Curse of the Fae King (17 page)

“Lie down and stop fighting the potion,” the second woman instructed.

Meena so didn’t want to do this, but better to let them bind her ready for Leo than flaunt her body at random Elves. Lots of Elves. Lots of lovers. Maybe even enough to satisfy the ache in her pussy. If she could just rub her cunt against them or suck on their cocks, she’d—

Sweet Hekate, no!
What was she thinking? She slid her ruined jeans down her legs, then tossed them across the room. Her panties followed. Glad to be rid of her clothes, she moaned softly as the women tied her arms to the bedposts. These feelings were wrong on every level, but the slow simmer deep in her womb still made her pant and writhe.

She lay naked and vulnerable, spread-eagled like a sensual feast. Her breasts throbbed. Her nipples ached. Her pussy pulsated with unfulfilled need. Her body demanded fucking. Right now.

She was a sexual temptress, a predator ready to pounce on the first man who came her way. Lost in drug-induced desire, she thrashed her head over the pillow. She moaned, low and loud, as she spasmed and squirmed—desperate for the victor to fuck her.

Outside, the screaming started.

The women blew out the candle and left her alone in the dark. Hekate, that couldn’t be Leonidas—could it? Someone was in a whole heap of pain. And what the hell was keeping the victor when she needed to get laid? Finally she heard the outer door open and close. She didn’t care that she was naked and defenseless. She just wanted the victor to screw her hard and fast. Or maybe slow and easy. Perhaps both. In her best dreams, he brought a friend.

Her raging hormones didn’t care as long as someone relieved the burning need between her legs. Another wave of desire hit her, shooting fresh longings to her sensitized nerve endings. Her need blossomed into pain—intense, clear, and sharp. She trembled. She needed. She wanted. Goddess, if she didn’t come soon, she’d explode. She heard a flint strike, and a candle cast eerie shadows across the entry room.

In the name of the collective covens, I’m in here. Get a move on. Please.

The scent of chocolate and chili assailed her, and then Leonidas strode to her side. Face stern, he spun on his heel and shoved a chair against the door handle. He moved to the bed, towering over her as he stared at her face through the flickering candlelight. He frowned as, back arched, hips rolling, she demanded, “Don’t just stand there. Fuck me.”

She inhaled when he bent and sucked one rounded nipple, then sighed, moaned, and puffed up her chest. His tongue swept ever decreasing circles around her breast. All the while, he rolled her other nipple between his finger and thumb.

Meena’s head writhed, and her hips thrashed. Her curls spread in multicolored spirals over the bed. “You’re wearing too many clothes. You can’t fuck me if you’re covered in black leather.”

He pulled back and grasped her chin in one hand, stilling her head and staring into her eyes. “Querida, I want you willing—not drugged into a sensual frenzy.”

“And I want you inside me.
Now
.” She was demanding, desperate, and burning with so many desires. And all of them ended with someone screwing her. Anyhow, anyway—as long as he plunged his dick inside her.

Leonidas heaved a mock sigh. “The things I do for love.”

She groaned when he released her chin, but he claimed her lips with a kiss that made her drugged-up libido spin out of control. She wanted. She needed. She burned. She shouted, “Damn it. Fuck me now.”

Chapter Eighteen

Leonidas loomed over her and caught his breath. She looked beautiful, naked with her hair curled like a raven’s wing over the pillow—so black it seemed iridescent as it gleamed with rainbow highlights. Her breasts bounced as she rolled and thrashed. With her legs tied wide open, he could see the hot cream pooling in her pussy. Elves’ blood, he was proud of her, besotted by her even. Even her earlier bravado had sparked nothing but respect in his heart. She lay before him like a feast he couldn’t wait to taste, only later… Well, he wouldn’t think about later. Impatient to bed her, he drew his dagger and slashed the ropes around her ankles.

Tears filled her eyes, and when she spoke, her voice was a throaty rasp that sent sensual shivers down his spine. “No time. Need you inside me now.”

He dropped the dagger at the side of the bed and knelt between her legs. “Querida, I live to please.”

“Hard and deep,” she begged as she squirmed and lifted her hips—her arms still spread wide.

Her heather and wild herb scent washed over him, and he hardened instantly. One breath, one look, and his balls ached. Sweat beaded on his brow. He’d fuck her, satisfy her, then fuck her again after he’d—
No, not thinking about that yet
. He remembered the
Kama Sutra
his father had bequeathed him, and raised her legs. “Ankles together, knees against your chest.”

“Just fuck me,” she pleaded.

He lifted her legs higher and landed a playful slap on her butt. She grimaced and clenched her jaw as the sound echoed around the wayfarer’s hut and mingled with her breathless moans. Then he held her ankles and pressed her knees into her chest. Helpless beneath him, she panted and begged. “Leo, please.”

Her body lay open and inviting, her liquid honey gleaming in her cunt. The need to lick and taste assailed him, but his Meena burned for sex—and he definitely wasn’t going to deny her any comfort he could give.

With a wicked grin, he felt his Fae coolness evaporate into steaming heat and molten desires. Like her, he needed…forever, but all they had was the here and now. He’d fuck her all night if that was what it took to ease her pain. And would he enjoy it? You bet your ass he would. He leaned forward, gently curling her beneath him as he fingered her clit. Then he edged his hips beneath her raised thighs.

Helpless, she moaned for more. He teased the tip of his cock inside her, and she held her breath. He meant to take her slowly, to stoke the pleasure the drug sparked inside her, but her hungry groan robbed him of his self-control.

He thrust his dick inside her, hard—penetrating her cream-filled folds.

Meena almost wept with frustration. “All of you. Inside me. Please.”

As hot for her as she was for him, he slammed his cock inside her, pumping deeper than he ever had before.

Tied down and unable to move, she trembled beneath him. Her breath came in She panted in quick, eager gasps. “More. I need more.”

Fresh desire hit him. Drugged up or not, his woman craved him in every way. His delight was to please her. Her vagina tightened and pulsed around his penis—milking him over and over. Sperm shot from his cock as she moaned again. Finally, he pulled her hips closer and thrust with every ounce of strength he possessed.

Leonidas hadn’t known he cared about one tiny woman so much. Shoulders back, he reveled in the way he’d loved her until she screamed his name as she came. But damn it, the Elves listened outside.

Her pleasured moans would have sparked a million ribald comments—but they expected him to punish as well as pleasure her. Oathbound to him or not, they’d revolt if they didn’t hear her scream with pain. He should explain or ask her to shriek, but that potion stole her wits and filled her with another wave of yearning. For sex—and not necessarily with him. Whatever he said or did, she wouldn’t listen until he’d fucked her into exhaustion.

“How do you feel now?” he asked as he withdrew and massaged her feet.

She sighed as he let her straighten her legs. “Sated and weary, but I’m starting to need you inside me again.”

“First, querida”—his eyes narrowed, and his aloof Fae mask slipped back into place—“you disobeyed me. I asked you to stay subservient should we meet any Elves. Thanks to your impulsive nature, I’ve defeated one warrior and killed another, but what if things had turned out different? Would you have fucked that scarred commander as eagerly?”

Meena’s eyes widened in disbelief. “And you say this now. Goddess, Leo, my cunt feels like it’s on fire. Look, if it’s too soon for you to get a hard-on again, cut me loose, and I’ll find an Elf to satisfy me.”

“Mine.” He fumed, but rather than fuck her, he turned his back and straddled her waist. He pulled her legs up to his shoulders and spanked her ass. Her scream rang out long and loud, but no matter how she squirmed and twisted, she couldn’t free her arms. Another slap, a longer shriek, so high and distressed that it curdled his soul. Her butt turned as fiery, as hot as her drug-induced passion. A third, and she gave a full-on scream that echoed through the night.

“Louder,” he commanded and spanked her again. She couldn’t see his gritted teeth or the tears as they welled up in his eyes. He hated treating her like this. Elves’ blood, he lived to cosset and protect her, but this was the only way to keep her safe.

Meena wept. “It hurts, Leo, really hurts. The drug…the pain… Oh Goddess, I’m sorry. Enough. Please!”

That break in her voice shattered his heart, but he couldn’t stop. Not with Elves listening outside. A fifth slap on her ass, and she yelled again. A sixth made her scream and curse. Helpless, arms spread-eagled, legs on his shoulders, she swore and screamed as he beat a tattoo on her butt.

Finally she fell silent, her defiance a tangible force that stilled his hand. His woman had backbone, and now that the nightmare interlude was over, he knew just how to soothe her pain. When he moved aside, she scorched him with an I’ll-kill-you-later look. He kissed each cheek, tasting her tears as his guilt balled like a hand grenade in his belly. Okay, he’d made her scream, but not in a good, sexy way. The only upside was how her screams spread though the camp and won him a place in their Elf legends. His command, and more importantly his woman, was safe. There’d be no more killing or duels, but Meena’s unforgiving gaze shattered something inside him. He raised his voice so loud Elves outside could hear. “You will learn, and you will obey me; otherwise, I’ll have you whipped and passed around like a whore.”

PASSED AROUND LIKE a whore? The uptight, arrogant prick! And what the hell made him so special? Any man would do right now as long as he fucked her long and hard. Her breasts still ached, and her pussy already creamed with renewed need. Maybe if Leonidas was spent, she should wander around outside and find someone who could soothe the demands the drug made—someone who’d fuck her until she screamed with pleasure, not pain. If only she could get her arms loose…

Nerves on fire, Meena had winced as his every slap sent tortured shock waves pumping though her body. Searing agony almost scrambled her brain. Thanks to the rat juice, her every sensation was multiplied a hundred times over. Sex, she needed more sex, not a mountain of punishment and pain. Her bruised and beaten butt felt like he’d taken his bullwhip to it. Nothing and no one had ever hurt her more. Then this endless torment changed. Her mouth watered, and liquid heat filled her cunt. Somewhere inside, she felt humiliated and angry, but she still begged, “Fuck me. Please.”

Frustration made her twist and turn. Insanity beckoned. Wildness stampeded though her. If she didn’t come soon, she might spontaneously combust.

Leonidas gentled his slaps, and she felt his hand soothe and stroke her sore ass. He released her legs and crawled up her body, his unbound hair trailing over her flesh. He said something, but adrift in a sea of sensation, his words were jumbled and meaningless in her ears. Thankfully he gave up on his explanation, and he fucked her again. Missionary-style this time.

Eyes closed, she shrieked as Leonidas thrust inside her. Orgasm after orgasm flowed through her, setting her adrift on a sea of sensation. Thank Hekate, Leonidas claimed her. If he hadn’t, she’d have fucked anyone with a cock.

She groaned long and low—ecstasy and agony combined as she came again. Then she sighed again and came in a rush. Hot honey coated his dick and spilled onto his balls. Leonidas waited until she stopped shaking, then thrust again. This time, he came inside her.

Her cunt throbbed, but her ass radiated pain like light from a high-wattage bulb. That potion multiplied her passion and her pain. Everything felt so intense, searing, and desperate. She trembled with desire—or was it fury at the way Leonidas manhandled her? She didn’t care, didn’t think, just opened her legs for him to fuck her again.
How can my libido be coming back to the boil already? Anywhere. Anyhow—and apparently with anybody
. Maybe it would take a whole troop of Elves to satisfy her sexual needs. Only, hard as she tugged at her bonds, she couldn’t get her arms loose.

She eyed his dick and licked her lips. Red, upright, and pretty, it could cure her burning desires—temporarily at least. If she’d any pride left, she’d reject him—but her sexual hunger burned brighter than her self-respect. The way his penis jutted out from a sea of short black curls made her want to run her tongue over its smooth head and take him deep into her throat. Then her pussy heated again. She wanted him inside her—and if it didn’t happen soon, she’d scream again.

He offered a tentative smile, retrieved his dagger, and cut through her remaining bonds. As he rubbed life back into her arms, he bent close and whispered, “I’m sorry.”

Meena gave him a sullen look—a mix of embarrassment, humiliation, and all-consuming lust—that showed him how little his apology helped. When he’d slapped her ass, pain had crescendoed through her like an electric shock treatment. Her screams had been instinctive and primal, drawn from the bottom of her soul. If she didn’t love him so much, she’d march out the door and screw the first Elf she saw.

Eyes narrowed, she rested her hands on his chest and shoved him to the floor. Leonidas had boasted how he’d fucked her into submission. What if he’d spoken the truth? What if he tricked and deceived her? She’d taken one look at those sexy pointed ears of his and decided he was a Fae, but what if he was an Elf? An abuser of women? He’d certainly abused her. Did he really think she was one of those women who “walked into doors,” or “fell down the stairs?”
No way, jackass. I’m not making excuses for a man who hurts me just because he can.

Her life might be lonely, and her powers kind of twisted, but she refused to be some scumbag’s punching bag. Only, the pulsating need in her cunt shut out everything but her drug-induced compulsion for sex.