Jory Strong - Elven Surrender

Pain lanced through Tynan’s heart. He wanted to wipe the mirror clean as soon as Silver left the clearing with her cousin.

The tears streaming down her face cut him like the sharp edge of stone and made him bleed inside. She’d gone to reassure her cousin, she’d promised to come back immediately—yet it was obvious she wasn’t returning.

“No,” he said, his voice hoarse with emotion. “No,” he repeated, unwilling to let her go without a chance to coax her into staying.

“No,” Wraith growled and the air filled with the menace of an impending storm.

They left the cottage, their magic rising up, joining and entwining in a way that spoke of fated destinies, earth and air spells linked and rippling out before them.

The sun was high and the sky free of clouds, but the closer they got to the elven border the darker and more hostile the forest grew. Unnatural winds howled along the path, whipping Joelle’s words backward along with their hair.

Hope surged to life in Silver’s chest again. It pounded through her veins in time to the rising panic of her cousin’s racing heart.

Please , Silver prayed silently, knowing elven magic was responsible for the menace around them. Let them reach me in time .

But even as her prayer finished, Etienne emerged from the trees and hurried toward them. The sight of him caused Joelle to lunge forward just as a small sapling swayed and bowed in front of her.

It whipped across her ankles, tripping her and sending her to the ground. Silver started to tumble after her but was caught by a limb and slung backward, ripping her hand from Joelle’s.

Silver scrambled to her feet and ran. The wind aided her, pushed her so roughly she nearly stumbled.

Joelle’s shout chased her along with the sound of running feet and the beginning of a spell.

Hurry! Silver’s heart screamed. Hurry!

She rounded a curve and slammed into a hard male chest. Tynan’s arms enfolded her immediately, trapping her hands at her sides and nearly crushing her in a hug that resonated with the same emotions she felt. Behind her, racing footsteps came to an abrupt halt. Next to her Wraith cast a spell. In a heartbeat silence reigned, so pure that even the birds and insects honored it.

As soon as Wraith saw the sorcerer he understood Silver’s tears as she left the clearing with her cousin. She’d been ensorcelled, led away unwilling. He knew enough about human custom to understand immediately what the magi hoped to gain because of the elfling mark on Silver’s palm. A wife. What he couldn’t grasp was why Silver’s cousin had betrayed her.

It didn’t matter. Time was running out. The magic inside Silver was nearing its peak. They’d be lucky to get back to the cottage before the spell needed to be cast.

“Put the trespasser on her knees in front of us, brother,” he said, barely able to keep his hand off his cock when Silver looked up at him through dark eyelashes.

He took a minute to study her, making a show of looking her over as if he were a farmer studying a mare at auction. “She appeals to me. I think she could serve us well given that we don’t have time to arrange for another. What do you say, brother?”

“I’m in agreement.”

“Good.” He tilted his head and widened his stance, hoping the magi and Silver’s cousin were both too frightened to notice the stiffness of his cock pressing aggressively against the front of his pants. To Silver he said, “You will surrender yourself, attending to my brother’s needs and my own until we free you, or you will live out your life as a bird, warning of the dangers of trespassing on elven lands. Choose your punishment, human.”

“I’ll stay with you,” she whispered, sounding so deliciously submissive that his penis pulsed and leaked.

Wraith shifted his attention to Silver’s cousin and the sorcerer. For an instant he was tempted to utter the curse that would strip them of their powers and render them permanently null, but he refrained from doing it. Instead he stripped them of their will and put the same spell on them that they’d intended for Silver. Then he sent them away, lost in a haze of infatuation that would last until they were safely married.

As soon as they were out of sight he scooped Silver into his arms and kissed her deeply, gently, possessively.

“I was running back to you,” she said when he lifted his mouth from hers.

“I know.”

He claimed her lips again, kissed her hungrily before setting her down.

Tynan immediately pulled her into his arms. Pain at her near loss, pain over what she must be feeling because of her cousin’s betrayal echoed through his heart. “Be warned, we will never free you,” he said, pressing kisses to her neck, her cheeks, the corners of her lips.

“I don’t want to be free,” she said.

Urgency filled him and he captured her mouth, sucked on her lips until she opened for him. A tremor of need, of emotion rippled through him and his arms tightened. She’d haunted his dreams for years with the promise of exquisite passion and true intimacy. He’d felt as though he was being ripped into shreds when he watched her leave the clearing with her cousin.

In so many ways they were still strangers, but there was an utter rightness to their union. He had no fear of giving his heart to her as well as his body. They were meant to be together.

Tynan rubbed his tongue against hers, desperate to get as close to her as possible. The magic rose up inside her to greet him. It poured down his throat and went straight to his cock.

When his hands went to the front of her shirt, Wraith’s fingers gripped his wrist, stopping him. “Let’s finish this at home,” Wraith said.

Denial shuddered through Tynan. His penis screamed in protest, wept with its need to get inside Silver. But he knew Wraith was right. This wasn’t the place to call the magic that would change her.

Reluctantly he ended the kiss and stepped away from her. He took her hand in his, unable to stand complete separation. Wraith claimed her other hand and they hurried back to the cabin and into the bedroom.

“Strip,” Wraith said, peeling his trousers off.

Silver shivered at the sight of his cock. She removed her shirt and let it join his on the floor. Tynan’s sole article of clothing was added to the pile.

Tynan knelt in front of her, removing her boots the way he’d done the previous night, then tugged her pants off so she was standing naked before them. She opened her legs, whimpered as he kissed her bare mound and thrust his tongue into her slit.

She’d told herself that if The Mark was a portent signifying The Goddess intended her to walk a different life path, then there would be another sign providing direction. Tynan’s dream and Wraith’s carving of her, their words and touches—they were arrows pointing toward her destiny and she intended to go where they took her.

Betrayal was still a heavy weight in her heart, but it lightened as Tynan made love to her with his mouth. Liquid hunger poured into her with the touch of his lips and tongue, desire so potent she would have sunk to the floor if Wraith hadn’t positioned himself behind her.

His hands claimed her breasts. His cock pressed against the crevice of her buttocks. “Do you want both of us?” he whispered, tracing the shell of her ear before fucking into the sensitive canal.

“Yes,” she moaned. “Oh yes.”

His fingers tightened on her nipples. “Then beg for us. Tell us how much you want to feel our cocks inside you.”

Arousal gushed from her slit, sending Tynan into a fevered frenzy. She bucked and jerked, fucked herself on his tongue and ground herself against his mouth. It wasn’t enough.

A raging inferno burned out of control inside her. One that would never be extinguished, but only brought under control by their touch.