Chapter Three
Warm sunlight sparkled through her stained-glass picture window. The intricate design of color and magic created a spell of protection from any who meant her physical harm. Those colors danced across her face, teasing her back into wakefulness. Renee yawned, a smirk twisting her mouth as she remembered her dream. She might not have gotten her perfect mate like she prayed to the God and Goddess for but the consolation prize seemed damned nice of them.
She tried to stretch her arms and start moving only to find something soft wrapped tightly around her wrists. Her eyes snapped open and her heart skipped a beat.
She lay naked and spread-eagle on her bed with wrists and feet bound.
“Awake finally. I’d begun to wonder if I broke you last night.”
Renee’s head jerked in the direction of the deep rumbling voice. Her mouth dried and throat clogged. A strange man sat in the deep blue wingback chair she kept in the corner of the room. Or at least she guessed the guy qualified as a man. He was definitely strange. Thick curly fur the same texture and russet color as the hair on his head covered both of his legs. He wore no clothing. His heavy flaccid cock lay lax across his thigh. His hooves were crossed at his ankles. Muscular arms crossed a wide, well-cut chest, a chest that dared a person to lick it. Golden brown eyes twinkled in an appealing, youthful face. His lush lips curve up in a teasing half-smile. And peeking out of his thick hair were two small blunt-tipped horns.
“Satyr,” Renee breathed, eyes going wide and hands jerking frantically at her bonds. Shit, shit, shit. Here was fate’s fucking sick sense of humor. Instead of true love, or even a steamy erotic dream, I’m gonna be screwed to death.
The man rose, crossed the room and gave a mocking bow with a flourish of his arm. “Zachary, at your service. Sorry about the binding but you can’t be too careful these days. You witches are a tricky, bloodthirsty lot. Seen quite a few of my kind fall under your spells. I’d be a fool not to remember that. And you did bring me to the mortal realm without asking my permission. Not exactly a peaceable move.” Here the satyr’s smile widened. Mischief flashed like golden fire through his eyes. “Not that I’m complaining about the trip considering my hot little reception last night. Best damned sex I’ve had in centuries. Makes my ears twitch and my horns itch just thinking about it. But it does leave me to wonder exactly what you wanted from me in the first place. Why did you call me here?”
“I couldn’t have called you here. Not you,” Renee muttered, tugging harder at what appeared to be her entire collection of scarves woven together into a surprisingly strong rope. Not only could the satyr tie a mean knot, he seemed to have a gift for enchantment, at least when it applied to bondage. While some dark little part of her found that fact to be both fascinating and tempting, she was trapped. She wasn’t getting out of here without help. And no help was coming until nightfall.
“Oh but you did call me,” Zachary replied as he stepped to Renee’s side. “I heard you clear across the veil begging for me and offering me anything I wanted just to come to you. Pulled me out of a nice little dance with a group of nubile young wood nymphs. I couldn’t stop myself from coming to you but at least I got to come in you once I got here. So that I don’t hold against you. I still want to know what you thought you were doing, calling me here in the first place.”
“The spell wasn’t meant for you.”
“Then who was it for?” Zachary asked with a toss of his head and the stomp of one hoof. The sound of that hoof on hardwood echoed through the room like a mini-explosion. “Now you’re making me jealous. I’d hate to think that wonderful fuck last night was meant for someone else. All those sexy little screams and that hot cream really belonging to another man. Who were you calling if not me?”
Renee sagged in defeat at the thought. Last night she’d put together something special—the most powerful spell she could cast. She swore she’d felt the God and Goddess acting through her but it hadn’t worked. She was still alone, no better off than she had been before. Hell, she thought, looking at the satyr, maybe worse off. “I don’t know who I was calling. That’s the point. I wish I did.”
The satyr sat on the bed next to her and stared intently at her empty face as the void of hopeless emotions rolled over her. “Pull the other one,” Zachary growled, leaning closer, so close Renee could smell his earthy musk.
“I wasn’t asking for anyone in particular,” Renee explained as she tried to edge as far away from the man as her bindings allowed. She didn’t want to say more and give this para any details to use against her, use to hurt her. Why should she open herself up to ridicule from a creature who took what pleasure he could wherever he could and couldn’t hold any stronger emotions? He’d been formed from pure lust so what more could he feel?
“Then who were you asking for in general?” Zachary prodded, refusing to take the hint. He cupped Renee’s chin and forced her to meet his gaze. “Someone who wouldn’t be missed? Someone to take out some old anger on? Someone to capture and enslave for your own purposes?”
Renee blinked in amazement. How can the man think such a thing? What kind of a monster does he think I am? “No! I wouldn’t do something like that.”
“Then what would you do?” he whispered, his face darkening. He loomed over Renee and glared. The full weight of his presence bore down on her.
“I just…” Renee stumbled over her words, unsure of herself in the face of the larger, enraged man.
“You just what?” Zachary demanded, arms bracketing her.
Renee jerked at the scarves again, hating herself for her own stupidity. She’d been so damned sure of herself and look where it’d gotten her. Things weren’t supposed to end up this way. Love wasn’t supposed to be angry or scary. It wasn’t supposed to make you into less than you were. It was supposed to build you up and make you more than yourself. “Can you at least let me loose while I tell you? I feel dumb enough as it is.”
“Nope,” Zachary replied and sat back. He flipped over to lie beside Renee with his back against the headboard and arms crossed. He shook his head. “Can’t trust you. At least not yet. Spill, lover, or I’ll have to make you.”
“Make me?” Renee squeaked, stilling as bloody images from her youth flashed through her mind and twisted her gut. Lust might be a satyr’s prerogative but it didn’t make him any less dangerous an enemy than any other nonhuman para. What exactly was this man capable of?
“All right. Don’t mind if I do.”
Renee didn’t even have time to brace herself as the satyr pounced across her body. She closed her eyes since she didn’t want to watch her blood spill, didn’t want to see that final moment of her life spurt out of her as she had her father’s. But instead of the quick sharp slice of pain she expected Renee felt warm breath and a hot tongue slide up her neck. Sharp teeth didn’t tear and rend her flesh. On the contrary, they nibbled at her earlobe and scraped that tender spot beneath that sent shivers down her spine. Her pussy flooded with warm wet cream as her body arched forward to seek out remembered pleasure.
Instead of death, arousal swamped Renee’s senses and ripped a gasp from her. She twisted her hands in her ties, using the support to pull herself closer to the source of sensation, closer to that wicked mouth as it danced over her neck and shoulders seeking out every tiny hotspot. Her feet jerked at their bindings, wanting to be free to wrap around Zachary’s waist. So fast and so hot. What was he doing to her?
Incoherent babble fell from her lips as a strong, calloused hand slid down to cup her aching pussy. Electric, magic-filled heat encompassed her entire body. Zinging pulses of pleasure built higher and higher, hotter and hotter.
“Yeah, babe, that’s it,” Zachary murmured as he lapped at Renee’s neck again. “You know you want what only I can give you—unimaginable magical pleasures. Dark and deep passion. You just have to give me what I want in return.”
“Anything,” Renee gasped, losing herself as she pushed into Zachary’s hand and arched her neck into each w
arm caress. That unfamiliar level of lust clouded her mind again and swamped her senses. But it felt wonderful to lose herself in the thrill, to know someone else was there to catch her.
“You realize this body belongs to me for as long as I want it, don’t you?” Zachary whispered as he worked his mouth down Renee’s body to join his hand. Nibble, lick, suck, kiss.
“Yes, yours,” Renee whimpered at the raging fire filling her. “All yours.”
Zachary’s hot breath played across Renee’s straining breasts. Zings of pleasure shot from the aroused peaks as his teeth closed over the tips and his tongue flicked across the needy flesh. He released his grip to chuckle as Renee gasped and arched toward his mouth. With long laps across her nipples, he eased the aching flesh at the same time his caress drew both to hard points.
Palming and kneading both mounds, he moved down her body inch by quivering inch. Reaching her wet, clenching pussy, he blew a cooling breath against hot skin. “Mine to play with,” he added with a quick flick of his tongue to collect a droplet of cream dripping down her thigh. He purred, “But that little mind of yours is mine too. Everything in it, every thought and desire belongs to me now.”
“Please,” Renee begged, her ties rubbing her flesh raw as she struggled to free herself, to wrap herself around her tormentor.
The satyr moved his hands from her breasts and reached above her head to stop Renee’s movements. He loosened her bindings slightly and massaged the sore flesh of her wrists with gentle thumbs. “I will please you,” he breathed as he slid his hands back down Renee’s sides, leaving a trail of longing and magical heat in his wake. “After you please me. Just answer my question. A few simple words and I’ll give you more pleasure than you can stand. I’ll take you places no other creature ever could.”
Renee scrambled to clear her mind of the erotic fog. She searched for some question she’d been asked. What was the fucking question? It was there skipping at the edge of her consciousness. Why couldn’t she remember? What was happening to her?
Seeing Renee’s frantic confusion and growing dismay Zachary prompted, “Why did you call me here?”
“I didn’t call you,” Renee whined, scarves squeaking against the wood of her headboard as she twisted against her bonds again. Why wouldn’t he listen? She’d told him this already. Why won’t he listen?
Zachary began petting her heaving chest, soothing and calming her. She bent beneath each caress, feeling those warm hands reaching inside and rubbing her soul. She wallowed in his crisp, wild scent. She wanted more, wanted a connection. But still the man asked questions.
“Who did you call?”
Tears blurred Renee’s vision, dripping out to the corners of her eyes as she tossed her head. Her skin felt tight, about to burst with vibrating energy. Her throat clogged but she managed to answer. “I called on the God and Goddess. Begged them. Just wanted love. True love. Someone to care for and care for me in return. So lonely. Please. I didn’t mean to hurt anyone.”
Zachary reared back, hands falling to his side, his face a picture of abject amazement. “Love?” he murmured as something akin to hope filled his golden eyes.
“Yes, love, damn it!” Renee snarled, pitching and twisting, her every movement frenzied. “Now untie me and fuck me already. You want me. You must want me. Fuck me!”
With hands trembling so slightly Renee almost missed it, Zachary untied her bonds. She launched herself at the satyr, wrapping her arms and legs around him and dragging him down on top of her. A voice in the back of her mind said that this unbearable need had to be part of Zachary’s magic but she didn’t care. She needed to feel again. Last night rocked her but it still seemed like a dream, unreal. Zachary made her feel.
“Whoa, little one,” Zachary said, pushing up on his arms to give Renee room to breathe. The position pushed his hard cock against her stomach, so close to where she wanted him. He stared down as if he wanted to memorize every inch of Renee’s face. Instead of taking what he wanted as she expected, he dipped his head for a second to lick across the scar on her cheek before whispering, “You’re going to hurt us both if you’re not careful.”
“Don’t care,” Renee whimpered and nipped at Zachary’s neck. “I want you. Now.”
The shocked expression faded from Zachary’s face, an ancient, knowing smile replacing it. He cupped Renee’s face in his hands and kissed her gently, his full lips lingering but his tongue not thrusting inside and claiming. “Yes, you do want me. You always will. And you shall have me. But not like this, not drowning in my power. I want this time to be with you and only you.”
The satyr pried Renee’s arms off him and gave her a quick shake. “Are you with me? I need you with me.”
Renee blinked, jarred as the clawing mating urge subsided a bit. She still wanted Zachary, no doubt about that. But it didn’t feel like she’d die if she didn’t get him. “What now?” she snapped, her voice filled with need but no longer out of control. “Wanna know my lineage? Need a recommendation from my last lover? That’ll be hard to come up with. It’s been awhile. I’m not even sure where to find him now.”
Zachary chuckled and cradled Renee against his shaking chest. “Nope. I just want to take a moment to change places. I want to see your face this time. I’m giving you the chance to take me.” A lascivious grin spread across his craggy features. “Now come over here.”
The satyr pulled her forward into their first real kiss, an exploration of the mouth not a quick teasing smooch. Renee hadn’t known what she’d been missing until that moment. Pure, sweet, dark fantasy. His kiss alone undid any calm he’d managed to instill in her with his little talk. The taste of her satyr lingered on her tongue, bitter and sweet like dark chocolate. Lips and teeth nibbled at the tender flesh just inside her mouth. The sharp tip of his tongue tickled the roof. Then he plunged in, exploring every nook and cranny he could reach.
So very good and so very wicked at the same time.
When they parted their mouths clung together as though their lips didn’t want to let go. Zachary licked at the corners, tasting her smile. “Gods, I could get used to this,” he whispered before giving a wink and a wry smile. “But don’t leave me hanging, lover. I offer to let you ride me and all you can do is tease”
Pulling back, Renee smirked. Eyeing Zachary, she pursed her lips and cocked her head.
Renee scooted back to sit across Zachary’s fur-covered legs. She took a moment to lick at the tip of his massive cock, stabbing the tip of her tongue into the small, weeping slit. A wild cry spilled from his lips as he jerked beneath her and almost knocked her off him. Enjoying the thrill his reaction gave her, Renee tilted her head to mouth his balls for a moment, savoring each moan as she laved them with her tongue.
“Damn, woman,” Zachary cursed, setting his sweat-damp curls dancing across his head. He panted as he fought for control. “Keep that up and I’m gonna shoot before you take me in you.”
“I thought satyrs were known for their stamina and ability to go all night and into the next day. How else do you last through those week-long orgies you’re famous for? Are you saying you’re a one-hit wonder?” Renee teased, taking a moment to suck a single ball in her mouth and roll it from one cheek to the other.
“Fuck you, no,” Zachary growled as he squirmed beneath Renee’s tender assault. “But damn, there’s something about you and you’re too good at that.”
Renee smirked. She took his cock in hand, flattened her tongue and licked from root to tip. Salty, intoxicating spice flooded her mouth and filled her with the desire to taste even more. His eyes rolled back as he bucked into the caress. He was hers to do with as she pleased this time and she’d see him beg her. Devilish mischief danced in her eyes as she closed one hand over his tight balls and sucked the fingers of her other hand. She continued massaging them as she sank a single slick digit into his ass and gave his prostate a quick rub.
Zachary gasped and bore down on the tempting finger, taking it as far as it would go. “Please, babe.
Can’t take much more. Get on with it.”
“Oh I will. Don’t worry.” That was the only warning Renee gave before she pulled out her finger and took his cock as far in her mouth as she could. She bobbed her head, swallowing on each downstroke until he hit the very back of her throat and his flavor coated every inch of her tongue. This was something she missed, the taste of a man. The power in having a strong lover squirming beneath her mouth, hard length sliding and vein throbbing against her tongue. Zachary howled and arched into her hot mouth. When he seemed about to lose control she pulled back.
Renee moved off and licked her lips. “Think you’re ready to take me?” she whispered darkly, getting into her role as the satyr responded to her every touch. “Big, bad, paranormal sex machine. Think you can handle one little witch?”
“Damn it,” Zachary growled as he bucked beneath her. “Ride me now.”
“My pleasure.”
Renee slid forward, bending over to nip at his nipples. Slow and easy she lowered herself onto his cock, watching his face tighten as she clenched around him. The satyr tossed his head, snarling and crying out to the gods. But he also clawed at the sheets, demanding, “More, give me more. I want to watch as you take me in you. You’ve got more than that. Ride me. Ride me hard!”
Renee took him at his word and set a brutal rhythm as she took him as fast as she could stand. She watched Zachary’s eyes glow that wicked, molten gold. His lips curled back in a silent sneer as he finally lost it, cheeks twitching as his cock spurted rope after rope of thick cum deep in her womb.
The sight of this man so overwhelmed by his own pleasure, a pleasure she gave him, sent Renee over the edge. Eyes locked with his and uttering a hoarse cry, she came rippling around him.
Exhausted by the power of her orgasm, Renee collapsed across his chest. With the last bit of strength she possessed, she tried to roll off to the side and reach for the edge of the blanket. But Zachary wrapped his arms and legs around her, murmuring in protest and keeping her close and warm.
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