Fae High Summer Hunt

by Renee Michaels

  At the provocative idea, her opposition to Baylor waned ever so slightly. There was a dark reticence about him that she’d love to shatter. A part of her wanted to watch his eyes heat with need for her and her alone. His big brawny body would dwarf hers. With Baylor, her heartbeat would rumble like thunder, her blood sizzle like lightning, and she’d weep as if it rained as she found her pleasure under his bucking body. What woman wouldn’t want to have all that unbridled power surging between her thighs?

  With a regretful grimace, Naeme tamped down her sexual inquisitiveness and with a great deal of reluctance, she sent out a lure to attract another guard.

  If fortune were generous, some young rogue would woo and bind her to him before Baylor caught up with her.

  She’d elude the arrogant captain, acquire a virile lover for a year and thumb her nose at Titania.

  Naeme issued a dismissive tsk.

  Giving Baylor leave to seek her out on the cusp of their burgeoning vexed her. The Queen had no business meddling in such personal matters. It was another way to flex her powers and penalise Naeme for her minor transgressions.

  A triumphant laugh preceded a muscular arm wrapping around her waist and hauling her down willy-nilly onto the back of his mount. She sat astride a steed facing her captor. He was a very young soldier. This must be his first Hunt. He would be in no hurry to secure a lover for the next year. He’d want to dally with as many maidens as he could lay his hands on. With a wicked grin, he gave her a swift kiss on the lips, and pulled back to study her with blatant carnality snapping in his smoky grey eyes.

  Not someone she wouldn’t tire of soon, but there was no reason why she couldn’t have a taste of him before she moved on.

  “And who might you be, my lovely?” His sensual lips curved into a smile calculated to entice.

  Naeme leaned in and traced the tip of her tongue over the contours of his bottom lip. “Does it matter?” She lowered her voice to a provocative whisper.

  “No.” He gulped and gave her a hapless grin.

  He was as green as a new shoot.

  “I can’t believe I’ve caught you, but now that I have you, let’s not waste time. The night passes quickly and there are so many to love.” With a boldness she appreciated, he cupped her breasts in his big hands and clumsily pinched her nipples as if they were the first pair of breasts he’d held. “You’ve got a nice pair of apples.”

  Naeme almost laughed. He had a lot to learn about seducing a woman. It didn’t take crass compliments but softly spoken endearments and a caress placed in the right spot at just the moment when a woman needed it most. She traced her fingertips over his chest. What he didn’t have in sophistication he made up for with enthusiasm.

  He pushed her sleeves off her shoulders and lowered her bodice to bare her breasts. Her new acquaintance drew a nipple into his mouth and suckled. The tug of the suction elicited a groan from Naeme as she threaded her fingers through his silky hair. She arched her back and pushed the plum of her areola deeper into the moist recess of his mouth. He worked his jaw to slake his greed.

  Heat speared through her belly. Fluid seeped from her to pool in her cleft.

  He released the hardened nub with a slurp. “Sweet, let’s see what other delights you have in store for me.” He drew her skirt up, bunched it around her hips and slung her legs over his thighs. He looked down and smirked. “Is all this for me?”

  A little puzzled by his question, she glanced down at herself. With her legs askew, her pink flesh glistened between the parted lips of her pussy.

  Her gauche lover fumbled as he unlaced his breeches and set his ready cock free. A criss-crossing of veins riddled the rigid length of his shaft. Well, she wouldn’t be disappointed.

  He gripped her hips, lifted her and set the crown to her opening. Her channel pulsed as he started to lower her onto him.

  “Bastion!” The single word lashed out like the crack of a whip, silencing the nocturnal symphony that surrounded them. That single word froze the boy in mid-thrust.

  “Captain!” Nonplussed, Bastion flicked his gaze between her and his commander.

  Caught between frustration and outrage, Naeme wiggled to free herself, but the dolt, confounded by Baylor’s claim, held her fast. “Sir?”

  “I have a prior claim to the lady.” He pinned the boy with a flat, unwavering stare. His tone brooked no refusal.

  Naeme spluttered at the blatant overstatement.

  He nudged his mount and it trotted over to them. “We have unfinished business, Naeme.”

  She shot him a cool smile. “None that I can think of.” She infused her voice with disdain she didn’t feel. Burning with need, she’d come so close to getting a little bit of what she wanted. Well, maybe not little, the guard was hung like the proverbial stallion.

  Naeme seared Baylor with a baleful stare and snarled, “As you can see, I am otherwise occupied. Do go away. If I am unfortunate we may come across each other again.” She dismissed him with a jerk of her shoulder, reached down and stroked the cock that was a mere hair’s breadth from ramming into her empty, hungry cunny.

  “She is a wonder to behold, isn’t she, Bastion? Hair like moonbeams, skin as soft as the petals of a rose, her body ripe for the taking.” Baylor dropped his eyes to Bastion’s member pointedly. “And you’re so ready to jump into the fray, but she’ll sap you, boy, and you won’t have the strength to move on to the next lass. You won’t have time to savour the Hunt to its fullest. Go ahead and take her. You should last for a moment or two.”

  If ever there were words spoken to intimidate a subordinate they were those. And they accomplished the impossible. The males of her race were noted for their perpetual erections, but the one within her grasp, or rather on the verge of sinking into her, went soft.

  Bastion’s face reddened. He gave her a helpless shrug and stuffed his deflated member out of sight. “Sorry, luv.”

  With a disgusted tsk, Naeme pulled her bodice in place, and soared into the air. A beam of light looped around her forearm and stalled her escape.

  She tugged at the tether, but it wouldn’t give. Below her, Bastion galloped away without even so much as a backward glance. So much for gallantry.

  Suspended in the air, she ceased her struggles and composed her face into a mask of haughty contempt.

  Baylor focused on her like a predator studying its prey to find its weaknesses. “If it’s a fucking you want, I’ll provide all you can take.”

  “And what makes you think you could satisfy me with your brutish, heavy-handed ways? You’re a soldier. I have been sought out, courted and invited to the bower of the most sensual, hedonistic men of Titania and Oberon’s retinue.”

  “You’re a total sybarite, but you’re tired of your courtly lovers. Why else would you tempt fate by dallying with Oberon?” He pulled her closer and she remained statue-still. She wouldn’t give him any indication that his offer set her heart fluttering in her chest like the wings of a hummingbird.

  With their faces inches apart, he trailed the blunt tip of his finger over her night-cooled cheek. “I’ll strike a bargain with you, Naeme. Stay with me until the great gathering at the end of the Hunt. I will take you back to court and revoke my claim after the Queen sanctions your return. If that’s what you want.”

  Naeme scoffed. She didn’t trust him one bit. He was too cocksure. “Another hunter could get me that. What would I gain from such a bargain with you?”

  “Every pleasure you can conceive of wanting.” Baylor pressed his lips to her mouth, slid his tongue through the seam and flicked the tip over hers. A myriad of flavours burst over her tongue. Sweet, tangy, tart, never the same—like the man, an enigma to delve into and explore. A lure, a taste, a promise.

  Chapter Three

  “And why should I take you at your word?” She’d take complete advantage of everything he had to offer. He had the skill to fulfil every predilection and desire she had and a few she could create.

  However, she needed assurances. There
were hidden meanings within seemingly innocuous declarations in his words. She didn’t believe he’d put his needs before the Queen’s.

  She’d never conceived that she’d want Baylor, but with his raw offer, he’d become a most desirable lover.

  He cradled the back of her head with his hand, slid his thumb under her chin and tilted her head back to force her to meet his stare. “We have a bit of a dilemma here, don’t we? I don’t trust you any more than you trust me. I want your vow that you will give your all when we love, Naeme. There will be no holding back. I won’t have you treating our agreement as a means to an end.”

  “It’s not in my nature to not embrace all the pleasures my encounters engender. It’d be like taking a bite of a peach and not savouring the sweetness of the juices or the succulence of its flesh.”

  She nuzzled the skin under his ear and placed her lips on the pulse point at the base of his throat. She licked at his flesh and tasted the earthiness of a male Fae in his prime. Baylor jolted. His horse bucked and whinnied as his hands loosened on the reins.

  Skimming a sharp fingernail over the mound between his thighs, she watched the sapphire-blue irises darken. Naeme trailed her fingertips over the growing bulge before she slid her hand under his ball sac and pressed the heel of her palm onto his pubis.

  Baylor dragged in a sharp, shuddery breath and slapped his hand over hers. Her stern soldier wasn’t as in command of his emotions as he would have her believe.

  “Do we have an accord?” she murmured against his skin.

  “Do you want a drawing of blood?” His hoarse voice belied the coolness of his tone.

  “Nothing less would do.”

  Baylor pulled a small dagger from his belt and took her left hand to form an unseen bond connecting their hearts. He placed the blade between their palms and pressed them together as he slashed their flesh.

  Like slow-seeping mercury, their viscous life-blood dribbled to the ground. Wherever it landed green shoots shot out of the earth, budded and bloomed in a matter of a few seconds. The plants grew to tower over their heads, the branches intertwined and the flowers enlarged to create a fragrant haven. The blossoms ranged from the palest pink to the darkest crimson, royal purples, brilliant blues and yellows to rival sunshine.

  A flower-laden bower.

  Naeme shifted with unease. It was too intimate, too revealing. This rare and wonderful sanctuary created by the commingling of their blood shouldn’t have happened, not with him, not now.

  Confused by the inner stirrings she couldn’t identify, she wavered and floated to the ground. “I don’t want to be here.” She looked around her, a little frantic. Naeme needed to think, reassess. This was not what she wanted. She enjoyed her flitting from amusement to amusement like a bee gathering pollen.

  With a fluid gracefulness, Baylor slid from his saddle and caught her by the forearms. “Afraid to acknowledge the possibilities? Naeme, I never took you for a coward.”

  This place was a danger to her equilibrium. The arousal she had experienced earlier paled in comparison to what she experienced now. She didn’t feel the quick incendiary flash of lust, which would soon burn itself out. Baylor’s closeness, the warmth of his hand seeping over her suddenly chilled body, infused her with the heat emitted by embers that would burn white-hot for a long time.

  She twisted from his grasp. “It’s a fluke, an opportune twist of fate. For all I know you engineered this to suit your purposes.”

  He tilted his head and looked her over with a bland expression. “The magic never lies. It’s the purest form of the only truth there is.”

  “That’s rich coming from a man who knows it can be twisted.”

  “True, but it always rights itself and punishes those who’d corrupt the gift.”

  “We have no need for this. Why waste time on tomorrow when tonight is yet to be lived?”

  His face tightened with anger, and a bleak disappointment flitted through his eyes. “Very well, if we return it will be only at your behest.” He swung her up into the saddle. He leapt up behind her, took up the reins and kicked his horse into a canter.

  They glided from the bower and a sense of loss dampened Naeme’s spirits, but the deeper they galloped into the woodlands the lighter her mood became.

  Soft sighs and deep guttural grunts filtered through the air. Baylor’s cock pressed insistently into the curve of her ass.

  Her usual sexually playful mood restored, she wiggled her hips. With a flick of her wrist, she released the catch between her breasts and the top of her gown slid off her shoulders to form a glistening fabric puddle around her waist.

  A gravelly grunt followed by the hot wet heat of Baylor’s mouth on the sensitive nape of her neck had her arching her back. He wrapped the reins around the pommel of his saddle, his thighs tense under hers as he used his legs to control his mount. He summarily captured her breasts, gripped her nipples and rolled them between his callused fingers.

  The slight abrasiveness of his rough skin over her delicate buds made his fondling feel more acute. Aware of every ridge on his fingertips, Naeme moaned and lay back on Baylor’s chest.

  With a gratifying impatience, Baylor ripped her clothing off and tossed it aside. She watched it flutter away in the wind. Her body was bared to the sweet night air, the currents flowing over her, caressing her breasts. Her pussy widened as she straddled the stallion. The breeze generated by the speed of the horse’s gait wafted over her clit.

  The muscles in the stallion’s massive body flexed and relaxed between her thighs. Her juices flowed as it cantered at will. Baylor wound her hair around his forearm and pushed her torso forward. She gripped the pommel of the saddle to steady herself, and felt Baylor work his cock free from his hosiery.

  Naeme gasped, bucked, when he thrust forward. Her tissues separated to allow him to plant a third of his cock inside her spasming passage. Baylor hauled her upright by her hair. Supporting her by an arm wrapped around her waist, he let her sink down on his shaft in slow, short, wrenching increments. When he was fully embedded, he cupped her mons and touched the spot where he’d jammed himself into her, stretching her tight.

  “At last.” He groaned and nipped the knot of sinew where her neck met her shoulder.

  The position she was in made the hood of her clit peel back. Unerringly he found the exposed clit and stroked with a gentle expertise that drew a timorous sob from her.

  “Now we ride.” He kicked his horse into a gallop, and with each leaping bound she bounced on his cock, the pace of their loving set by the undulating back of their equine perch.

  With hands, mouth and cock he loved her. She couldn’t kiss or touch the spots she knew would inflame him. Therefore, she used what skills she could utilise.

  Naeme contracted and loosened her inner muscles, gripping the bulk and length of her lover’s cock. A little ability she had perfected and was so happy to employ. It added to her lover’s pleasure, drove him to thrust deeper, higher, harder, pushing her closer to that blissful mindlessness she thrived on.

  “By the Mother Earth’s bounty, you’re a sorceress.” He clasped her waist with his broad hands and plunged relentlessly into her.

  Naeme welcomed every thrust.

  Baylor shuddered as his control diminished. Anticipating his release, Naeme stroked her clit, pinching it with just enough pressure to trigger her orgasm. Her sheath clamped around Baylor’s cock, and he followed her into the free fall of ecstasy. With every gush of his juices she jolted and trembled, and Naeme came with an unrivalled completeness.

  With his cock still embedded inside her, he drew his horse to a halt by a stream. Holding her shuddering body to his, Baylor murmured against her ear, his voice raspy with his unabated desires.

  “If it’s like this when we’re not connected to the ground, I can’t wait to get you on your back on a bed of moss.”

  “Why wait? The night is young.” With a sultry laugh, she jumped from the horse’s back. She dived into the spring-fed pool and surface
d to float on her back.

  She’d make it a night Baylor would never forget, and help him create memories that would warm him on the nights when cold duty took precedence over pleasure. It was, after all, what she was good at doing.

  Chapter Four

  Baylor watched Naeme float on the surface of the water, her hair surrounding her like a silvery corona. She stared up at him from slumberous eyes glittering with sexually charged mischief, her long body flushed from the aftermath of their loving. He caught glimpses of the roseate nubs of her nipples, the flesh at the junction of her legs puffy and pinkened, no doubt a result of his rough handling. A part of him had wanted to be gentle. But there was something about Naeme that made you want to gorge yourself on her as if she was the last and best meal you’d ever have. He’d never hold her for long—Naeme was a thing of beauty that should never be netted and held captive.

  His cock sprang back to life, hardening with renewed vigour as if he hadn’t spilled his seed a mere few minutes ago. He’d never needed much time to recover, but after he’d quenched the first sharp bite of lust, his need usually abated somewhat. Yet his encounter with Naeme had left him with a craving for her, a wanting. He needed to taste, fondle and study her body in minute detail.

  Come the dawn, he’d know the taste of her lips, her pussy and her flesh. He’d study and explore the textures of her skin with his tongue and have the ability to differentiate the soft underside of her breasts from the plump flesh of her mons if he closed his eyes.

  He stripped himself of his weaponry and clothing. Baylor left himself unarmed for the first time since he had taken his oath of service a millennium ago. He had been freed from his duties, to indulge, bury himself in Naeme’s voluptuous body and fuck her over and over again until he reached the state of mindless bliss she had gifted him with before.

  He took a step into the water and absorbed its properties to have at his disposal if he needed them.

  Baylor laughed. He’d discarded his armaments of silver and steel, but he was still equipped to fight if the need should arise. Soldier-bred, he could fashion a weapon out of the most innocuous item or use what nature provided. Dealing with Naeme was like going into battle. She was a worthy opponent.