucking in the shirt, whose sleeves now flap over my fingertips. He'd insisted on buttoning the shirt all the way up to my collar... Jackass. I stumble and almost fall, then right myself.

  Hawke keeps barreling forward, without looking back. "Stop." I glare at his broad back which blocks out the sight of the building ahead.

  "Hawke."

  He pauses, then angles his body to glower at me, "What now?"

  I will not give in to the temptation to stamp my foot, will not act like I am a teenager...which, fuck it, is what I am. Though in some ways, I feel like I have aged about a decade in the last few days. Yeah, taming and being tamed can have that effect, except... "I am a dragon shifter, you ass; I could fly faster than you."

  "Oh?" He scratches his beard. The scratching sound pings straight to my core; the flesh he had abraded with those whiskers blooms to life. Get a grip, Char. You are on your way to celebrate the birth of your best friend's child... This is not the time to be thinking of fucking... Or indeed, being knotted by the growly, grumpy alpha Fae who's glaring at you, like he wants to eat you up... gulp.

  "Go ahead." He finally growls.

  "What?"

  "Fly, little dragon. Spread your wings. Show me that you can transform."

  I frown. He knows that I am coming into my shifter self...slowly. I have managed to get as far as a semi-transformation. Even when he'd needed me, I had loaned him my dragon energy, but I hadn't completely shifted then. What is stopping me? I don't know... Don't care.... So why is my mate rubbing that in my face...?

  I fold my arms across my chest.

  Goosebumps pop on my skin. Maybe this is a bad idea... Maybe I shouldn't have trusted him? Bared myself open to him. Told him my every fear, my desires—which he has more than fulfilled. He's dug into my soul, my heart—joined his soul with mine. The ball of heat in my chest glows, a strong force between us... So... Why is he pushing me?

  "What's wrong, Hawke?"

  "Nothing," he growls.

  "You've been acting like someone pissed in your beer—"

  His eyes gleam, "I'd love it if you—"

  "No, no, no." I slam my fingers in my ears. "Don’t even think of it. Ugh..."

  "Hey," he drums his chest, "don't mock it until you try it. After all, I did feed you my cum."


  Heat rises to my cheeks. "That was a temporary phase. The stupid transformation I was experiencing demanded it, and by the way," I shake a finger at him, "it won't work."

  "What?"

  "This entire,” I make a circling motion in the air, “alphahole persona that you're so adept at. Not that you aren't... You're one-hundred percent a dominant alpha male—"

  He smirks.

  I ignore him.

  "—whose harder-than-nails façade hides a teddy bear heart."

  His smile switches off. "Did you liken me to a soft toy?"

  "You're mush inside, Killer."

  He prowls over to me, then wraps his massive paw around my nape and drags me up against him. His fingers meet around the front of my neck. He presses down and dark spots appear in front of my eyes.

  He thrusts his pelvis up so the unmistakable column of his arousal stabs into my core.

  I stutter. "All of this posturing..." I attempt to toss my hair over my head, but I can barely move, "it's a cover for what's bothering you deep down."

  He leans in closely enough for that fiery gaze to bore into mine. I can count each individual crease that fans out from his eyes, the tiny scar that nicks the edge of his temple, the tips of his ears that extend into that pointy edge that's hot as fuck. "You're one handsome bastard."

  "Hmm."

  "So you should be secure that I don't want anyone else. I want only you."

  "Is that what you’ve deduced?"

  "It's what I know. It's why you made me wear your unwashed clothes," I spit out.

  He thrusts out his chest.

  "Oh, you think I don't know? I reek of your scent, of our joined-up mating juices. I smell freshly fucked. It's why you didn't allow me to shower, because you want to ensure that everyone we meet knows exactly who I belong to."

  He yawns. The bastard actually taps his mouth with a polite four fingers. Liar.

  Blackness creeps in from the edges of my vision and my claws slide out. Pinpricks of warning fire sizzle up my shoulder blades.

  "You done?" His voice lowers to a hush and that should warn me. Shut up. What are you doing? He's your mate. He loves you. Hell, you love each other. So why are you pushing him over the edge? Why are you testing him? More to the point, why is he testing you, hmm?