Claimed by the Elven King: Part Two (3 page)

“Do elves like to bite?” I asked a bit breathlessly even though we
hadn’t even kissed yet.

“This one does,” he said with a growl as he lowered his head farther
down and bit down a little harder into the softer flesh of my breast before moving
to take my nipple into his mouth.

Sethian’s tongue quickly had my already hardened nub aching almost
painfully with sensory overload as I closed my eyes and began to rub myself
slowly against his swelling cock, wanting to pleasure him, too. He hummed in
encouragement and cupped my buttocks to pull me tighter against him, allowing
for more friction as the sensual rocking of my hips automatically began to
speed up to match my rising excitement.

He released my breast with a wet
pop
and roughly claimed my
lips, seemingly trying to suck out all the breath from my lungs while his
fingers playfully kneaded my ass cheeks. I eagerly sucked on his tongue as my
thrusts against his sex became more erratic and firm.

Then his hands suddenly seized my hips, forcing me to still my
movements. He lifted me up slightly from his lap and abruptly thrust his cock
up into me all the way to the hilt, swallowing my sharp gasp of surprise.

I pulled away from the kiss as he began to thrust and breathed
urgently, “Wait…!”

I saw concern flash briefly in his eyes as he immediately stilled, but
I smiled and brushed my lips gently against his. “Let me,” I said, my voice low
and soft, and sounding completely unlike me.

His answering smile was so beautiful that I think I lost myself in the
sheer magnitude of it for a moment, but a soft caress of his fingers against my
cheek brought me back to the here and now. The elven king was making me fall
hard for him, and at that point in time, I really wasn’t sure if that was a
good thing.

Our last coupling had been somewhat frenzied and rudely interrupted. If
this incredible being was to be my one and only husband, then I wanted to take
my time getting to know his body, to watch his expressions. I wanted to experience
something akin to the glow of excitement a newlywed couple experienced because
I didn’t know how long I could have him. I didn’t know how he really felt about
me. That strange window to his emotions I had experienced before was
conspicuously absent right now, so I only had my eyes to rely on.

Once I was pregnant, would he still want to spend time with me?

I slowly rolled my hips while impaling myself on his hard cock over and
over again, forcing myself to look into his rather intense eyes before he half-closed
them in an expression of pleasure and leaned over to taste my lips once again. I
slipped my fingers through the hair spilling over his shoulder, following the
long strands down his back and then teasingly tracing the curves and valleys of
his muscles back up to his shoulders with the pads of my fingertips. He
shivered, and something within me seemed to tighten with a tangle of
complicated emotions.

Even at this slower, more tender pace, I came rather quickly, squeezing
his member tightly in reaction to the pleasurable spasms of my orgasm and
making him groan. I swallowed that sound greedily as if it were ambrosia.
However, I didn’t feel the expected flood of warmth from his release, and for a
moment, I was upset that I hadn’t managed to make him climax as I had intended.
But then he suddenly stood up with his arms still wrapped tightly around me,
and all thoughts fled as I hastily wrapped my legs around his waist and grabbed
onto his neck to keep from sliding off both his lap and his member.

With his cock still a hot iron bar within me, Sethian waded over to the
center of the pool where the water was a little deeper, reaching up to the top
of his shoulders. His hands lowered down to grab my ass again, and my eyes
widened at his first, powerful thrust. The water around us began to slosh and
splash noisily with each forceful plunge into my tight warmth, and I threw my
head back and cried out with abandon, the buoyancy of the water making me feel
like I was literally floating on cloud nine.

His huge cock seemed to reach even deeper into me in this position, hitting
and rubbing against sensitive areas I had never known I possessed. Shock after
shock of pleasure zipped through my body like an electric current with every
thrust, making me inadvertently dig my fingernails into his back until he
winced—something I would feel guilty about later when my entire being wasn’t so
drunk on pleasure. When I could
think
…

I soon climaxed again with a shout that I would definitely be
embarrassed about later, but even at such a brutal pace, I marveled that my
elven lover still hadn’t been satisfied, that he still hadn’t had enough of my
body as he continued to plow into my passage with a rather intense look on his
face as if suddenly determined to make me cry out like that again.

Even as my body was still shuddering in the aftermaths of my orgasm, a
pointed ear caught my attention while Sethian sucked hard on my neck, and I
couldn’t resist reaching my mouth up to nip the tip.

As before, the elf jerked as if he had suddenly been tasered. The look
in his eyes when he lifted his head was almost scary, his pupils so dilated
with lust that only a sliver of green was still visible. The next thing I knew,
Sethian was moving us over to the nearest edge of the pool. He pulled me off
his cock, turned me around, and bent me over until the hard rim pressed a bit
uncomfortably into my stomach, my arms splayed out in front of me.

He wasted no time in roughly thrusting back into me from behind before
I could even really secure my footing, his fingers digging into my hips so
strongly that I was positive I would have bruises later, and proceeded to pound
into me as if he was suddenly desperate for release and had lost all reason. My
fingers scrambled frantically over the slick marble trying to find something to
hold onto as my body was pushed forward over and over with each deep, powerful
thrust.

The elf’s behavior should have scared me to death, but once again, my
traitorous body decided his sudden loss of control was hot as hell, and I felt my
arousal building towards an explosion for a third time. When that explosion
finally did happen as Sethian gave one last, brutal thrust, I’m pretty sure I
blacked out for a minute or two because the resulting spasms had gone beyond
pleasure into the realm of something very close to pain. I suddenly found
myself gasping for air that didn’t seem to be there anymore and crying while
Sethian had already withdrawn his member from me and was in the process of
pulling me up and back into his arms.

I immediately turned around and buried my face into his wet chest,
scrunching my eyes tightly in an attempt to stop my tears and gain control of
myself. I was trembling so hard, it was almost as if the water surrounding us
had abruptly turned ice cold.

His arms tightened around me. “Come,” he said softly. “Let us sit and
talk for a moment.”

I nodded and allowed him to lead me back towards the underwater bench
we had started out on.

“I apologize,” he said as he cuddled me against his chest.

I had calmed down considerably now that I was sitting comfortably sideways
on his lap, and with both his warm, silky arms and the warmth of the water
enveloping me, I was feeling drowsy and pleasant.

I shook my head, and looked up to see him frowning down at me, his eyes
almost glowing in their intensity. “But it was my fault, wasn’t it? Because I
touched your ear?”

“It was my fault alone for not explaining the—consequences of touching
them.”

“But it’s not like you hurt me!” I protested.

He raised an eyebrow. “You were crying,” he said pointedly, his frown
deepening.

“I was just—overwhelmed,” I insisted, feeling my cheeks heat up in
embarrassment. “Before you, I’ve never experienced anything close to…” I
trailed off with a shrug, still shy even after everything we had done.

He sighed. “Once aroused, it is very easy for me to forget that I am
bedding a human, more so if my ears are involved. A
Sidhe’s
ears are
extremely sensitive when we are already sexually aroused, even more so than our
sexual organs. Touching my ear with your mouth was very much like taking my
cock into your mouth, only doubly so. The instinct to mate becomes
overpowering.”

I covered my face with a moan. I
knew
I shouldn’t have touched
his ears.

“I’m sorry,” I blurted out through my fingers.

Sethian gently pulled my hands away from my face and kissed me softly,
a sweet, closed-mouth press of his lips. “You mustn’t think I am angry.” He
grinned mischievously. “In fact, I am flattered that you find my ears so
fascinating that you could not resist touching them. Limira, well, it is not
something she has ever done for me.”

Once again, I felt my chest tighten with a surge of jealousy. I really
didn’t want to think about Sethian sleeping with the queen—ever—but especially
not right now after Sethian and I had just finished having the most incredible sex
ever.

He sighed again, and absently rubbed his hand gently over my abdomen.
“I should have been more careful. You could very well already be with child,
and taking you so roughly could have endangered you both.”

I stiffened, reminded once more of the very large, neon-pink elephant
in the room. “Do you really think it’s going to happen so soon?” I asked
quietly.

“I certainly hope so,” he replied, his sincerity and excitement
stabbing into me like twin knives to the heart.

That he rubbed his hand affectionately across my stomach again was just
the sour icing on the cake. I closed my eyes tightly, wondering for the
thousandth time how my life had ended up so convoluted and out of my control.

Perhaps sensing my turmoil—maybe even quite literally—he seemed content
to just sit there cuddling me in the pool as a peaceful silence fell over us,
and despite all the questions I had wanted to ask from the moment I had
awakened alone in that huge bed, I was content to just leave things as they were
for the moment.

After all, there was always tomorrow…

The equivalent to a human earth month later, I would have given
anything to be having that unsettling conversation again.

As soon as Sethian had escorted me back to the rooms that were now
essentially my new apartment, he had left to attend to his duties, leaving me
to have lunch with only Lariel. Although I was more upset about it than I had wanted
to admit, I was happy that I at least had Lariel to keep me company until I
could see him again.

The only problem was that he
still
hadn’t come back.

Lariel told me not to worry, that the king had many duties that often
kept him away from the palace, that the passage of time was perceived differently
by the
Sidhe
, but I was still irritated that he hadn’t at least sent me
a message or something to let me know that he wouldn’t be back for a while. As
the days turned into weeks, my irritation gradually shifted to mild anxiety,
then finally to full-out worry that my initial fears of being no more than a
viable womb to the elven king were only too warranted.

I struggled not to let my fears show to Lariel, instead trying to
distract myself from my growing anger—and if I were completely honest,
despair—by asking her and the other two elf sisters that had arrived to serve
as ladies-in-waiting a little bit after I last saw Sethian as many questions
about the elven realm and its many protocols and customs as I could. They had
also begun to teach me the elven language, a dialect so incomprehensible and
unpronounceable to my human tongue that I despaired of ever learning it. I had
never been good with languages.

It helped immensely that the three women were genuinely friendly and
quite curious about the human realm in return. Otherwise, I probably would have
curled up into a ball of misery after only a few days alone with only my dark
thoughts and fears to keep me occupied.

Today we were having an elven version of tea out on the balcony. After
assuring me that the wind wouldn’t be a problem, it had become my favorite
place, other than the private garden that the king had apparently given me as a
marriage gift, to visit with the elf women whom I now considered as friends.
The balcony had also become a favored place to think (worry) when I was alone.

“So next year, you won’t have to work
at all
?” I asked Lariel in
disbelief.

She nodded seriously. “It’s custom. Long ago, our families tied
themselves to the fortunes of the royal family. In exchange for our service, we
are allowed to set up residence within a single wing of the palace, itself.
Starting at age twenty, we begin working in whatever position we have grown up
preparing to fulfill.”

“One year of service. One year of rest,” Saeria cut in. “At least for
those who serve within the royal household. The pact is different for those who
wish to serve in governance or in one of the many trades.”

She was the more outspoken of the two elf sisters. They looked like
identical twins, but Saeria had just laughed when I had asked and said she was
two hundred years older than her sister, Rinwen. The admission had floored me
as the elf sisters looked to be around sixteen years old, as did Lariel. I
still hadn’t worked up the nerve to ask any of them their true ages. For all I
knew, all of them, even Sethian who looked to be around mid-twenties at the
most, could have been thousands of years old. Sethian had certainly spoken of
centuries as if they were nothing.

Of course, I was going by human standards of aging. So far I hadn’t met
more than a handful of elves, just my ladies-in-waiting, the queen, a couple of
bath attendants, and a few rotating guards—not an ideal pool to draw a
comparison.