Obsessed (11 page)

The Elvin woman soaped Liana’s tresses to their ends. “Your lust for the Nordain ruler must be tempered. You cannot mate with the King again until the Council can make a determination on a course of action.”

“But—” Liana gasped as Tirnac reached around to soap her buttocks, pressing his massive chest against her breasts.

The Elvin man smiled. “You will not be able to vision properly if you are not relaxed, and your desires lessened, at least temporarily.”

Angelei tilted Liana’s head back, rinsing the soap from her tresses, while Tirnac rinsed the soap from her body. The sensation of being washed by the two Elves—combined with the headiness of the orlai—was so erotic that Liana couldn’t believe how incredibly aroused she was.

She wanted Aric deep within her, and she wanted him now.

As Angelei finished rinsing Liana’s hair, she felt a warm mouth fasten on her nipple and begin suckling. At the same time Liana gasped and saw Tirnac laving at her nipple, she felt Angelei’s breasts rub across her back—and then the Elvin woman slipped her hand between Liana’s thighs.

“What—oh, my gods.” Liana was so aroused by the experience and flushed from the orlai, that she could hardly think straight.

“This will help to clear your mind,” Tirnac murmured as he moved to her other nipple. “Mutual pleasure between men and women is a part of the goddess’s blessings.”

Liana couldn’t help but give herself up to the sensations. She slipped her hands into Tirnac’s silky hair and held him by his pointed ears as he licked one nipple and Angelei fondled the other. He slid two long fingers inside Liana’s folds as Angelei stroked Liana’s throbbing nub.

“You are so fair, Tanzinite maid,” Tirnac murmured as he suckled her.

Angelei pressed her lips to the back of Liana’s neck. “Aye, she is lovely,” the Elvin woman agreed.

Tirnac’s cock pressed against Liana’s thigh, but he made no move to enter her. “We do not enter one who has a heartmate,” Tirnac said as though he had read Liana’s thoughts.

Even in her frenzied state of mind, Liana was thankful. Aric was the only man she desired to bond with in that manner. It was Aric’s cock she wished was inside her right at that moment, thrusting and pounding into her. She imagined that Tirnac’s fingers were Aric’s and that the mouth on her breast was his, too.

With a scream, Liana came. She would have collapsed into the pool if not for Angelei and Tirnac. They held her and stroked her hair and her body as they brought her to the shore and settled her into a cushioned chair that was so soft Liana wanted to fall asleep in it.

But when she saw Tirnac take Angelei into his arms—at the foot of the chair she was sitting in—Liana couldn’t tear her eyes from them.

“You are as beautiful as the goddess,” Tirnac murmured as he kissed Angelei’s full lips. He moved his skillful mouth to her nipples, licking and biting them until the raspberry peaks were hard and dark red.

“Ah, Tirnac. I welcome you within,” Angelei whispered, adding soft words in a foreign tongue while she stroked Tirnac’s cock with her long fingers, and as she watched him suckle her. A symbol glittered in the hair around Tirnac’s thick staff, matching the one on his forehead.

Liana squirmed on the chair, unable to take her eyes from the lovemaking. She couldn’t believe how aroused she was as she watched the couple. She really wished Aric was there, and that she was taking his full, throbbing cock inside of her.

Unable to bear the incredible tension building within her, Liana spread her legs wide and eased her fingers between her thighs and stroked herself. Her wet hair caressed her shoulders as she tweaked and pinched her own nipple, her excitement mounting as the Elvin woman got down on all fours on the grass beside the lake.

Tirnac knelt behind Angelei and clenched her slender hips with his large hands. She cried out, ecstasy written across her face, as Tirnac thrust into her from behind.

The movement of Liana’s hands intensified as she watched Tirnac’s large cock sliding in and out of Angelei. The couple’s cries of passion rose, escalating the feelings swirling inside Liana. Harder and harder Tirnac pounded into Angelei, the sound of his skin slapping hers becoming louder and louder. Angelei’s breasts swayed as Tirnac filled her, and she shouted at him to thrust into her as deep as he could go.

It was too much—Liana came, her body pulsating with pleasure, and moments later Angelei and Tirnac both shouted as they climaxed.

Liana was still riding the waves of her orgasm when Tirnac knelt between her thighs and slid his fingers inside her.

“Again?” she gasped, somehow wanting more, yet wondering if she should.

“’Tis our custom,” Angelei said as she settled beside Liana on the chair. “You are required to be properly prepared. Your mind must be relaxed and free to do the Council’s bidding.”

Before Liana could respond, the Elvin woman brought her mouth to Liana’s nipple, and Tirnac buried his face between her thighs.

And then Liana was too lost in the sensations to question anything.

Hours later, when Liana had experienced more orgasms than she thought any one person could have in an entire moon cycle, she was so exhausted she was sure she could sleep for a week. But Angelei and Tirnac escorted her back to the bedchamber, and finished her preparations for the meeting. She had to admit that between the orlai and the orgasms she was very relaxed.

The Elves combed Liana’s tresses until they glittered like silver moonbeams. Angelei put a circlet of gold upon Liana’s brow. At the front of the circlet was a blood red stone that matched the one in Aric’s dagger.

“Are you certain I cannot wear something when I go to this meeting?” Liana asked as Angelei rubbed a sparkling perfumed powder onto Liana’s back.

Tirnac smiled and administered the powder to Liana’s well-suckled nipples. “’Tis not done. No one wears clothing here.”

Liana caught her breath at the feeling of his palms on her sensitive breasts. “Will Aric be there?”

“Aye.” Angelei placed the container of powder onto a small table. “The King is being prepared as you are.”

“Prepared?” A wave of jealousy rose up in Liana, a feeling so intense that it shocked her. The thought of anyone else sucking his cock and bringing him to orgasm was too much. What if he filled an Elvin maid the way he filled her?

Liana’s face burned anew as she realized she had just enjoyed climax after climax at the hands—and mouths—of these Elves.

Was Aric enjoying his preparation?

Would he feel the same overriding feelings of possessiveness at the thought of her enjoying such pleasure with anyone but him?

It took seven Elvin warriors to hold Aric to the floor, pry his jaws open and pour the orlai into his mouth.

“Many apologies, my Lord,” Damianne said with a devious grin as she stood over him, the enrli symbols glittering on her forehead and in the black hair between her thighs. The nude Elvin maid’s breasts swayed as she crouched and slid a tube filled with orlai to the back of his throat and released the liquid. “You know it must be done.” She backed away when she finished giving him the dose, waiting for the potion to take effect.

The strawberry ginger taste burned Aric’s throat, and he coughed as he struggled against the hands and bodies of the males holding him down. His muscles bunched with fury. By the gods! If he had known the Elves would insist upon the Con’tu’a, he would never have brought Liana here.

The ache from the gash on his forehead faded as the warm liquid flowed through his body. Aric relaxed against his will and his thoughts swam. The Elvin bastards must have given him an extra dose of the orlai. The naked warriors laughed as they released him, each rubbing a jaw, arm, or other body part where Aric had managed to land a blow as he attempted to fight them off.

As the warriors left the bedchamber, Kerriel, a beautiful green-eyed and golden-haired Elvin warrior, moved beside his prone position and Aric smelled her woman’s scent. Her enrli symbol was shaved into the shorn blonde hair between her thighs and tattooed on her forehead, and like Damianne’s the symbols glittered and matched the color of her eyes.

Kerriel bent and grasped Aric’s hand. “Come now, you big Nordain oaf.”

Damianne took his other hand and the two Elvin women helped Aric to his feet. “’Tis time for your preparations,” Damianne said with laughter in her voice.

“I require no damn preparations.” Aric glared at Damianne, but his words came out slurred and he stumbled into Kerriel.

The Elvin maid giggled and pressed her lithe body to his, her nipples pebble-hard against his chest. “’Tis our way, as you well know, my Lord.” Kerriel stroked his thick cock that lengthened at her touch. “And your desire for the Tanzinite maid must be leashed until the Council makes its determination.”

Damianne’s long fingers eased through the soft hair around his bollocks. “If your lust is not reined, you might interfere with Liana’s Seer’s visions.”

Aric shuddered with longing for his zjenni. It had been two days since their arrival in Seraphine. He had not been allowed to go near her, not even once, despite his rantings, ravings and threats. He needed to understand why she had tried to leave him, and then make love to her until she was senseless and neither of them could walk for a week.

“Liana,” Aric mumbled in his orlai stupor, “I must see her.”

 “In good time.” Damianne pulled Aric from the bedside, through a doorway, and into a bathing room. “She is being prepared as we speak.”

Fury whirled within Aric and tried to rise at the thought of anyone bringing Liana to orgasm but him, however the orlai kept his emotions and his body in check. He knew his anger was irrational, that this was part of Elvin culture and the only way they believed a Seer could experience the purest visions. But gods knew he wanted only his hands on Liana’s body, and not another male’s.

Kerriel held tight to Aric’s other arm, pushing him forward with one of her small hands to his back. The orlai mixture they had given him was so strong that he could barely walk, much less struggle against the women. And he wouldn’t want to hurt one of them in his fit of need to get to Liana.

Steam rose from the mineral water, heated from underground hot springs. Damianne and Kerriel escorted Aric down three steps and to the edge of the bath. As he stood, the two Elvin maidens began soaping him with a sandalwood-scented potion. He flinched as Damianne washed the wound across his back, a memento of his battle with the irani. The stinging faded as Aric closed his eyes and imagined it was Liana’s hands upon his chest, his buttocks…the hair around his bollocks and on his cock.

The Elves were beings of pleasure, and like the customs of his own people, it was not uncommon to share those pleasures with other than one’s heartmate, except for intercourse—once a man had found his heartmate he would never enter another woman.

Yet now that he had found his own heartmate, Aric had no desire to experience any pleasure with anyone but his zjenni.

However, his body couldn’t help but be aroused from the combination of the orlai, his carnal thoughts of Liana, and the naked Elvin maids caressing and stroking his body.

When he felt warmth and a sucking pressure on his cock, he opened his eyes to see Kerriel on her knees in the shallow water, taking his staff deep in her throat. “Mmmm…give me all of you, my Lord.”

“You have enjoyed our ministrations many times before,” Black-haired Damianne said as moved behind Kerriel, pressing her breasts against the blonde Elvin woman’s back. Damianne’s amethyst eyes glittered. “You filled each of us with your cock several times on your last visit.”

“But not now that I have found my heartmate,” Aric replied through clenched teeth as Kerriel applied harder pressure on his staff.

Imagining that it was Liana who sucked his cock, Aric thrust into the Elvin maid’s mouth, and then cried out as he came in her throat. Kerriel moaned with her own orgasm while she sucked down Aric’s seed, and smiled as her forest green eyes met his.

Before Aric had a chance to catch his breath, Damianne traded places with Kerriel. “My turn to relieve you of your stress and taste your seed, my King,” Damianne murmured. She clenched her fingers into his buttocks as she lowered her head and brought his staff to hardness once again.

Kerriel pleasured Damianne, taking her to her climax as the brunette worked her magic on Aric’s cock.

As Aric came again, his thoughts were only of Liana.

* * * * *

Angelei and Tirnac escorted Liana through long winding halls lit by countless golden orbs. The orlai still flowed in Liana’s veins, making her feel as though she was drifting down the hallway. Knowing that in moments she would stand before the Seraphine Council, her belly fluttered as though hundreds of damselflies danced within.

What would the Council determine her fate to be? And Aric’s?

Would he be angry with her for attempting to flee when she had given him her word to stay?

She pressed her fist to her bare belly, as if it might stop the fluttering sensation. “Will I see Aric now?”

“Perhaps.” Angelei shrugged. “It seems he was not altogether willing to participate in the preparations.” She grinned over Liana’s head at Tirnac. “But with a little assistance, he finally did what was required of him.”

Liana frowned, uncertain as to how she should feel about those comments. Thrilled that he was unwilling? Or jealous that he had succumbed to another woman’s touch?

The moment she walked into the Council Chambers, Liana felt Aric’s eyes upon her. Pausing mid-step, she snapped her gaze to where he stood across the room. All of the longing filling her soul was mirrored in his black eyes, even though his expression was stern. He was so handsome standing in his naked splendor, his arms crossing his massive chest, his cock thick and full the instant their eyes met.

She noticed the gash across his forehead, and her Seer’s instincts told her that she had been the cause.

An apology rose like a swarm of bees within her breast. Aric, I am—

“You cannot speak with the King.” Angelei grabbed Liana’s arm and tugged her toward the center of the chamber. The Elvin woman’s voice had turned hard, so unlike how she had been in the bedchamber and at the lake. “Not in thought or otherwise. Keep your eyes on the Council chairs only.”