Obsessed (39 page)

“No,” Tierra said, even though the thought of being turned over this man’s knee and spanked was incredibly arousing.

“Oh?” His hand moved higher, pushing her tunic up just high enough to expose the undersides of her pale globes, but still covering her nipples. “Are your breasts as soft as the fair skin of your belly?”

Heat rose through Tierra and she knew she was probably bright pink from the tips of her ears to her toes. “Who are you?”

“Other than the man who will possess your fine body?” He brushed the back of his hand against her ribcage, his knuckles skimming the rise of her breasts. Her nipples tightened at the sensual contact, and it was all she could do not to moan. “I am called Renn.”

Renn. Her dark warrior’s name was Renn.

No. Not her warrior. A man. Only a man.

“What prize have I found in Merth Darkling?” he said as he again brushed the curve of her breasts with his hand. “Your name, sweet maid. Tell me.”

Tierra pulled against his hands, attempting to twist away from his touch. “It matters not.”

“Ah, but it does.” His voice grew husky as he continued his slow teasing touches along her sensitive skin. “I need to know the woman I’m going to fuck.”

Her jaw dropped and she went completely still. The certainty in his words both thrilled and frightened her. “You—you would force yourself upon me?”

“Never.” The warrior trailed his hand from her belly, up along the side of one breast to her neck, causing her to shiver. “You desire me as much as my cock needs to be in you. It would take no force to bring you to my bed.”

“No—” she started to deny, but Renn pressed his hand over her mouth. His palm felt warm over her lips and she had the overwhelming desire to dart her tongue out and taste his skin. His male musk, combined with the cedar scent of his soap, was heady, intoxicating.

“Be truthful, denai, sweet innocent.” He lowered his head and trailed his lips above her brow, the warmth of his breath stirring the tendrils of hair upon her forehead. “You desire my cock inside you. You want me to fuck you.”

Most merciful gods, but his words excited her. Tierra tried to shake her head, tried to deny the tingling in her core, but the hand over her mouth kept her completely still.

She had often fantasized of sex with a stranger, and to have her dream man here in the flesh…naked and willing…

He slid his hand from her mouth, brushing her lips with his thumb, his silver eyes deepening to a dark gray. His desire for her was palpable, and she longed to experience his unleashed passions.

Yes. She would fuck this Renn.

He would be her first of many, and a fitting specimen for such a task.

Perhaps the relief would free her mind, allow her better focus on her quest.

And given the man’s arousal, from what Tierra’s knothole-spying had taught her of how easily men could be made to finish the job at hand—this shouldn’t take long.

Tierra’s fear and amazement eased as she made her own decision, and she felt the blaze of her confidence returning. Adopting the bored, carefree expression she had so often seen on the tavern wenches, she gave Renn a smile sure to challenge his oversized opinion of himself.

“I would be willing to give you such a fine opportunity,” she purred. “Provided you think you can please me.”

Renn’s cock throbbed near to bursting, and the maid’s mere words made his staff jerk against her belly. She was denai, sweet innocence, and he intended to be the first to teach her what it was like to be pleasured by a man.

“You will be far more than pleased,” he promised as he stroked fiery red hair from her face with his free hand. The maid’s honeysuckle scent had given away her identity immediately, but he enjoyed teasing her. “But first, your name.”

“Names are not necessary for fucking.” She tossed out the words with a worldly air, yet the tips of her ears were as pink as perna feathers. From the moment he pinned her beneath him, everything in Renn’s gut told him this was no experienced wench, but an untried maid.

Such an intriguing combination. Innocence and sensuality.

And her beauty…almond-shaped eyes like flawless emeralds and skin as fine as pale silk. And her breasts, their full and tempting curves made his hands ache to touch them. When he had embarked on his quest to find the maid, little did he know that his search would lead him to such a fine wench.

Renn moved his lips to her shell-like ear. “When I fuck you I will call out your name. And when you come, you will scream mine.”

“I never scream.” The maid’s breathing grew harsher as he flicked his tongue into her ear.

He nipped at her lobe, lightly sinking his teeth into the soft flesh. “You will when I fuck you.”

Her gasp of arousal made his cock even harder. “You—you are crushing my pack,” she said as she squirmed beneath him. “Let me up.”

“Of course.” Renn eased his lips along her jaw line, darting out his tongue to taste the saltiness of her skin. “Once you have given me your name.”

“You bastard.” Her voice was not more than a whisper. “Tierra. Now free me.”

“Tierra. So beautiful.” He lightly brushed his lips over hers, tasting her warm breath. The desire to possess this woman nearly overpowered him and he had to fight to rein back his lust. She wanted him, yes. But she was an innocent, untouched by any man.

And that pleased him. Greatly.

“You promised to release me,” she said, her voice trembling—not from fear, but arousal, he was certain.

Renn drank in her sweet scent as he murmured against her mouth, “I did not say when.”

It was all Tierra could do not to moan aloud as the warrior lightly nipped at her lips, slow and gentle bites. The sensation was incredibly erotic, sending a thrill straight from her belly to her core. She had never been kissed, and she found herself wanting that more than anything from this man called Renn.

Her eyelids drifted shut and she parted her lips…and he stopped.

She opened her eyes to see the bastard’s arrogant grin. Before she had the opportunity to gather her thoughts, Renn released her wrists and drew her to her feet in a movement so fast the forest whirled.

Tierra cried out in surprise, falling against the man’s muscled chest, her palms splayed against his skin. He caught her to him, trapping her along his naked length, his very aroused cock pressed to her belly.

Renn gave a soft chuckle. “Surely you can wait but a few moments before I fuck you, denai.”

“Oooh. You—” Tierra fought against his hold, but the rogue was so strong she was imprisoned in his arms. If only her hands were free, she would use her magic…

Yes. That’s what she would do. She would teach this smug bastard a lesson he would never forget.

Ceasing her struggles, she stared up into his silver eyes. Slowly she licked her lips in the same manner she had seen the tavern wenches do when they focused their attention on a man they wanted to bed. “Why wait?” she murmured.

“Indeed.” Renn wrapped his large hands around her waist, tossed her over his shoulder, and was striding toward his camp before she even knew what was happening.

“Put me down,” Tierra demanded, slapping her hand against his scarred back. In her upside down position, her hair hung over her face and her pack slipped, landing with a thunk on the base of her head.

Oh, was this man going to pay. And she would make him pay good.

In mere strides Renn reached the clearing where Feymir still waited. The horse tossed his head and whickered, a reproachful note to the sound.

Renn deposited Tierra on a thick patch of grass and she braced her hands behind her as she looked up at him. Her clothes were still damp where the man had straddled her.

“Found our missing maid,” Renn said to the stallion. “In Merth Darkling, of all places in the gods’ forest.”

Missing maid? Tierra’s muscles tensed. Was this man one of Zanden’s followers? Had he been tracking her since she left the village?

She narrowed her gaze, her heart pounding. “Who are you?”

He smiled, raw and untamed. “The first man to fuck you.”

Giving him the look that had reduced most men to slobbering fools, she said, “You don’t know that you are the first. And you have not fucked me.”

“I do and I will.” Renn grasped his cock as he stood over her. Slowly he moved his hand up and down its length. “You enjoyed watching me. Did you not?”

Tierra swallowed. Damn the man and his arrogance, but she couldn’t help the lust erupting within her body. The heat, the fire that blazed through her at the sight of his cock and his strong hand working it from base to tip.

Gods help her, she needed that cock—needed to touch and taste it. Needed to feel it deep within her.

No. She had changed her mind, Tierra reminded herself. She would not fuck this man. But she would enjoy sampling the warrior before she put him in his place.

Almost without realizing what she was doing, she rose to her knees in the soft grass and slid her pack from her shoulders, letting it fall to the ground behind her.

She laid her fingers on his. “Allow me.”

“Yes, denai, sweet innocent.” He removed his hand as she bade. “Touch me.”

Sweet innocent, eh? She would show him innocent.

With her attention completely focused on his cock, she grasped it in her palm. His erection bucked within her hand and a drop of fluid glistened at the eye, like a rare Mairi pearl.

“Soft…yet not,” she murmured. His cock was rigid within, not unlike the rock-hard muscles she had felt when her hands were upon his chest. But the skin—almost silky beneath her fingers as she explored every vein, ridge and contour. What would it feel like to have this fine rod thrusting into her?

She wanted to devour his cock, just as she had seen the wenches suck the men in the back room of the tavern. Lowering her head, Tierra flicked her tongue out and licked away the pale droplet. The creamy taste rolled over her tongue and she went back for more.

A fierce growl rumbled in Renn’s chest and he fisted his hands in her hair, pressing her mouth closer to his cock. “Suck me, denai.”

Ah, yes. This warrior would be too easy to best. All she had to do was lead him by his cock-tether and he would do whatever she wished.

Tierra gave a satisfied hum as she slid her lips down his length, while using one hand to stroke the rest of his shaft as she had seen him do. Grabbing his tight ass with her free hand, she dug her fingernails into the solid muscle. She moved her head up and down on his cock, at the same time flicking and swirling her tongue.

The warrior sucked in his breath, his buttocks clenching beneath her fingertips. She used her hand in time with the motions of her mouth, just like she’d seen the tavern wenches do. Should she pleasure him ’til his come erupted into her mouth? Or bring him to the brink and leave him hanging from the edge of madness?

With a groan, Renn clenched his hands tighter in Tierra’s hair. By the gods, what was the maid doing to him? Her warm mouth and teasing tongue felt exquisite—far better than the most experienced of Elvin and Nordain maids. Even Faeries could not rival the lust this one wench stirred within him, using only her hot, wet mouth and small hands.

The sucking talent of the maid told him she had done this before. How else could she know how to pleasure him so perfectly?

A fierce storm of jealousy exploded through Renn at the thought of Tierra being with any other man, in any way. “Where did you learn to suck a man’s cock?” he all but growled at her.

“Mmmm…” she hummed along his staff, the sensation nearly driving him to his knees.

He captured her head with his hands as he eased back, slipping his cock from her mouth. “What man have you sucked before?” Renn had to know. He fully intended to track the son of a qinok down and kill him.

A sensual smile spread over Tierra’s face as she looked up at him beneath heavy-lidded eyes. “It matters not.”

She gasped as he grabbed her shoulders and brought her to stand. The mere fact that he had never experienced jealousy over a woman before was irrelevant. She should never have had another man’s cock in her mouth. No man should have put his hands upon this woman’s fair body. No man would ever touch her again.

“Tell me,” he demanded, his hands gripping her tightly. “I will seek the bastard out and slay him.”

The surprised look upon Tierra’s face turned into a teasing smile. She put her hands to his chest and lightly skimmed his muscles ’til her fingers slid behind his neck.

Raising herself up on her toes, she brought her face closer to his. “Such a fierce warrior.” Her fingers tangled in his black hair and she pulled him down to meet her. “Why don’t you show me how a man kisses the woman he’s going to fuck?”

Renn all but roared as he cupped his hand to the back of Tierra’s head, crushing her mouth with his. Be damned his restraint, he could not wait another moment to possess her.

This time Tierra could not hold back a moan as the warrior savaged her mouth. His kiss was hard, brutal, and it excited her beyond reason. His taste, his powerful presence, the way his body felt against hers…gods above, but she wanted him. How could she think to walk away?

While he thrust his tongue into the depths of her mouth, Renn brought one hand to her breast and squeezed it through her tunic. Her answering cry seemed to incite him, and he deepened the intensity of his kiss, forcing his tongue into her mouth and sucking on hers in return.

He tore his lips from hers and she stared up at him, dazed and so filled with lust she could barely see straight.

“I must see you, denai.” Even as he spoke, he was pulling her tunic over her head, and then tossing it aside.

Tierra’s nipples were rigid in the cool forest air, and the look in Renn’s eyes made her so wet she was sure she would die if he did not take her soon.

The warrior cupped her breasts in his huge palms and used his thumbs to stroke her nipples. “The gods have seen fit to make you perfect.” He lowered his head and nuzzled the valley between her breasts. “Perfect for me.”

“Suck them,” Tierra begged as she grasped his massive biceps, needing something to hold on to. “I want your mouth upon me now.”

Renn growled and caught one of her nipples between his teeth. Tierra almost screamed at the sensation of his tongue flicking across the captured nub.