Elven Surrender

Chapter Four

Silver shivered in anticipation. She widened her thighs and immediately took Tynan’s cock in her mouth when he knelt in front of her. She was too needy to tease, too desperate to torment him the way she’d done with Wraith.

If Wraith was the wildness found in a summer storm, Tynan was the earth in springtime, fresh and exhilarating, throbbing with promise and potential. She sucked his penis, took him deep, hard, and filled with heady power when he nearly whimpered at the pleasure she was giving him. It was ecstasy returned a hundredfold when Wraith forged into her channel.

Tight. So tight. Despite the arousal dripping from her slit, Wraith fought for every inch his cock claimed. He felt as primitive as the earth from which The Mother had created elves, as powerful as the storm-filled skies of The Father’s domain.

He groaned when he was fully seated, panted and shuddered as her sheath tightened and released on his penis like a hungry mouth, sucking him as she was sucking his brother. Ecstasy, it was the ultimate surrender of will, and yet he’d known nothing else since the first touch of his lips to hers, the first tangle of his tongue with hers. He might dominate her but she commanded his pleasure, his future.

He nearly came when Tynan began begging, thrusting wildly as Silver took him between her lips. Wraith had never shared a woman before, had only rarely fantasized about it, but as he watched his brother’s cock forging in and out of Silver’s mouth, his testicles pulled tight against his body and his penis grew so swollen that he couldn’t remain still any longer.

Wraith closed his eyes and gave himself over to mindless pleasure and raw passion, to lust so hot it became molten, liquid hunger. His breath charged in and out of his chest. His heart raced, its beat a wild uncontrollable pulse surging through his cock and making his hips buck until his shout of release filled the bedroom.

Even after the last of his seed escaped, white-hot shards of soul-stealing pleasure continued to pierce him and make him tremble. He felt weak, boneless, satisfied in a way he’d never dreamed possible.

He would have collapsed on Silver, buried his face against her neck as his chest covered her back but somehow Tynan had kept from answering the siren song of her mouth. Wraith grunted when his brother pulled Silver out from under him. He dropped to the sheets and turned on his side so he could watch.

Emotion raged through Tynan, tender and fierce, all-consuming as he placed Silver on her back and settled on top of her. He’d waited a lifetime for this moment, resisted temptation and the lure of easy sex so he could couple with the woman destined for him, the woman who’d plagued his dreams with heated sensation but remained elusive until now.

“Silver,” he whispered, shivering as her arms encircled his neck and pulled him to her for a kiss. He could taste himself and Wraith on her. He could taste all the seasons, all the elements. She was everything, their future.

The elfling mark on her palm sent a flame of heat straight to his cock. Deep inside her he could feel the magic building, getting ready to change her into what she was meant to be.

A shudder went through him at the thought of losing her. If their paths hadn’t crossed in time…

Tynan deepened the kiss. His tongue tangled with hers as a touch of fear made him anxious to claim her. When her legs went around his waist, trapping him against her flushed, heated skin, he moaned and bucked against her smooth cunt and belly.

In, he had to get inside her. He needed to feel the hot, slick muscles of her sheath holding him, burning him, welcoming him.

“Silver,” he whispered again, rising enough so his cock head found her entrance.

“Please, Tynan, please,” she said, lifting, impaling herself on him and surrounding the tip of his penis with wet, fiery ecstasy.

He gave in to the desire that had built over a lifetime. With the first thrust he pushed all the way in and surrendered himself to the rightness of being with her.

There was no room for thought, no reality other than her sultry depths and the rub of her tongue against him as they clung to one another. He wanted to climb beneath her skin and live with her there. He settled for plunging wildly in and out of her, for swallowing her cries of release and giving her his own.

Trouble, Silver thought afterward as the covers were pulled up and she snuggled underneath them, held securely between Tynan and Wraith. She was in trouble.

The nagging twinge in her heart warned how easy it would be to build a fantasy around them—Wraith whose dominance thrilled and freed her, Tynan whose easy manner and tender touches made her feel cared for. She could love them. She could make a life with them. The Mark she’d looked upon with horror suddenly offered freedom from a path she’d once eagerly looked forward to treading.

Silver turned away from the thought before it could take hold, before doubts could form and deepen. No one knew what The Mark truly meant or why it appeared.

It would be gone soon enough. She would be gone. But she wouldn’t regret this night even if it meant leaving for her new home alone and remaining that way until she could look at a warlock and not compare him to Tynan and Wraith.

There was no future here. There was only the moment. She closed her eyes and savored the feel of being held between Wraith and Tynan as she drifted off to sleep.

Silver woke to a room warmed by a spring breeze and smelling of exotic flowers. Sunlight filtered through gauzy curtains and birds sang in nearby trees. Her lips curved upward in a smile. It was a fitting way to wake up after a night of fantasy.

For a moment she luxuriated in the warmth radiating off Wraith and Tynan. At some point they’d rolled onto their backs but they’d remained close, pressed against her as if even in sleep they wanted to keep touching her.

Don’t, her heart warned. Don’t make it more than it is.

She’d never been casual in her choice of bed partners. Always before they’d been warlocks or nulls who were friends first and friends afterward, men who understood she wasn’t free to give her heart until she finished her training and went through the Rite of New Beginnings.

Silver opened her palm and looked at The Mark. If anything it seemed more pronounced, darker and deeper than when it first appeared.

It had followed her into her dreams, the circle spinning wildly, the spiked lines in the center burning until she’d felt turned inside out, recreated. She closed her hand and eased into a sitting position, preferring to contemplate the men still sleeping on either side of her.

Stray tendrils of hair had escaped from their braids, but not enough to cover the delicate tips of their ears. She leaned down to study Tynan more closely.

He was mouth-wateringly gorgeous, beautiful and yet fiercely masculine. In sleep he was his brother’s twin. Awake they seemed as different as night and day.

She wondered what he did with his time, what his interests were. A glance around the bedroom revealed carved chess sets, some finished, some in the making.

If she hadn’t known otherwise, she would have guessed this cottage was his, that he tended the exotic garden in the bathing chamber and created the tiny playing pieces with his hands. Both required gentleness and patience.

Maybe not so different after all, she thought, turning her attention to Wraith and growing wet. He’d pulled the covers past where his cock nestled beneath a small thatch of downy pubic hair. Even soft he was alluring, making her imagine kissing down his chest and taking him in her mouth.

Tynan moved and she turned to find him watching her. With a casual sweep of his arm he tossed the covers off to reveal his hardened cock.

“Bathe with me,” he said.

They slipped from the low bed, parted company only long enough to attend to more private business before sliding into the heated water of Wraith’s spring-fed tub.

Silver selected a blue fruit from one of the bushes and crushed it in her hands. “My turn,” she said, urging Tynan onto the ledge beneath the water’s surface.

She lathered his chest and shoulders, positioned his arms on the edge of the sunken tub. “Stay,” she murmured, giving him the same command he’d given her in the bath the previous night.

Tynan’s laugh turned into a groan when she straddled his thighs and rubbed her mound against his jutting cock. She’d thought to tease, but the feel of his erection against her clit tempted her to rush.

Later, she told herself, remembering her earlier questions about him, wanting to take more than just the memory of sex when she left. “What do you do when you’re not visiting Wraith?”

“Until recently I hunted for gems. The most valuable of them I cut and sold to merchants and craftsmen.”

“And Wraith?”

“He’s been a bodyguard to merchants and nobles.”

“But not anymore?”

“No. Duty requires that our paths merge now.”

Tynan took her hand in his and rubbed his thumb over the elfling mark. Though his body craved pleasure, his heart rejoiced in these moments of conversation.

He was glad for the chance to talk to her, to try to prepare her for what was to come. Her fate was written in stone, her destiny clear to him. She would become elf. She would he his wife and Wraith’s.

Time was running out and he was forbidden from explaining the meaning of the mark. It was one of the most closely guarded secrets of his race. Still, he longed to ease her way, to offer her a future as appealing as the one she currently envisioned for herself. His conscience demanded that he not steal her dreams for the sake of his own.

“And you?” he asked. “If you choose to go through the Rite of New Beginnings, will you remain in New Holyoak ?”

Silver shook her head. “No. By custom only one warlock and one witch offspring from each home is allowed to remain here. My aunt and uncle raised me. My cousin Joelle is the most gifted new witch in their home.”

“What of your parents?”

“My mother died in childbirth without revealing the name of my father.”

“So you will be sent away?”

“I’ll be given a territory elsewhere.”

“This is something you want?” He stroked her palm again and watched as her gaze settled on the mark and her expression grew pensive. “Tell me,” he coaxed, abandoning her hand in order to pull her against his chest so they touched more intimately. “Does your heart demand that you serve as a witch?”

Silver ran her hand over his shoulder and up his neck, stopping when she got to his ear. She traced the outer shell then gently explored the delicate tip. His beauty clogged her throat with emotion, or perhaps his question had caught her at a vulnerable moment, juxtaposing fantasy against reality, highlighting the uncertainty and insecurity brought on by The Mark.

Perhaps the Goddess had looked into her heart and seen it was filled with a desire for a husband and children, a home to call her own instead of dreams of serving those in her territory. Perhaps that’s why The Mark had appeared. And yet she did want to use her magic and training to aid others. She did want a life that held meaning.

Tynan shivered as she stroked the tip of his ear. His cock throbbed against her mound and belly, making sexual hunger curl and build inside her.

Silver looked into his moss-green eyes. The tenderness she found there compelled her to answer his question honestly. “A witch’s path is the only one I know.”

“Wraith and I can show you another,” he whispered before he captured her mouth and thrust his tongue against hers.

Hope flooded Silver, but she listened to the silent warning of her heart and allowed it to be swept away by heated need. She unbound his hair, combed her fingers through the luxurious black locks before returning to his ears.

Tynan groaned and shuddered. His hips jerked and his cock ground against her clit each time she stroked the sensitive tips.

“Enough,” he panted, pulling her hands away from his ears when the kiss ended. Eyes that had been full of tenderness only moments earlier now blazed with fiery desire.

“Enough?” Silver teased, rubbing her hardened nipples against his chest, rising so the tip of his cock slid along her soft, swollen folds.

Tynan caught her hips, lifted them further and thrust upward, partially sheathing himself in her depths. “I was wrong,” he said. “Not enough, but more.”

Silver slid downward, taking all of him inside her. “You feel so good,” she whispered, bracing her hands on shoulders. “Lean back. Let me make love to you this time.”

“Anytime. Always.”

He was chiseled perfection, a face she could spend a lifetime looking at. Her eyes never left Tynan’s as she moved so his cock head kissed her entrance, then lowered so he pushed through her cunt lips and was swallowed by her channel.

He shuddered each time she rose. He groaned each time she took him all the way inside.

Small waves formed in the bath water around them. Swirling heat added to the sensation.

Endless spirals of desire twisted inside Tynan. He felt enthralled, completely captured in another’s magic. She was liquid fire and pure temptation, a fantasy made flesh.

“Kiss me,” he begged. And moaned when she took his mouth.

Her tongue twined with his, rubbed and stroked as her hard nipples pressed against his chest and her channel repeatedly swallowed his cock.

Each kiss was followed by another one, by a whiplash of desire.

Her movements quickened as their hunger grew. His buttocks flexed and jerked as he thrust upward. When her sheath tightened and rippled in orgasm, he was helpless against the need to come inside her.

Wraith gave them a minute to settle before he entered the bathing chamber with a plate of sliced fruit. He joined them in the water, his cock hard, throbbing, rigid against his belly.

It’d taken sheer willpower to stay away while the sounds of their lovemaking filled his cottage. Even now he wanted to bend her over the edge of the tub then kneel behind her on the sunken ledge and thrust into her. A shiver went through him as another image quickly rose to replace that one—a dark fantasy of spreading her ass cheeks and claiming her in a more primal way.

Wraith closed his eyes to regain control. He would take her—soon. But first he wanted to spend tender moments with her, as Tynan had done. He wanted to show her another side of himself before they ran out of time.

The magic was building rapidly inside her. Tendrils of it were beginning to reach out as if calling for the spell that would make her elf.

If she’d been raised among them then she would know what the mark on her palm signified. But she’d been raised among humans so the knowledge was forbidden to her until after she’d been changed and had time to learn their ways.

Her conversation with Tynan had given him hope, made him less fearful that she’d resent the loss of her old life. Still…

Wraith set the plate of fruit on the ground near the tub’s edge. “I thought you might be hungry,” he said, greeting her with a gentle kiss.

Silver couldn’t help herself. Her eyes ate their way down his body until they got to his thick cock. Despite the number of times she’d already orgasmed, her cunt clenched at the sight of his engorged penis.

“I’m very hungry,” she said, wondering if the nearly overwhelming sexual attraction was what all nulls felt in the presence of elves. Before The Mark appeared she’d never been so needy, so ready to take and be taken—but then she hadn’t known Tynan and Wraith either.

Next to her Tynan laughed. His hand found her spine and slid downward, making her arch her back as if she were offering her breasts to Wraith in order to satisfy his hunger.

Wraith didn’t hesitate. He captured a nipple and starting suckling.

Silver lost herself to sensation. She pressed into him, lifting off the narrow ledge to do it, cried out as Tynan’s hand slipped between her thighs to cup and rub her mound.

Heat. Incredible heat. Her clit throbbed with it. Her cunt lips filled and parted as it pulsed through her, starting at Wraith’s mouth and burning through her until it reached Tynan’s palm.

There was fire in her veins, in her core. It was hotter, more intense, the same and yet different. Instead of burning her from the inside out, this time it seemed to reach for Wraith and Tynan, as if it would pour through her and into them.

She raked her nails over Wraith’s back then freed his hair from its braid so she could spear her fingers through it and hold him to her. She needed him, needed the feel of his mouth on her, sucking in tandem with his fingers on her other nipple, synchronized with Tynan’s movements between her thighs.

Pleasure rippled through her, unstoppable. And still the heat built, reached for them until it was nearly unbearable.

Wraith’s fingers replaced his mouth. Lust glittered in his eyes. “Come for us. Now,” he commanded and like a forest fire out of control, orgasm raged through her, fast and furious, decimating any resistance and changing the landscape in its wake.

Silver slumped against Wraith. She whimpered softly when he repositioned her so her legs were on either side of him and his cock was a hard ridge against her belly.

“I’ll feed you first, then I’ll take what belongs to me,” Wraith said, satisfaction in his voice along with desire.

He selected a slice of pear and held it to her lips. Silver took the fruit he offered, licked the juice off his skin. He fed her another piece. This time she sucked his fingers clean, both of them remembering when it had been his cock between her lips.

Her nipples tightened when Tynan’s knuckles touched the nape of her neck and spine as he freed her braid. She moaned when he combed through her hair with his fingers, shivered with pleasure when he began brushing it, pressing hard enough so each stroke scraped erotically down her back.

Silver luxuriated, not just in the heated water and exotic setting, but in Wraith and Tynan’s attention. The Mark burned where it touched Wraith’s chest, made her feel open, as though there was a conduit from his heart to hers. It felt the same when she touched Tynan, the core of her reaching for the core of him. She felt surrounded by magic, immersed in it—not just the spell magic of elves but a more profound magic, as if her destiny was entwined with theirs.

When she started to turn away from the thought, to slam hope behind the closed doors of her heart, her earlier conversation with Tynan whispered through her mind.

Does your heart demand you serve as a witch?

A witch’s path is the only one I know.

Wraith and I can show you another.

But would she be brave enough to take it if they did?