Obsessed (20 page)

Stefan stood completely naked in the candlelit room, with Vay, one of the serving wenches from the tavern, on her knees before him.

* * * * *

Jalen slipped into the cobbler’s, moving into the shadows as he sought his prey.

Like all Elvin males, he was muscular, tall and lithe. He moved with supple grace and easily blended in with his surroundings. If he were to run across an ordinary human, with a mere thought Jalen could erase the encounter from the person’s mind.

If Jalen were so careless, which he never was.

The corner of his mouth curved into a smile as he joined with the darkness behind Ranelle. She stood immobile in the hallway, just outside the backroom, her fascinated gaze locked on the couple within.

Jalen couldn’t help but find Ranelle lovely, what with her generous smile and quick wit. Her silver eyes usually sparkled with laughter and her mahogany tresses framed her oval features. And her body—large breasts with dark nipples, a slender waist and rounded curves he would enjoy exploring.

Aye, Ranelle was a beautiful, sensual creature, and would easily meld with the world she belonged in…once she learned of it.

For that matter she would fit perfectly into his own, the world of the Seraphine Elves. If they were mated, he would enjoy shaving the enrli symbol in the soft hair between her thighs, and painting a matching symbol on her forehead with the sacred dyes. And when he sank his cock into her, he would touch his forehead to hers, their enrli joining and enhancing their sexual pleasure.

But it was not to be. Destiny had other plans for them both.

He allowed a sigh to escape as he watched Ranelle’s breathing deepen, her arousal growing as she spied on the man and woman enjoying one another’s sexual pleasures.

* * * * *

Ranelle had a perfect side view of Stefan’s muscular body. Her mouth watered at the sight of his huge cock. It rose high and thick, and she wondered what it might feel like in her hand. Or in her mouth.

“You are so big, master,” Vay’s soft voice purred. She knelt before Stefan, her parchment skin pale next to his golden thighs. Vay’s blonde locks tumbled to her tiny waist, her small breasts rising high and her nipples pointed.

“Suck my cock, wench,” Stefan growled and raked his hand through his long brown hair. “And suck it the way I like it or I will determine a suitable punishment.”

“Yes, master.” Vay grinned and wrapped her hand around Stefan’s thick staff. He caught his breath as she licked the head of his cock and then slid her moist lips down his length.

Ranelle’s nipples tightened as she stared transfixed while the serving girl worked Stefan’s staff. Vay made small greedy sounds, begging without words for him to come.

“Harder, wench.” Stefan buried his fingers in her blonde hair and watched his cock move in and out of her mouth. “Suck harder!”

Vay looked up at him as he thrust into her. His body jerked and he shouted, and Ranelle knew that he was spilling his seed into Vay’s mouth.

Ranelle kept back in the shadows and moved her hands to her breasts, rubbing her palms over her taut nipples. She had grown damp between her thighs, and a fierce ache blossomed in her core. She knew she should leave, but she was too mesmerized and excited by what she was watching.

“You made me come too fast,” Stefan said in a menacing voice. “Stand and take your punishment, wench.”

“Yes, master.” Vay licked his seed from her lips as she stood.

Stefan grabbed her by the waist and bent down. Vay cried out as he took her nipple between his teeth and lightly bit it. She started to grab his muscular arms, but Stefan raised his head and said, “Do not touch me. You must remain motionless and serve your penance.” He leaned closer and lapped one of her nipples. “Do you understand, wench?”

Vay groaned as he placed his large hands over her breasts. “Yes.”

He squeezed her small mounds. “Yes, what?”

With a gasp she replied, “Yes, master!”

Stefan gave a devilish smile and suckled each of Vay’s nipples, his hands roaming her body, but staying clear of her woman’s curls.

“Touch me, please,” she begged. “Please, master!”

His muscles rippled as he picked her up by the waist and set her on a small table in the room. “Fondle your breasts, wench,” he ordered. “Spread your legs.”

Vay obeyed, pulling and twisting her nipples. Stefan knelt between her knees, leaned forward and ran his tongue along the inside of her thighs.

Ranelle barely kept from groaning aloud at the sight of Stefan so close to licking Vay’s pleasure center. Almost without thought, Ranelle moved one hand to the apex of her thighs and stroked her clit through the thin gown.

“Oh, gods,” Vay shrieked. “Taste me, master, please!”

Stefan gripped Vay’s hips tight and buried his face between her thighs.

Faster and faster Ranelle’s fingers worked her own clit through the cloth of her gown as she watched Stefan lick Vay. Ranelle’s knees almost gave out as she reached her climax, and she barely restrained a cry. In the next moment Vay screamed with her own orgasm, her hips bucking against Stefan’s face.

Even though her legs wobbled from the strength of her orgasm, Ranelle started to leave, afraid she would be caught spying. But she paused as Stefan said, “You need more punishment,” and raised himself to stand before the serving girl. Vay looked up at him, her eyes glazed from her climax and her breathing coming fast and shallow.

Vay licked her lips. “What will you do to me, master?”

“I’m going to fuck you, wench.” Stefan picked up Vay and she squealed as he turned her so that he had her bent over the table. “So hard that you’re going to feel my cock at the back of your throat.” He pressed his enormous erection against her smooth and firm backside. “You had better scream if you want any mercy.”

“Yes, master.” Vay pressed back against him. “I want you inside me.”

Ranelle caught her breath as she ran her hands over her own body.

Stefan wrapped his fingers around his cock and stroked Vay’s backside with it. “Beg, wench.”

“Fuck me, master.” Vay rubbed her breasts against the wooden table as she pressed against him. “Fuck me now!”

Stefan grinned and spread her thighs even wider. Vay screamed as he thrust deep inside her. “Yes. Gods, yes!” she cried.

Ranelle lifted the hem of her gown to her waist, this time sliding her fingers into her own wet folds. The thought of the man who had been following her came to mind and she imagined what it might feel like to have his hands on her body while he plunged his hard cock inside her and fucked her ’til she cried out with her climax.

“Who is your master?” Stefan shouted as he powered in and out of Vay’s wet channel.

“You are.” Vay gripped the edge of the table, her knuckles white from holding on while Stefan bored into her. “You’re my master, Stefan.”

“You’re my fuck.” He gave another savage growl. “Only mine. If another man touches you, I shall be forced to punish you again. Do you understand, wench?”       

Vay moaned.

“Answer me!” Stefan commanded and slammed into her even harder.

“Yes, master!” Vay shouted and then cried out as her body shuddered against the table.

Ranelle bit down on her lip, fighting to control her own cry as she reached her climax. Stefan pulled his cock out of Vay and grabbed it with his hand, milking the white fluid onto the serving girl’s buttocks.

Still flushed and lightheaded from her orgasm, Ranelle barely had the presence of mind to let her gown drop. She backed away from the small hallway to the front of the store, and then out the door into the moonlit night.

The new slippers could certainly wait ’til tomorrow.

* * * * *

Jalen smiled as he eased from the shadows of the cobbler’s and followed Ranelle through Fiorn’s darkened streets. When she had brushed past him, he’d caught her exotic scent of spice and vanilla, mingling with the smell of her sex, causing a hunger deep within him.

The bow slung over his shoulder and its quiver of arrows did not so much as rustle as the Elvin warrior moved. His footsteps were not even a breath of sound as he silently trailed his prey. After watching Ranelle pleasure herself, his cock throbbed, but he had no time for release.

He watched Ranelle meet up with the Tanzinite maid, not far from the tavern. From the stables behind the tavern came a snort and whicker from Aric’s stallion, followed by an answering howl from the wolf Toen, also known as the Overseer.

Aric, Jalen’s Nordain brother-at-arms, was in raven form atop the tavern’s roof. The King of the Nordain would be concerned that Jalen had not made contact, but there was nothing to be done about it.

Jalen had his own orders from the Seraphine Council, and although he did not enjoy keeping secrets from Aric, in this regard he answered to a higher power. To Queen Yanea and to the goddess herself. It was important to the future of all the beings of Dair that Aric alone rescue Liana and spirit her away.

It had fallen upon Jalen to safeguard Ranelle and for now to keep her identity from Aric. If Aric knew that the gishla was his sister who had been missing since she was a toddler, he might forsake the Tanzinite maid in order to save Ranelle.

And all could be lost.

The Council had deemed it necessary that Aric’s brother Renn return to Phoenicia, yet they had failed to inform Aric, for reasons not given to Jalen. Ranelle was Renn’s sister, too, and Jalen wondered why the young Nordain male had not been chosen to retrieve her.

Jalen narrowed his gaze as he silently followed Ranelle and the Tanzinite maid. More was at work here, and more at stake than even he was aware of.

Reaching out with his mind and his hearing, Jalen listened to their conversation and frowned.

I—we must all go now,
Liana told Ranelle in thought.

“A vision?” Ranelle asked aloud.

The Tanzinite maid hesitated.
No…more a feeling.

Jalen could sense Ranelle’s incredulity as she responded, “A feeling?”

Something is watching us, halia.
The Tanzinite maid paused as she glanced to the sky.
We best get inside. Now!

The pair slipped into the noisy din of the tavern and Jalen’s gaze moved to the rooftop where he could see Aric’s raven form outlined in the moonlight, and the slight glitter of the ruby in his dagger. The women could have been aware of Aric’s or Jalen’s presence, but his senses told him otherwise—

The irani were approaching.

Just as Yanea had forewarned.

* * * * *

Ranelle danced atop the platform in the center of the room, her body swaying and hips undulating in an erotic rhythm. Men pressed close, the malodor of their sweat, mixed with the smell of sour ale, almost unbearable. She could feel heat from their bodies as they shouted and reached for her.

“Take it all off, wench,” one man called out.

“I gotta cock fer ya to suck on,” another man yelled. “I’ll wager yer a good fuck.”

Ranelle let their shouts slide past her ears as always, and instead concentrated on working the magic of her dance that kept her safe. As long as she retained her focus, no man would think to act upon his carnal desires and actually touch her without her consent.

While she danced, she watched a raven-headed man thread his way through the crowd toward Liana, where she stood as she told fortunes. A vision flashed through Ranelle’s mind of Liana naked with the man between her thighs as he fucked her.

In that instant, Ranelle’s senses told her that without a doubt Liana would be safe with the dark stranger. He would never allow her to be harmed. A shudder of premonition gripped Ranelle, and she knew with absolute certainty that Liana would need the man’s help.

Soon.

Ranelle frowned as the dark haired man turned and strode back out the tavern door. Why had he left?

A hand on Ranelle’s ankle startled her from her thoughts and dragged her attention to the man at her feet. She had allowed her concentration to waver and Stefan had seized the moment to break through her defenses. Now dressed in a leather tunic and breeches, he grinned up at her as she tried to continue her dance.

“Let go, Stefan,” Ranelle said as she threw her mahogany curls over her shoulder.

“You forgot your slippers at my shop.” Stefan eased his hand from his ankle to her knee, laughter in his blue eyes. “Now why would you do that when you had me keep the shop open for you this eve?”

Ranelle’s cheeks burned as she recalled the image of Stefan’s cock sliding inside Vay, and the serving girl’s cries as she begged him to fuck her.

Leaning closer, Stefan moved his hand up Ranelle’s leg to the inside of her thigh. His palm was hot against her flesh, and so close to the apex of her thighs that she could scarcely think much less concentrates on her magic.

“Next time,” he said as he stroked her thigh, “you should join us.” He gave her a sinful grin. “I’d like nothing more than to fuck you and Vay at the same time.”

Ranelle went rigid with mortification. He knew. The whole time he had planned for her to walk in on him and Vay, and he had enjoyed knowing Ranelle was watching them.

“I’ll even let you call me master.” He brushed his fingertips against the curls along her folds.

Fury rose up in Ranelle and warmth spiraled inside her, shooting through her limbs as she clenched her fists. “You—you bastard!”

Stefan yanked his hand away from her as though he had been burned, a strange expression coming over his face. Just as Ranelle brought her bare foot back, intent on kicking the man’s teeth in, a scream shattered the noise of the tavern.

Liana.

The room went silent as all attention was riveted on her. Ranelle held her breath while she watched the raven-headed man rush back into the tavern, trying to force his way through the crowd toward Liana.

“The Sorcerer’s devils!” shouted a woman. “They be coming for us!”

Everything seemed to slow down to Ranelle, even as chaos erupted in the tavern and irani shrieks filled the air. Her first instinct was to go to Liana, but Ranelle’s senses told her that her halia was safe with the dark stranger, and that Liana would escape.

An even stronger emotion seared Ranelle as flames spread through the room and irani landed on the rooftop—