Read Claimed by the Elven King: Part One Online
Authors: Cristina Rayne
“Our children,” I repeated dully. “I don’t know what to think or feel
anymore.”
“You need not think or feel anything if that is truly what you wish,”
he reminded me quietly. “That is still a choice I give you.”
I sighed and laid back against him. “That’s something I’ll never
choose. So what happens now?”
“Now,” he said, turning my face towards his, “we make love.”
I didn’t try to resist him. What was the point when I really didn’t
want to anyway. He found my lips parted and welcoming. However, it was a quick
kiss, not exactly the rough, tongue-wrestling affair I had in mind.
“Let us find our marriage bed,” Sethian said.
As I watched with astonished eyes, the room began to change—into the
same bedroom I had initially been taken to last night. We were also no longer
sitting in the chair. Sethian now stood in the center of the room with me
cradled in his arms.
“How did you do that?’ I asked curiously.
“Always the scientist,” he laughed. “Now is not the time for
explanations. We will have countless millennia for that.”
My new elf husband wasted no time in carrying me to the bed, then
tumbling us both onto the coverlet. He had been calm and serious before, but
now his demeanor was completely playful. That made him all the more appealing.
Feeling the entirety of his weight pressing my body into the bed was its
own ecstasy. I wrapped my legs around his torso and sought his lips while my
hands threaded into his hair. I would never get tired of running my fingers
through that unique silkiness.
He chuckled delightfully and said, “I guess removing our clothing the
usual way is out of the question.”
And in the next second, I felt his skin against mine where cloth had
been earlier. More elven magic, I supposed, but I didn’t care at the moment
because Sethian had chosen to forgo foreplay and had entered me to the hilt
with one powerful thrust, instead. Last night, I had not experienced his
initial penetration since my mind had been mush at the time, so I wasn’t
prepared for it at all.
I gasped at the unexpected amount of pain. Apparently I was a lot more
sore from last night than walking around earlier had revealed, but I welcomed
the pain. It was my anchor to reality, the thing that told me this was all
real. In all my dreams, never once had I felt any kind of physical pain.
My elven lover moved slowly within me, perhaps aware of my slight
discomfort. I closed my eyes tightly, afraid that I would start crying again.
Immediately, I felt his fingers lightly caressing my face. I opened my eyes,
and I swear that all time stopped. His eyes weren’t just looking at me; he was
looking
at
me
, everything I am, was, and will be—the very essence of my being.
That realization was earth-shattering enough, but it was the dew on a
blade of grass amidst a raging hurricane compared to what occurred next. I
seemed to leave my body momentarily, and another presence filled me—Sethian—every
bit of emptiness within my soul had become saturated with his essence. No—
bonded
.
Joined, connected—our souls had somehow become one.
It could have been a second, an hour, a year, a hundred millennia; all
were correct. The first thing I saw when my wits returned was the utter shock
in Sethian’s eyes. It had been my thought that the experience was the elf’s
doing. His expression was telling me I couldn’t have been more wrong.
He lay over me, all movement completely stilled, almost as if he feared
he would shatter something precious with something as mundane as breathing. Even
in such a short time of knowing him, I had already become so accustomed to the
elven king’s seemingly unbreakable calm. To see that calm shattered completely
was like leaning against a brick house and it suddenly falling over onto its
side.
“What did that mean?” I asked softly.
He didn’t pretend to misunderstand.
“I’m not certain,” Sethian admitted, his eyes staring intently at my
own. “It could mean nothing—or everything.”
Slowly, he withdrew from me and rolled over to his side, pulling me
into a tight embrace as if reluctant to have me even an inch away from him.
As I lay silently in his arms, a maelstrom of emotions swept through
me—curiosity, puzzlement, excitement, worry, fear…
…and I realized that they were not my own. Confusion and anxiety were
the only emotions I felt in any large quantity. Those other emotions seemed
almost alien, except that they left the “feel” of Sethian in their wake.
I glanced at Sethian and found him looking down at me. It was apparent
that he had been staring down at me for some time.
“Why are
you
afraid?” I asked on a whim.
“You feel that, do you?” That seemingly impenetrable calm had returned.
“I feel it,” I confirmed. “I don’t understand how, but I’m sure it
isn’t my imagination. Elven magic?”
He shook his head. “It’s not that simple. I do not wish to get into
metaphysics with you at this time. You are confused enough. Plus, I do not
fully understand how this happened myself. Between
Sidhe
and human…never
mind. Perhaps the best approach is to simply allow things to continue without
speculation.”
I gasped as I suddenly found myself on my back again, a grinning elf
hovering above me, his forearms bearing most of his weight.
“What are you—” I stammered, feeling my cheeks getting warm as I
realized the flutters I was feeling throughout my body was the elf-king’s
amusement.
His smile widening, Sethian bent to brush his lips lightly over mine,
just enough to make them tingle, followed by a teasing swipe of his tongue
along my bottom lip that made me quiver with pleasure.
“I’m curious,” he said, his mouth only an inch from mine, “about what
this new, deeper connection between us will add to our physical joining.” He
gazed down at me knowingly. “Especially since such a mild emotion from me causes
such a reaction within you.”
By now my face was burning so hotly that I imagined flames were
consuming my cheeks. Yet, somehow I managed a shaky smile and a murmured, “We
were
interrupted…”
His enormous cock slid into my slick passage once again, stretching my
delicate tissues to the brink of what I could comfortably handle, and my
feelings of excitement and arousal exploded exponentially. I moved to wrap my
legs around him, but before I could, he dug his arms beneath my back and lifted
us both up until he was sitting back onto his haunches and I was straddling him
across his lap, his cock reaching even deeper into me so that I felt that it
was almost splitting me in two.
I wrapped my arms around his neck as he cupped my ass and lifted me up
a bit, urging me to move. Having never done this, I rocked onto his member with
a slow and uncertain movement, his scalding hands quickly guiding me into a
faster rhythm as he bent his head to fasten his equally hot mouth onto the
point where my shoulder and neck met and sucked so hard that I dug my nails
deep into the flesh of his back and cried out in both surprise and pleasure.
I had the sudden urge for him to bite down, and in the next second, I
felt the sting of his teeth shallowly pierce my skin, causing me to suddenly
climax so hard that I nearly bit my tongue in half. A rush of salt and metal
flooded my taste buds as waves of pleasure crashed throughout my body.
Sethian grabbed my trembling hips in a bruising hold and began to
thrust up into me almost violently, capturing my lips again in an equally
bruising kiss. My tongue stung a little as he slid his tongue over and over the
slight injury I had inadvertently caused myself, tasting, and I had a fleeting
thought that I had never asked him if drinking my blood was just a particular
kink of his or something darker. Then Sethian slammed up into me with a
particularly deep and brutal thrust that made me cry out in a strange mixture
of pain and increasing arousal, and I lost the ability to think at all.
As he bent to take one of my breasts into his mouth, a faint noise made
it past the haze of pleasure that had filled my mind, and I instinctually
opened my eyes to look over my elven lover’s shoulder.
A woman was standing in the doorway across the room, an elf I realized,
pointed ears poking out of hair so platinum blonde that it was almost white. She
was staring expressionlessly at us from a face that was so alien, yet beautiful,
that it couldn’t be real.
Mortified at being seen in such an intimate moment, I started to say
Sethian’s name to alert him to our unexpected visitor, but my vision suddenly
blurred and everything instantly faded to black along with my consciousness.
CLAIMED BY THE ELVEN KING: PART TWO
After
awakening to find herself alone again and with only vague memories of making
love with Sethian, Emily soon finds that the day will bring more than one
surprise in the form of a chance meeting as well as a sudden visit from the
elven king within the royal baths.
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Cristina Rayne
lives in West Texas with her crazy cat and about a dozen bookcases full of
fantasy worlds and steamy romances. She has a degree in Computer Science which
totally qualifies her to write romances. As Fantasy is her first love, she
feels if she can inject a little love into the fantastical, along with a few
steamy scenes, then all the better.
Claimed by the Elven King
is her
debut serialized Fantasy Erotic Romance novel.