Page 238 of The War and Deceit Series omnibus

“I want you.” Prowling towards him, I place my hands on his chest, my fingers bunching the fabric of his tunic. I shiver with delight as his hands land on my waist.

“Clarissa…” he groans, his head falling back, and I know he’s going to try and deny me just as the others have, concerned about hurting me.

With a growl, I grab his face, pulling it down so he’ll meet my eyes. There’s a battle raging there. I can tell how badly he wants this, how difficult it’s been for him to be the last, seeing me be intimate with the others but not having crossed that line with him yet, making everything official. Sex for elves is a normal, sometimes casual part of their lives, unless you have a fated goddess bond, in which case sex seals the connection. The tribes have their over version,ematus, but it works the same way. I have three mates, I shouldn’t long for another, yet Eldrin and I are pulled together, no matter how we tried otherwise. So although sex with Eldrin won’t ‘bond’ us together like it would if the Mother had blessed us to mate, it still feels like…more.

I thread my fingers through his hair, knowing he’s not going to do anything unless I prompt him. “Eldrin, I want to make you mine. Don’t deny me this.”

My words seem to break his resolve, his golden eyes shining as he groans low in his throat before surging down and melding our lips together in a fierce kiss. Gripping him tighter, I return his kisses with vigour, tracing the crease of his lips with my tongue until he grants me entry.

He pulls back for air and presses his forehead against mine, our eyes meeting. “I could never deny you anything, my heart is yours.”

His words send a bolt of desire straight to my core, and I press my thighs together to relieve some of the pressure building between them, my head falling back with a moan. With a throaty chuckle, Eldrin nuzzles my neck, kissing my pulse point, his hands holding me still as I try to writhe.

“Stay still,” he warns, lifting his head and narrowing his golden eyes at me before getting back to work kissing and nipping my neck. Ignoring his warning, I moan again and press against him, sliding my arms down his neck to his shoulders. He pulls away with a frown, except the corners of his mouth are turned up and mirth shines in his eyes.

Uh-oh.

“What did I say?” Before I have a chance to answer or even realise what’s happening, we’re moving. Blinking, I glance up at Eldrin and see he’s spun us around. My back is now pressed against a tree, and Eldrin has both of my arms pinned above my head with a single hand. He leans over me, smirking. “That’s better,” he drawls, his eyes taking me in like I’m his next meal.

I should feel offended, rip my arms from his grip, and push him away. I don’t follow orders from him. A mate deserves to be wooed romantically, not pinned and fucked against a tree. Then why am I so turned on?

Leaning in with that infuriating smirk, he presses his lips to mine once more, placing his free hand on the base of my jaw so he can angle my face as he deepens the kiss. His hand is so large, his fingers span the length of my jaw and across my neck. My pulse pounds furiously under his fingers, and I don’t know what it is about being in this position, but it has moisture pooling between my legs. Having someone’s hand on my neck, letting them be in control of me and order me around would usuallybe enough to trigger me, but this is Eldrin. With a low purr, he undoes the clasp of my cloak and rubs his face against mine like I’ve seen cats do, his eyes sparkling as he pulls back to look at my expression. Whatever he sees there has him grinning.

Dragging his hand down my throat to the valley of my breasts, he deftly unlaces the bodice of my dress. I want to ask how he’s able to do that so well one handed, but I find myself breathless, so I give up. Now that the bodice is suitably loosened, he opens the front of my dress and pulls away the modesty panel to free my breasts. The beauty of having a front opening dress like this is he doesn’t have to release my hands from where they’re fixed above my head. His eyes drop to my chest, roving over my quickly hardening nipples, but his expression changes when he sees my waist. My scar. I stiffen, pulling at his hand, instinctively moving to cover up. I may be okay with having another scar on my body, but having someone see it is another issue.

“Stop.” His voice is softer than I would have expected, and it breaks through my discomfort enough for me to do as he says and meet his gaze. I’m anticipating to see sympathy, but what I actually see is anger. Not at me, but at the person who did this to me. “I’m going to let go of your hands, but I want them to stay where they are,” he orders in a low voice, his eyes daring me to challenge him. “If you lower them, I might be forced to bind them during our joining. Then I can have my way with you,” he continues in a whisper when I raise my eyebrow at him. I won’t admit that his dirty words fill my mind with images that make my knees weak, but from the twitch of his lips, I’m sure he can smell my arousal. He waits for my response, and I bite down on my lip, his gaze zeroing in on the action, watching me closely until I nod my head once.

Releasing my hands, he sinks to his knees in front of me, pushing the fabric of my dress aside and growling low in histhroat as he sees the black tendrils of my wound. The epicenter of the scar where I was hit with the magic is on my back, but it spread out like a dark spiderweb across my skin. Gently, he places his palm over the part he can see, glancing up to check he’s not causing me pain. Reassured by my nod, he traces his fingers over some of the inky lines, tickling my skin and drawing a giggle from me, my hands moving down to fend him off.

He’s instantly in front of me again, pinning my hands above me once more. “That was strike one,” he whispers into my ear, nipping my lobe and drawing a gasp from my lips. Releasing my hands, he drops to his knees again, kissing along the scar and tracing along any others he finds with his fingers. Framing my hips with his large hands, he hooks his thumbs into the waistband of my skirt and pushes it down until it falls to the ground.

He groans in pleasure, rubbing his thumbs over the curve of my hips, his face becoming more fae than ever as his pupils narrow to tiny slits. He tilts his head up to look at me, and his hair falls back, exposing his ears, and I’ve never found him more attractive. I stopped noticing his scars long ago, it’s just part of who he is, and I wouldn’t have him otherwise.

Slowly, he begins kissing his way up my body, his soft touch so at odds with his hard exterior. He cups my breasts, squeezing and testing their weight before sucking one of my nipples into his mouth. My back arches away from the tree at the powerful sensations shooting straight to my clit. His eyes shoot up, narrowing as he ensures my arms are still in position above my head, but I haven’t moved them, my body stretched out before him.

Standing to his full height, he grips my wrists, his other hand still on my breast, tweaking my nipple into a stiff peak. Smirking, he swoops in and presses open-mouthed kisses to my lips, stealing my pleasure-filled noises. Pushing me back againstthe tree, he releases my breast and trails his fingers down my body to between my legs, his growl loud in my ears as he discovers how wet I am. Dropping his head to my neck, he begins kissing against my pulse point again as his fingers begin their exploration. Circling my entrance, he purrs against my skin, making me moan as my entire body ignites.

“So wet for me already,” he whispers in my ear, his voice husky with his desire. When his fingers find my clit, I nearly cry out, my body spasming under his touch. He smiles against my neck as he circles the swollen nub, slowly winding me up. When he removes his hand, I cry out, only to gasp as he gently slaps my clit before rubbing away the sting. “Greedy,” he mumbles against my neck. Before I can open my mouth to complain, I feel his finger at the entrance of my pussy as he works it into me before adding a second. Soon he’s adding a third, moving them in a rhythm that has my pleasure building. Moaning, I drop my head forward and rest it on his shoulder as he twists his fingers, flicking the sweet spot deep inside me. Except he stops.

“No,” he grumbles, starting to remove his fingers. “I want to see your face.”

Raising my head, I meet his stern gaze. As soon as he sees my pleasure addled expression, he grins, all smug male as he nods and gets back to torturing me with his fingers. I want to touch him, but as I tug on his hand, he just tightens his grip on my wrists, leaving me at his mercy for his ministrations. I know if at any point I want him to stop, he will, and I think that’s what is so arousing about it. Although he’s taking control, I’m actually the one who has all of the power here.

Twisting his fingers again, he flicks my G-spot and leans in close, his lips against my ear. “Come for me.” His command tips me over the edge, bliss coursing through me as my orgasm consumes my body, my pussy clutching his fingers as I ride out the waves of pleasure.

When he finally lets go of my hands and smiles cockily at me, I grab him by the lapels of his shirt and pull him to me with a strength that surprises us both. Spinning us around, I slam him against the tree as I rip open his shirt, marvelling at his warrior’s body. There’s an expression of wicked delight on his face, but I don’t hesitate long before I’m pouncing on him, kissing and biting his lower lip. Growling into my mouth, he reciprocates and pulls the remainder of my dress off, throwing it to the ground like it burned him. My hands roam his body, my nails dragging down his skin as I make my way to his trousers and the erection that’s pressing against my hip. When I get the chance to do this again, I want to explore his body properly and kiss each scar to remind him I find all of him beautiful, but right now, we don’t have time for that.

That desperate need to make himminerides me, and I can’t wait for the moment we can finally be joined. I push his trousers and underwear down, and his erection springs free, his head falling back with a throaty male groan. Palming his cock, I bite my lip at the velvety hardness, watching as the tip glistens with pre-cum as I give it a few gentle strokes.

“I want to taste you.” I’m on my knees before I finish speaking.

“Clarissa—” Whatever he was going to say is cut off by a string of elvish through gritted teeth as I lick the end of his cock, the salty taste of him exploding on my tongue. Taking him deeper into my mouth, I bob my head as I suck, trailing my tongue along the underside of his length. His hand threads through my hair, but he’s gentle, letting me set the pace.

I find a rhythm, enjoying his noises of pleasure, when his arms come down and scoop me up, his hands cupping my ass as my legs automatically wrap around his waist. He spins, and once again, I find myself pinned against the tree. Bracing one hand on the trunk next to my head, he reaches between us and linesup his cock with my entrance, using my arousal to coat himself. Slowly, he sinks inside me, and both of us groan in bliss. Inch by glorious inch, he keeps going until he reaches the hilt, pressing his forehead against mine. Unlocking my hands from around his neck, I cup his face, pulling it away from mine so I can see him properly as I wait for him to open his eyes. When he does, his eyes are shining with unspoken emotion, but he doesn’t have to say anything, because I know how he’s feeling—I can feel it. Tangling my fingers through his hair, I find his ears and trace the pointed tips, grinning as his eyes narrow.

Surging forward, he kisses me with abandon, his hips rolling as he thrusts into me. I gasp into his mouth, holding on for dear life, digging my nails into his back to urge him on. He does exactly that, our breaths and gasps mingling together in the forest, the distant sounds of the camp in the background. I’m worried about my back causing issues, but although Eldrin pounds into me, he cradles my body so gently, creating the perfect contrast.

My orgasm catches me by surprise, the blinding bliss making my head fall back as I feel the prick of his incisors against my neck in a traditional fae mating. My fae side rises within me, feeling the need to complete the bond, so I lift my head and bite down on his neck, making him jerk and groan loudly. He comes then, my pussy squeezing his cock, wringing him of every ounce of pleasure.

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