Obsessed (25 page)

But he didn’t stop. His fingers thrust harder and his tongue continued lapping at her, drawing out the sensations ’til she climaxed again. “Jalen!” she shouted. “I—I cannot take anymore.”

It wasn’t ‘til she screamed with her third orgasm that Jalen stopped his sweet assault. Her knees had given out long ago, and he brought her into his arms and cradled her in his lap on the cave floor.

Breathless, she stared up at the man who had given her such incredible pleasure. She caught the scent of her own essence on his mouth as he brushed his lips over hers and smiled. Have you had enough?

Ranelle didn’t hesitate. She shook her head and said, “No.”

Jalen trailed his finger over Ranelle’s lips as she lay across his lap, her buttocks firm against his erect cock. She felt soft and warm within his arms, and he inhaled deeply, luxuriating in the scent of her arousal, along with her smell of spice and vanilla.

With a smile he brushed his mouth over hers. “What is it you wish, mi enchantrei?”

Her silver eyes were dark with passion as she threaded her fingers in his hair. “I want to touch you.” She swallowed and added, “All of you.”

A rumble of satisfaction emanated from his chest. He brought her hand to his lips and kissed each knuckle, touching his tongue to her salty flesh. Her warm skin smelled of sandalwood soap and desire. “What would you have me do?” he murmured.

“Stand and let me finish undressing you.” The words were said in naught but a whisper, yet they burned a heated trail through Jalen, liquid fire searing his soul straight to his cock.

In a fluid movement he eased to his feet, and helped her stand. For a moment all he could do was gaze upon her lovely features. Ranelle’s mahogany tresses, thick and full, tumbled down her back, her nipples were swollen from his mouth and her lips were parted as she stared up at him.

“You are more beautiful than Anistana, Queen of Faeries in Wilding Wood,” Jalen murmured.

Ranelle’s smile was sweet and breathless. “You have a tongue of gold and the body of a god.”

“Remember that Elves never lie.” Jalen hooked one finger under her chin and tipped her head up. “I speak only truth.” At times he might be forced to withhold the truth from her, but he would never lie.

When he released her, Ranelle’s small hands moved toward him, slow and unsure. She touched him tentatively at first, running her palms over the taut muscles in his arms and then to his smooth chest. Her eyes were focused, intent on knowing him. She trailed her fingertips further down, to the flat of his abdomen, pausing at the waistband of his breeches.

To his surprise, Jalen found he was holding his breath, waiting for Ranelle to continue her exploration. A sigh eased through his lips as she began unfastening the belt of his waist pouch. It came off easily, and she carefully set it on the floor before returning to her task.

Once again she paused. For the first time in his many seasons upon Dair, Jalen felt as though he might ignite if a woman did not touch him, and then only Ranelle would do. He exhaled as she began pulling at the ties of his breeches. Her fingers trembled and she struggled with the lacing, but finally it came undone and she pushed his breeches over his hips, letting them drop to the floor.

Jalen’s cock sprung free. A small gasp came from Ranelle, and her silver eyes widened. “It—I…oh, my.” She trailed her fingertips along its length, and Jalen thought he might spill his seed at that very moment. Never before had he feared failing in his control.

Ranelle wrapped her small hand around his thick shaft. “It’s hard, yet so soft,” she murmured as she moved her hand to the tip. “And here, it is like touching a rose petal.”

The enrli shaved into the hairs above his cock flared bright sapphire, and Ranelle froze. “What is this symbol?” she asked. “It is the same as the one on your forehead, is it not?”

“It is called enrli.” Jalen’s voice was low and tight with his desire for her. “All Seraphine Elves bear a similar sign.”

She brought her free hand up and traced the enrli with her fingertip. “It tingles, just like the other one.”

The urge to lay her on the cave’s floor and fuck her tight channel nearly made Jalen shake in its fervor. And in the next moment, when Ranelle dropped to her knees and flicked her tongue over the head of his cock, it was all he could do to control himself.

She licked the pearl of semen at the tip. “Salty, yet sweet upon my tongue.” And then she slid her mouth over his staff, taking him deep within her throat.

Jalen groaned and thrust his fingers into her luxurious mahogany hair. “You have bewitched me, fair Ranelle, mi enchantrei.”

“Mmmmm.” Her answer was a hum along his cock, vibrating through him and spiraling him toward the pinnacle.

He clenched his hands in her hair as she suckled and licked his length. The enrli above his cock and upon his forehead pulsated. Pressure built within him, sweat breaking out upon his brow. In the next instant an explosive orgasm rocked through Jalen.

Ranelle sucked his seed from his body, swallowing his semen as she worked his cock. Shudder after shudder vibrated Jalen, straight to his lifeforce.

Grasping her head between his palms, he held her still. “Enough.” His voice rumbled like thunder, sounding ominous even to his own ears.

A blush stole over her face and she pulled away, slipping his still hard cock out of her warm mouth. “Did I do it wrong?”

“Nay.” Jalen dropped to his knees and brought Ranelle into his embrace. “It was perfect.”

“I could try it again,” she murmured against his chest, her softness pressed tight against him. “This time I could do better.”

He laughed softly in her ear. “If you do any better I fear I will sleep nigh on a week from exhaustion.”

“Are you tired, then?” Ranelle tilted her head up. “Perhaps you should rest.”

“No, my fledgling.” Jalen touched his nose to hers. “I have something far better than sleep in mind.”

Ranelle smiled at Jalen, warmth filling her in ways she never dreamed possible. This man had somehow touched her very heart and soul. She knew little of him, yet it was as though she had known him forever. As though he had lived in her dreams and her consciousness before he ever followed her in the village.

In all her life, the only people she had ever been able to trust were Liana and Tierra. She desperately missed them both, and prayed that her heart-sisters were safe from the Sorcerer.

At the though of her halias, Ranelle's smile faded. Where were they? She had to find them, had to make sure they were out of danger. How could she be enjoying herself with this incredible man while her friends faced certain peril?

“Why have I lost your smile?” Jalen raised his head and stroked her hair from her face with gentle fingers.

“My heart-sisters.” Ranelle’s voice faltered. “I need to ensure they each remain safe from Zanden.”

He cupped her chin, his sapphire eyes capturing hers. “Your friends must each face their own destinies.”

Frowning, Ranelle pulled away from his grasp, got to her feet and glared at him. “I cannot turn my back on them if they need me. Damn their so-called destinies!”

Jalen stood so quickly that she caught her breath in surprise. “Think of your visions.” He caught her hands and held them within his own. “Do you not remember what your senses told you of their fates? That Liana would be safe with the man from the tavern, and of Tierra’s future with the scarred man?”

A sense of violation swirled within Ranelle, and anger rose within her. “You read all my thoughts?” She tried to snatch her hands from his, but he held her fast.

“Not all.” Jalen drew her so close that she felt his cock hard against her belly and she could scarcely think any longer. Her anger faded as quickly as it had risen. “And now,” Jalen continued, “when you block your mind against me, I know nothing but what you allow.”

She needed time and space away from this man, because right now all she wanted to do was hold him, feel him…and to have his cock deep within her. “I—I think it would be best if we sleep.”

“Sleep?” His lips curved into a smile. “Are you sure that is what you desire?”

I want you,
her senses screamed. But no. She needed time to think. Time to breathe.

Jalen brushed his lips over hers, and against her mind’s will she melted in his embrace. The feel of his muscled chest on her breasts, his thighs firm against her own, his arms tight around her, his masculine scent and his smile…all served to intoxicate her beyond reason.

His breath was hot along her cheek as he moved his mouth to her ear. “What would you have?”

She couldn’t fight it any longer. She didn’t want to fight it.

“You,” she whispered. “I desire you.”

Doubt had never crossed Jalen’s mind that Ranelle wanted him. She was his heartmate, and their joining would bond them together for eternity.

She gave a small sigh as he released her to retrieve the krstn cloth. With a quick movement he unfurled the material and it came to rest on the cave’s floor, shimmering like the rainbow sands of the Mairi Sea.

“Lie upon the krstn.” He gestured toward the cloth. “It is much softer than it appears to be.”

Ranelle stepped onto the material and he smiled at her look of amazement. “It feels like a cushion—thick and downy,” she said.

“Aye.” Jalen knelt beside the krstn. “It is Elvin magic that makes it so.”

Delight spread across her features as she sat upon the material. “This krstn is the softest thing I have ever felt.” She paused and ran her tongue over her lower lip as her gaze rested upon the head of his rigid cock. “Well, the second softest.”

He grinned as he reached for his waist pouch, still resting on the floor where Ranelle had set it earlier. From within its endless depths, he withdrew the sacred enrli dye stick and a minute blade to shave the symbol into her woman’s curls, along with a vial of orlai. He discarded the pouch and moved onto the krstn beside Ranelle.

Her eyes widened as she looked from his face to the instruments in his hand. “Ah…what are you going to do with those?”

Jalen set the dye stick and the blade upon the cloth. “You will only feel pleasure, I promise you.”

And she would be bound to him for all time.

Only a moment did she hesitate before she nodded and gave an uncertain smile. “What would you like me to do?”

“Drink of the orlai.” He uncorked the vial and put it to her lips. “It will enhance your enjoyment.”

Ranelle’s nervousness was apparent as the pulse at the base of her throat fluttered while she obeyed. The moment the fluid touched her tongue, she visibly relaxed.

“Strawberries and a bit of wild ginger.” She licked her lips and smiled, but then pressed her fingertips to her forehead as she added, “I do feel a bit odd.”

He set the vial on the cave floor. “Lie back, mi enchantrei.” When she complied, he straddled her hips, taking care not to put his full weight on her. “Now close your eyes and do not open them.”

Jalen picked up the dye and murmured a prayer of devotion to the goddess while he pressed the tip of the stick to Ranelle’s temple. Slowly he sketched a symbol upon her forehead, a design that flowed from his soul, fed to him by the goddess. Every Seraphine Elvin man and woman received the enrli when they reached adulthood, and every symbol was unique. The ceremony was erotic and exquisite, and was normally attended by the whole of Seraphine.

The enrli glittered in a silver trail on Ranelle’s forehead as the sacred design came to life, and became a permanent part of her. “It tingles,” she murmured as he finished. “May I open my eyes?”

“I will tell you when.” Jalen set the dye stick onto the krstn. “Now spread your thighs wide.”

Ranelle arched her back, thrusting her breasts into the air as she complied, and he knew the orlai was working its magic. She would be so aroused and so wet by the time he took her that she would feel no pain when his cock penetrated her virgin shield, only pleasure. He was anxious to be joined with her, but by Seraphine laws, they could not be bound to one another unless both had gone through the enrli ceremony and bore the sacred design.

He moved lower down her body so that he was crouched between her legs. Her slit glistened with wetness, the dark curls damp with her desire. Unable to resist, he dipped his head close to her mound and breathed deep of her woman’s essence. Her aroma filled him, causing his cock to ache even more than it already was. He longed to taste her again, to bring her to climax repeatedly.

Jalen retrieved the blade and moved it to her mound. “Mmmmm, that feels so good,” Ranelle murmured as he began shaving the enrli into her curls.

The design twisted and turned through the soft brown hair. ‘It was one of the goddess’s symbols for strength, honor, and love. After he finished shaving, he set the blade down and then used the dye stick, tracing the bare skin and filling it in with the enrli. Again it left a trail of silver that matched her beautiful eyes.

When his task was completed, he replaced the empty vial, dye stick and blade into his waist pouch. Still kneeling between her thighs, he braced his arms on either side of her waist, but did not touch her. Her enrli symbol glittered upon her forehead, and pleasure filled him, deep and satisfying, knowing that he would soon experience the bonding with her.

By the laws of the goddess and the Seraphine Elves, Ranelle would be his.

Ranelle’s body screamed for Jalen’s touch. The potion he had given her flowed through her veins, warming her blood and stimulating all her senses. The tingling at her forehead and mound sent waves of pleasure through her body. Gods but she wanted him to take her.

Her senses told her that he was above her and she squirmed beneath him. “Can I open my eyes?”

“Aye,” he murmured.

When she lifted her lids, she saw that his face was above hers, his sapphire eyes focused on her and the symbol upon his forehead glittering.

She couldn’t wait any longer. She had to have his cock inside her now.

Ranelle slipped her hands into his hair and pulled him down to meet her. His lips were firm yet soft against hers as he kissed her, gently, reverently. But he was too slow. She wanted more…needed more. And when her tongue delved within his warm mouth, his kiss grew more urgent, meeting her need as though his fine rein of control had vanished.