Winterland Destiny (3 page)

By the gods, her taste was sweet, his desire for her grew and he began to mentally count the hours until he could sheathe himself within her.

This faerie held a dangerous magic. The magic to enrapture him, to release emotions he’d held too long in check. Garick vowed to push back any thoughts of warmth or love where she was concerned.

After consummation, after he’d had his fill of her, he would have to turn her over to Roarke.

For the protection of his own people, of course. A king could not be consumed with his bride. And Garick was fearful that Noele would consume his every thought.

Noele was awash in indescribable sensations. Her body arched against Garick’s questing tongue. She couldn’t have fought him if she wanted to. By the heavens above, she did not want to! His tongue was magic, his breath hot against her throbbing pussy.

Lick me , she begged silently, hoping somehow her mental message would get through to him.

For a second she’d forgotten he was elvin and telepathic, because he chuckled low in his throat, then bathed her with his long, moist tongue.

Her legs shook. She was barely able to stand with her limbs spread apart and Garick doing deliciously wicked things to her clit. Without thinking, she brought forth her wings and flapped furiously for balance.

Garick reared back and regarded her, then stood. Noele could have cried out at the loss of his burning tongue on her flesh, but kept silent, wondering if he was finished inspecting her. Surely he wouldn’t leave her like this, aroused and unfulfilled. Could he not see what he’d done to her?

Please, more. Don’t stop now .

She hovered face to face with him, his eyes dark as the night sky.

“Would you like to come, my betrothed?” he asked in a voice so low it reverberated through her senses.

“Yes, Garick, I would.” He flamed her sexuality like she’d never been able to do for herself. Even watching faeries fucking in the glen had not excited her as much as this tall elvin had.

“And would you be equally receptive to pleasing me?” Her eyes widened and she glanced down at his breeches, noticing the huge bulge. So, he was as aroused as she. The thought gave her a great deal of pleasure. His shaft pressed hard and insistently against the material, as if struggling to be free.

She wanted this, wanted to taste a man, to feel his hard shaft in her hand, to stroke him and lick him until he bathed her body with his essence.

Mental images of wrapping her lips around his heated cock almost made her come, but she held back, wanting Garick to lick her honey when the time came.

“Oh, I will, my faerie princess. I will taste every drop of your sweet come.” He flipped open the button of his breeches and said, “And you will taste mine.” When he spread open his breeches, his cock sprang forth from the dark, curling bush of hair surrounding it. Thicker and longer than any tubara she’d ever seen, her mouth watered at the sight. Then she looked up at him. Garick’s pupils dilated when she licked her lips, and she suddenly realized her power to captivate.

She might be slight in stature, her powers no match for the elvin king. She may be forced by destiny to bend to his will and do his bidding as his bride, but she wielded sorcery of her own…with her mouth, her hands and her pussy. A sudden desire to use what magic she possessed to enrapture Garick had her wondering. Why would she suddenly have such interest in captivating him?

Perhaps because when they met he’d shown very little interest in her? Other than arching his brow, the entire evening had been dictated by custom and Garick had followed through with very little emotion.

Until now. And the thought that he hadn’t been immediately enraptured by her stung worse than the bite of the bramble bush.

Faerie were all beautiful, seductive creatures, admired and desired by men and women from every kingdom. Noele was used to being pursued and having lavish praise given to her beauty and her magic.

Admittedly, his disinterest had made her wary. She feared he would give her to Roarke after their consummation, as was his right.

What do I care which man keeps me? I will still be queen, and as such my people will be protected .

Which was the only reason she allowed this to happen. By all that was magic, she did not care for having no say in her future, and yet it was the way of her people.

She could have run, hidden away somewhere, instead of being forced to marry a man she did not know.

A man who had the choice to keep her or give her to another.

But she didn’t. Noele was not a coward. She would not turn away from her duty.

So, she would please him and in turn allow him to please her. For the sake of her people, of course. The merger between faerie and elvin in the northern lands was vital to maintain their magical stronghold over the wizards of the North. And that was the only reason she’d play this game of seduction and sex with him.

“Your mind stays busy, Noele. Would you like to share?” Forcing her thoughts deep inside herself, she shook her head. “I only care to share my body with you, and ask that you let me taste your hardened flesh.” His chest rose with his sharp intake of breath. “Curious?”

“Very.”

He offered her the first smile she’d seen, a wickedly sensual curving of his lips that took her breath away. “Good. That pleases me. Let me satisfy your curiosity.” She glanced to the corner of the room to see Roarke staring at them. Rather than unnerving her, it excited her to know he watched. How strange these elvin customs were. Her eyes caught and held his, and he smiled. Roarke’s erection was clearly outlined against his tight breeches. His lips curled slowly, so wickedly seductive she trembled. She offered him her own smile in return.

Garick spoke. “If you wish, Roarke will obtain release also.” She kept her eyes focused on Roarke, her senses afire with the knowledge that these two men wanted her. And that, for once, she could make the choice. Roarke’s gaze burned into hers, his eyes filled with sensual promise. Oh yes, she wanted to watch him stroke himself to a climax. “Yes, I wish it.”

“But he will not touch you. It is not allowed,” Garick said.

She must remember to keep her mind closed to Garick, lest he think she desired his protector instead of him. Nay, only one man held her attention, her every desire. The thought surprised her, given she had barely met Garick. And yet he compelled her, enticed her, and she wanted him with all her being. Roarke was merely added fuel to her flame of arousal. She wanted to watch him, and to know he watched her.

“I wish to see you naked,” she said, turning her attention back to her betrothed. She pulled at his tunic and breeches, eager to feast her eyes upon his body. Her wings whisked her hair into her face as she fluttered about, yanking at his clothing.

When she had undressed him, she stood back, admiring that which would be hers very shortly. He was magnificent. A perfect body, strong, tapered at the waist and muscular in the thighs. Well muscled in the cock, too, she noticed, her eyes focusing on his jutting erection.

She glanced over at Roarke. He’d opened his breeches and exposed his cock. She licked her lips when she saw it, imagining what would happen very soon. He wrapped his hand around the shaft and stroked slowly, his heavy-lidded gaze trained on her. Her cunt tightened with pleasure.

Garick spoke, capturing her attention with his dark, husky voice. “Come, faerie princess, and wrap your mouth around me before I explode.”

She fluttered toward him, intent on dropping to her knees. But instead, he reached for her waist and turned her upside down, her face in line with his cock and his hot breath against her damp pussy.

Her wings kept her afloat even when his mouth came down on her clit and swiped against her pussy lips.

She cried out, unable to wait any longer for a taste of him.

Nuzzling the mat of hair at the juncture of his thighs, she licked the twin sacs dangling tight and hard underneath his shaft, rewarded with his groan.

He smelled of the crisp, fresh outdoors, flaming her senses and calling to mind images of the earthy forest. Had he ventured into D’Naath, she would have wanted to take him at the forest glen, where the cool streams would bathe their heated bodies.

But she was here and overjoyed at the prospect of tasting her first man. And what a man he was. She licked the side of his shaft, her tongue rolling over the length of his heavy cock. When she reached the tip, she took him in her mouth.

“By all that’s magical!” He groaned when she engulfed him. She lapped at the salty drops of his pre-come that spilled over her tongue.

The dual contrast of his velvety hard texture in her mouth and his soft tongue licking at her folds sent sparks of pleasure shooting between her legs. She moaned against his cock and he thrust harder against her mouth.

Truly this was heaven! This wicked, double sensation of tasting and being tasted. Garick was a master with his mouth and tongue, darting the tip in and out of her dripping cunt, lapping up her juices and eliciting more. She could not bear it! Every time he touched her, she took his shaft in deeply, suckling his cock and reaching for his sacs to gently caress and tug them. In turn, he licked greedily at her throbbing clit.

She might die from the pleasure.

“Pet my cock, faerie,” he rasped. “Stroke me and suck me at the same time.” She lifted her mouth from him and wound her fingers around his swollen shaft, sliding her fingers up and down while licking his cockhead with quick swipes of her tongue.

Suddenly, Garick turned her upright and pulled her down on top of him on the carpet in front of the fireplace.

“Now. Straddle my face and suck me.”

Without hesitation, she did as he asked, turning herself and lowering her pussy onto his waiting mouth.

She arched her back when his tongue licked at her clit, and devoured his cock with her mouth.

This position put her in view of Roarke, who furiously pumped his shaft, his half-hooded eyes watching her. Roarke stroked his cock in rhythm to her sucking of Garick’s. When she sped up, so did he. When she slowed, he did also.

Stimulated beyond measure, she fought to hold herself over Garick. He reached for her buttocks, squeezing with his fingers and forcing her hips up and down. Her cunt contracted, the spasms forcing more of her juices into his waiting mouth.

Her body ached for an invasion she had never felt, a man’s cock sliding into her wet sheath and pummeling her until she screamed. Yes, she’d fucked with the tubara stick, but it had no life, no heat—it would not burn in her mouth like a fire against her tongue. Garick had life, a flame, a force so powerful she wasn’t certain she could withstand the pleasure he gave her. The heat of his cock coupled with his fiery mouth on her clit melted her insides.

His tongue held magic, licking the length of her until she shuddered with the rush of her approaching orgasm. When she whimpered against his cock and began to suck him harder, he thrust forward with his hips. She took in as much of his thick member as she could, his frenzy only adding to her excitement.

Roarke was close to the pinnacle, she could tell. His cock swelled even longer, the head darkening with his arousal. She slowed her movements over Garick’s cock so she could watch Roarke. Thoughts of Roarke’s imminent release, coupled with Garick’s continued assault on her pussy had her nearly delirious.

Roarke gave a long groan, squeezing his cock tighter, and shot a stream of come several feet towards her.

Hearing Roarke’s groans and seeing his come spurt forth onto the floor sent her over the edge. Now she could hold back no longer. She sucked Garick deeply as her climax shot magical dust into the air around them, the sparkles falling like shooting stars. She tensed with the rush of her orgasm, her body wound around the magic swirling around her and the intensity of her climax. Garick forced his cock deeper into her throat. Whimpering uncontrollably, she could barely take in his fluids when he let out a guttural groan and emptied his seed into her willing mouth. She swallowed all his tangy cream, then suckled him gently until he removed his cock from her mouth.

She turned toward him and Garick pulled her to him, covering her mouth with his. Their juices mingled on her tongue and set her afire again. She wanted this consummation now, wanted his heavy cock buried deep inside her core until she screamed the walls of the castle down.

He panted against her cheek as he held her close and whispered in her ear.

“No more tonight, my princess.” He stood quickly and helped her up, then grabbed for his clothes and quickly redressed. “Soon we shall unite and you will be Queen of Winterland.” He turned and motioned Roarke out of the room, closing the door behind them.

Noele’s body shook with the force of her response to Garick. He pleased her in many unexpected ways, and yet she had no inkling of whether she’d satisfied him or not. Yes, she’d done so physically, the evidence of that remained in the salty taste on her lips. But he’d not smiled at her or even stroked her after he’d emptied his seed in her mouth.

He had not told her she would be his tomorrow, or that they’d be mated, only that she would become the Queen. Which could mean she could easily be handed over to Roarke if she displeased Garick.

Roarke did not displease her, at least in his looks and the way he excited her. Yet she did not know him.

But, she also didn’t really know Garick. So why did she ache for him to keep her?

Before, she’d always had choices, had always done whatever she wished. She’d been in control of her own life for more seasons than she could remember. Yes, she’d known since birth of her betrothal, but she’d come and gone as she pleased in every other way. Now with the swift turn of the moon, her freedom of choice had been taken away.

Duty be damned, she did not care for this!

“Tell us of his cock. Was it long and thick? And what of the inspection? What happened? Was it glorious? Did he touch you?”

Noele blinked open one eye to spy Solara sitting on her bed, her eyes inquisitive, a grin spreading over her full lips. Her other sisters stood at the foot of the bed with expectant expressions on their faces.