Free OwnedbytheElf by Mina Carter Page A

of her hand. “Your call. Cut it
out, or let it beat to love you. Claim me, sweetheart.”
    If he’d snatched the blade from her hand and plunged it into
her rib cage, he couldn’t have struck a truer blow than he did with his words.
Emotion welled up, mingling with the desire running through her body.
    “Claim you? But how?”
    She looked down at her white shift with a frown. The sheer
fabric tried its best to conceal her body but failed miserably. “I don’t think
this is going to fit you.”
    He smiled, wicked dimples creasing his cheeks. Then his gaze
followed hers and all amusement fled, to be replaced by heat and longing.
    “Take me. Fuck me out here with the moon and stars as our
witness. Make me yours, Tamryn.”
    His voice was low and husky in the darkness, a deep rumble
of sheer temptation. Wild magic gathered around them in response to his words.
Holding her gaze, he mastered it, shaping and throwing it around them in a
maelstrom of sensation.
    A gasp escaped her as it lifted her shift and stroked along
her skin, tugging at her hair and whispering down along her spine. His lips
moved, shaping a single word she didn’t quite catch. She soon found out what it
was—a spell word. One moment smooth, worn leather brushed against her thighs as
she straddled his hips, and the next she felt the smooth, warm skin of his hips
and the thick, insistent press of his cock against the grove of her pussy lips.
    He rocked his pelvis and ground his erection against her
clit. She moaned, eyes rolling back in her head as white-hot need coiled and
pulsed within her.
    “Fuck me, Tamryn,” he whispered, sliding his hands up her
arms. “Ride me, long and hard. I want to feel you around me, over me. Know you’re
mine and I’m yours.”
    She whimpered, unable to hold out any longer. Lifting up,
she dropped the knife unheeded to the ground next to them. He didn’t recover it
this time, too busy groaning as she wrapped her fingers around the thickness of
his shaft. She loved the feel of his cock in her hands. Biting her lip, she
stroked him twice, reveling in the feel of the velvet skin sliding over his
steel-like shaft.
    He bit back a curse, arching back against the blanket
beneath them as his eyes rolled back in his head. Feeling a rush of feminine
triumph at the power she wielded over such a powerful man, she lifted up and
fit the thick mushroom head of his cock against the slick entrance to her cunt.
    A moan of pleasure in the back of her throat, she sank down
on him. Her body stretched around his thick cock, the fit still so tight she
had to hold her breath as he breached her. Rocking herself against him, she
felt every inch of his cock as she impaled herself inch by glorious inch on his
stiffened shaft.
    His fingers dug into her hips as though to hold her down on
him, but she knew better. The fine tremors that racked his body told the tale
of how much control he was exerting on himself not to snap and take over.
    “Fucking hells !” He slammed a fist into the ground
near his shoulder, every muscle and sinew tensed as she slid down him.
    She whispered sweet nothings, soft feminine murmurs as she
gave up any thought of teasing him. Instead, she lifted up and impaled herself
again. The slippery slide down his rigid cock drove any other thought out of
her head but getting more of the delicious sensation.
    Breathy moans spilled from her throat as she rode him. His
hands wrapped around her waist, strong arms lifting her up so she could slide
onto him again. Only lifting her, never driving her down.
    “That’s it, sweetheart, ride me,” his deep voice urged, dark
whispers that spoke to her very soul. “You’re beautiful. I love watching you
when you come.”
    She just nodded, trying to concentrate as her movements grew
faster, less controlled. All that mattered was him inside her. She needed to be
filled by his cock, his arms around her. Tension coiled in her loins, her clit
throbbing every time she ground herself against