Fae-tastic Fun On A Day Of Celebration! 😉

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Despite my deep misgivings over the state of my country, I would like to wish a Happy Independence Day to all my fellow Americans. And to everyone else, Happy Tuesday! To celebrate, or to escape from reality for a little while, I thought I'd share some Fae Fun with you. Enjoy! 😉

Excerpt from Bound by the Summer Prince:

When he was confident his Anamchara was ready to proceed, Uaine began to work himself in and out of her with shallow movements. He held her body back from his, to minimize the friction she was able to generate with her squirming, and maintained a slow and steady pace. She whipped her head back and forth, causing her hair to brush against him, and squealed into her gag with frustration, but he just smiled. "I'm doing you a favor, my love, you don't truly wish a spanking; do you?"

Becoming more and more desperate to feel her lover's body working against her own, Roni tried to use her legs to gain the leverage she needed, but the restraints at her ankles did not allow her the necessary range of motion. The cuffs were wide and padded enough that she could yank on them as hard as she liked without damaging herself, but they had no give at all. She began thrashing as much as her bonds allowed and screamed her dissatisfaction and lust out to the room.

Uaine smiled and said; "Your wish is my command, my love, but you still do not have permission to cum." With that, he pushed her back against the wall and altered his grip on her from her waist to underneath her thighs, which tilted her hips up. The change in angle allowed him to move over that spot, at the front of, and just inside of, her, with every stroke, and for him to grind his pelvis against her clitoris every time their bodies met. He rotated his hips as he moved in and out of her, and soon could feel the muscles inside of her gripping at him. "Remember darling, you will be punished if you cum without permission."

Roni threw her head back and closed her eyes, as the waves of pleasure built inside her belly. Now that he was finally fucking her properly, she could feel herself swiftly moving towards her peak. When she heard his words, they were like a bucket of ice water thrown over her. Snapping open her eyes, she glared at him in frustration and growled into the gag.

Smirking he said; "No sweeting, not yet. You'll have to be patient."

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Bound by the Summer Prince

Is The Fun In The Chase Or In Being Caught? 😉

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I thought I'd give you a little something to start your weekend off right. Enjoy! 😉

Excerpt from Taken By The Huntsman:
As she slowed to unfasten her clothing, a body slammed into her, knocking her to the ground. Her captor turned them both in the air so that she landed on top of him, but then quickly rolled her beneath him and pinned her. The scent of the one who held her drove her wild, and she grabbed him and pulled him closer. Sliding her hands up to his mass of hair, she grabbed two handfuls of it and pulled his face closer to hers. Reaching up, she placed her lips gently against his and inhaled deeply. This was what she needed.

Cassie pulled her captor even closer and wrapped her legs around his waist. She opened her mouth and probed his lips with her tongue. When he opened his mouth, she slid her tongue inside and kissed him passionately.

Using her hands, she searched until she found a gap in his clothing. She slid her arms around him, skimming her hands up the bare skin of his back, underneath his shirt. Sinking her fingernails into the flesh of his back, she held him close to keep her prey from escaping.

She didn’t know why she needed this so badly, but she felt like she would die if the male on top of her didn’t help ease the pain she was feeling. Frantically, she worked her hips back and forth, grinding the center of her body against his stomach. She groaned in frustration, and then in satisfaction when she felt him touch her there with his hand.

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Taken by the Huntsman

Exploring #Taboos And #Trust 😉

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With summer just around the corner, I thought I'd share a little snippet from the Winter Court. Enjoy! 😊

Excerpt From Captivated By The Winter King:
Turning back to his mate, he said, "Come here." When she approached, he ordered, "Remove your clothing."

In spite of the warmer air, Kate shivered. There was something deliciously naughty about the idea of being naked outside. They were alone and the area was remote, but it was not a private space. Anyone might happen by.

Reaching behind her neck, she tugged at the closure that sealed the dress in back. It had been spelled to release when she pulled at it, and the bodice dropped away from her body. Sliding the sleeves down her arms, she allowed it to pool at her waist as she unfastened the top of the skirt. Once freed, she allowed the dress to fall to the ground and stepped out of it. Seeing that Ankou held his hand out for it, she picked it up and handed it to him.

Standing under the cloudless sky in nothing but her lacy underwear, she felt free. She looked at her mate, who just raised his eyebrows and said, "Those as well."

After sliding the bra straps down her arms, she reached behind herself to unhook it. The cool air caressed her skin and her nipples puckered. She shivered as she handed the bra to Ankou. Taking a deep breath, she removed her boots and stockings. The cold of the snow under her feet was noticeable, but not unbearable. She realized Ankou was using magic to protect her there as well and she smiled. Sliding her panties down her legs, she stepped out of them and handed them to her mate.

"Stay there," ordered Ankou, who took Kate's clothing and laid it on the platform they had slept on to keep it from getting wet in the snow. Walking around the small clearing, he looked for things he could use. He found the remnants of a tree that had broken and fell. Using magic, he smoothed and shaped the stump into a wooden platform. After making sure the surface was polished and free of any splinters or sharp edges, he ordered Kate to join him.

As she padded across the snow, Kate couldn't help but wonder what Ankou had planned. Looking at the stump he had prepared, she was confused. It looked sturdy and came up to her belly button, but she didn't see what it could be used for.

Walking a few feet away, Ankou selected a large stick from the pile of wood Kate had collected the night before. Using magic again, he shaped it into a long, thin, smooth cane. He used both hands to bend it, testing how much give was in the wood. Satisfied, he returned to where his Anamchara waited for him.

When Kate saw what Ankou had in his hand, her eyes widened. Did he intend to use that on her? Searching his face, she found no clues in his blank expression.

Standing in front of her, the Winter king saw the trepidation in his mate's eyes. Cupping his hand behind her head, he threaded his fingers through her hair and drew her body against his. He leaned down, claiming her lips in a possessive kiss. Skimming his lips along her cheek, he nipped at her ear and whispered, "Do you trust me?"

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Captivated by the Winter King

A Little Taste of Summer Heat

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With winter in full swing, I thought it might be nice to give us all a reminder of the heat that comes in the summer. 😉 Enjoy... 

Excerpt from Bound by the Summer Prince:
Roni gulped. Uaine had placed a shallow platform against the wall for her to stand on, to make the difference in their heights less of a complication. He had then placed restraints on the wall, in the perfect positions to hold her ankles when she stood on the platform, and her wrists if she held them up by her head. The restraints were wide, padded, leather cuffs with buckles. They looked comfortable enough, it was clear he had no intention of causing her injury, but were intimidating all the same.

"What do you think?" He asked, causing her to whip her head back around to meet his eyes.

"You obviously have some delusion of me allowing you to put me in those." she stated.

Uaine watched his mate's face, she was always so careful to guard her expressions, but sometimes a flicker of what she felt would show. Trepidation slid briefly through her eyes, but also excitement. She wasn't as opposed to the idea as she pretended.

While he would never attempt to coerce his Anamchara to do anything she truly did not wish to do, he was reasonably certain she was willing to be persuaded in this, and he hoped that making her reliant on him in this way would deepen their bond. He knew she did not trust him with her heart, but perhaps that would come if he could get her to trust him with her body.

"You are afraid." He teased.

Roni's nostrils flared as she bristled at the accusation. "I fear nothing! Certainly not you! Don't you keep telling me that you're bound to me by some mystical bond? You can't hurt me!"

Reaching out to cup her cheek gently, Uaine smiled. "No, I can't hurt you. I don't want to hurt you. I would sooner plunge a dagger into my own heart, than allow a single hair on your head to be harmed. So will you not indulge me in this? I promise you will not be disappointed."

Momentarily allowing her eyes to slide closed at the feel of his hand against her face, Roni forced herself to put aside her weakness, her craving for touch, and consider her options. She could flatly refuse, and insist on remaining unfettered while they played; it was clear he would not force the issue. Her past had taught her enough about how a male's body worked, that she was sure she could make the experience memorable for him.

On the other hand, he so rarely asked her for anything that it was becoming difficult to play on his feelings. Con games worked best when the mark had expectations that she could either fulfill or deny. It was true that she had to assert her independence, so that he would work to please her and she could use that to manipulate him into doing what she wanted. But she also needed him to feel as if she were forming a connection with him. If she frustrated all of his efforts, he might give up altogether, and then she'd be stuck. Besides, this would hardly be the first time she'd been tied up during sex.

No matter how boring or distasteful she ended up finding the encounter, she was sure she'd be able to feign enough enthusiasm to satisfy him; she always had before. It had become clear long ago that males generally had no idea, or interest in, how to please a female; as long as she made the right sounds at the right moments, and told them how wonderful they were, it kept them happy. Sex was just one more tool to be used to manage people, especially males.

Still, she'd have to lay some ground rules. He had told her he was tens of thousands of years old, but that didn't mean he knew how to play this game without hurting her. She knew he didn't intend to cause her harm, but there was a difference between hurting someone and damaging them. Being willing to humor him didn't extend as far as allowing him to torture her without limits. She cocked an eyebrow. "Okay, but first we have to agree on the terms."

"Terms?" He smiled. "You enjoy turning everything into a negotiation, don't you? Very well, what are your terms?"

Ignoring his dig she said; "First, I'll need a word or phrase to say if I want you to stop. It has to be something I wouldn't say otherwise, and I must have your word that if I say it you'll stop immediately."

Uaine's eyebrows shot up almost to his hairline. Would she really question something so basic? "Of course!! You will have a safeword, it would be impossible to engage in such play without one, and if I gag you then we will first agree upon a gesture that will serve the same purpose. I suggest the word 'stad,' it means 'stop' in the old language, and should be easy to remember."

Roni nodded. "That will do. Also, if I agree to this then you have to agree to do something that I ask of you."

He laughed. "I thought that might be one of your terms. What would you like me to do?"

She gave him a naughty grin. "I don't know yet, but I'm sure something will come up." She reached out and ran her hand over his hip, heading towards his groin.

He intercepted her hand and raised it to his lips, placing a gentle kiss on the back of it. "I have no doubt that the appropriate eventuality will arise." He teased while making gentle circles with his thumb against her palm. "But I reserve the right to refuse one request. Agreed?"

Sighing, Roni nodded. "Agreed."

Smiling, Uaine brought both of his hands up to cup her face tenderly. He laid the most chaste of kisses on her mouth, and when she tried to deepen it he used the grip he had on her chin to restrain her.

Roni's eyes had somehow closed when she felt his lips against hers, but when he pulled away they flew open and met his. She saw him grinning down at her, and, taking a deep breath, she tried to settle herself. Perhaps several thousand years was enough time for a male to finally learn a few tricks about pleasing a female.

Uaine gently maneuvered his Anamchara so that her back was between the restraints. He didn't raise her up onto the platform yet, but he took her hands and placed them next to her head on the wall. Lightly pressing on them, he looked into her eyes to see if she understood she was to keep them there. When she nodded, he lowered his hands to her shoulders, massaging them, and then ran them slowly down her body. His thumbs brushed almost imperceptibly over her breasts, and he felt her nipples harden.

Smiling to himself at her responsiveness, his hands drifted lower; over her hips and thighs, squeezing slightly as they moved, until he reached the hem of her dress. With one quick motion, he grabbed her garment and lifted it over her head. Her arms pulled through cleanly, and he dropped the clothing on the ground. Pausing a moment, he allowed himself to admire the beauty of his female in her undergarments. Heat filled his eyes as he thought about how he would worship her body.

Roni gasped in surprise as her dress flew over her head, and then smiled at the look on Uaine's face. That was the type of desire she wanted to see when a male looked at her in lingerie; it went a long way towards soothing the hurt caused by his previous rejection. With challenge in her eyes, Roni stepped back and up onto the platform, keeping her hands next to her head.

Uaine licked his lips, and hoped that his mate was enjoying their game as much as she seemed to be. The playfulness in her expression made him think she might be...now he just needed to put some heat in her eyes. Reaching up, he moved her arms lower so he could slide the straps of her bra down; but he had never seen a Fae female wear such a garment, and the method for removing it completely escaped him.

Laughing at his confusion, Roni reached behind herself and unhooked the clasp of her bra. She allowed it to slowly drift down until her chest was fully revealed, reveling in her lover's response to his first sight of her uncovered breasts. She was proud of the fact that even with such a large bust, removing the support resulted in barely any sagging at all. The garment fell from her fingers, and she kicked it away.

Leaning toward his Anamchara, Uaine put his hands on her forearms and pinned them against the wall as his lips moved slowly from her shoulder to the hollow just below her ear. He breathed against her, and allowed his shirt-covered chest to brush lightly against her swollen nipples. A shudder went through her as he moved both of her wrists into the restraints.

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Bound by the Summer Prince

A Holiday Escape

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I hope you're all having a FANTABULOUS holiday season!! But just in case you could use a break from all the merry-making -- or your family 😉 -- let me recommend you make a quick escape into that new Kindle/tablet/phone/etc and indulge in a hot, fairytale romance. Enjoy!! 

Taken by the Huntsman:

Cassie sighed. She could see she wasn’t going to win this argument either. The music that was playing in the background caught her attention, and she used it as an excuse to change the subject.

“Where is the music coming from?”

“Some of my people like to play in the evening. I asked them to play in the sitting room down the hall, if they chose to play this evening.”

“Why?”

“Because I would like to dance with you, and I am hoping that you will agree.”

Cassie studied the being sitting next to her. She had never met a male like him before. He stated what he wanted boldly, with no apology, but he was willing to take "no" for an answer.  She knew that the choice truly was hers.  If she told him she didn’t want to dance with him, he wouldn’t attempt to coerce or guilt her into it. He would simply accept her decision.

The men she had known before had either demanded and then whined when they didn’t get their way, or they refused to speak their minds and then sulked when what they wanted didn’t happen. Cadeyrn had the annoying and disconcerting habit of often making decisions without consulting others. But he had also shown himself willing and able to listen and, at times, to compromise.

So far, the only times he had truly ignored her wishes was in keeping her in Fairie and in not stopping Yestin’s torture. She had to admit that her attempt to interfere with the laws the Erlking was enforcing had been rather arrogant on her part. If she had walked up to the warden of a jail in the United States and demanded he take a prisoner out of solitary confinement because she thought it was inhumane, she’d have met with no more success than she had in Yestin’s case. Whether she agreed with them or not, the laws of Fairie were the laws. And, as a Fae, Yestin was subject to them. Cadeyrn was just doing his job and had been exceedingly patient with her objections.

His excuse for keeping her in Fairie against her will was that she would be in danger if he did not keep her in protective custody.  She thought that was probably true.  But it still didn’t seem right to her that her freedom should be curbed because of some crazy fairy-bond-thing.

She couldn’t say he was entirely right in his decision to keep her captive; she thought, if she could get back to Earth, she could probably disappear and be safe enough from fairies. But, without more information about the capabilities of the Fae, she couldn’t say he was entirely wrong either. In the final analysis, though, it was her life, so it should be her decision.  At least, that was her opinion on the matter. Still, she had to admit that for someone who had absolute power, he was amazingly liberal in his behavior and attitudes.

“Yes, I’ll dance with you.”

Cadeyrn gave her a heart-stopping smile and stood, holding his hand out to her.

Placing her hand in his, she allowed him to help her from her chair. She laughed as she looked up at him and noted their disparity in heights.

“Do you think it’ll hurt your back to stoop so low?”

“Ha! Not at all. Watch.” With that, he swept her up into his arms and held her tight against him as he whirled around the dining room in time to the music.

Cassie laughed as her feet dangled above the floor. “I don’t really think this qualifies as dancing.”

Cadeyrn gave her a smoldering look and allowed her to slide down the front of his body. She couldn’t help but be impressed by what she felt his pants concealing. When her feet touched the floor, she looked up at him and shivered from the heat she saw in his eyes. Would taking this male to bed really be so bad?  Just because she slept with him, didn’t mean she was vowing to spend forever with him. And she was sure that several hundred thousand years of practice would have honed more than just his debating skills. It was definitely something to consider.

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Taken by the Huntsman

Bringing The Fireworks! 😉

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Given current events in the US, it's with a somewhat heavy heart that I'd like to wish a Happy Independence Day to all my fellow Americans. And to everyone else, Happy Monday! To celebrate, or to escape from reality for a little while, I thought I'd share some Fae-style fireworks with you. Enjoy! 😉

Excerpt from Taken By The Huntsman:
As she exited the shower and grabbed a towel to dry herself, Cassie marveled at how much of a difference being clean could make in how a person felt. She turned to get a second towel to wrap around her hair when the candles in the bathroom were suddenly snuffed out. She fumbled a bit in the darkness until she felt the warm firmness of her mate’s chest against her back. The feel of him so close to her made things low in her body tighten.

After speaking with Arthfael and learning that no problems had cropped up in his absence, and that his attention was not needed urgently anywhere in the castle, Cadeyrn had hurried up to the room he now shared with his Anamchara and prepared a surprise for her. He hoped she would be receptive since he had wanted to try something similar with her for some time. But, as they had discussed on their trip back to the castle, trust was not her strong suit. And what he had in mind would take some trust on her part.

“Cadeyrn? Why are the lights out? Is something wrong?”

The Erlking wrapped his arms around his Anamchara and let his magic flow over her, drying her skin and hair. When she gasped in surprise, he bent over her and gently scraped his lengthening fangs up her neck to whisper in her ear.

“Nothing’s wrong. I want to make love to you, and I am hoping you’ll agree. And that you’ll let me show you something new.”

When she heard her lover’s words, moisture trickled from her core and down her thigh. She inhaled a shuddering breath and nodded her head.

“Okay, what do you want me to do?”

“First, I want you to wear this,” said Cadeyrn, as he gently placed a silken blindfold around her eyes.

Cassie jumped when she felt the fabric cover her eyes and reached up to touch it with her hands.

Cadeyrn gently caught her hands and returned them to her sides.

It surprised her that he had known she had moved. “You can see in this darkness?”

“Yes, I can see perfectly. I will keep the candles unlit, and the hearth is dark, but the blindfold will further assure that you cannot see. Do you agree to this?”

She nodded.

“Do you remember the word to say if you want to stop?”

“Stad.”

“Yes.” Growling, he scooped her up into his arms.

When she felt herself lifted into the air, Cassie gasped. And when he tossed her lightly onto the bed, she yelped and giggled.

Cadeyrn came down on top of his Anamchara as soon as she landed on the bed and kissed her passionately. She kissed him back and, as they explored each other’s mouths, he gently took one of her hands and slipped it through the loop of a silken rope he had prepared. The other end of the rope was tied to one post of the headboard. As he secured the knot around her wrist, she jerked against it.

“Cadeyrn?”

“Do you trust me?”

“Yes.”

“Then relax.”



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Taken by the Huntsman

A Little Fairytale Fun For The Holidays... 😉

 

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Since tomorrow is Christmas, I thought I'd give us all an early present and share a peek at how the Fae celebrate. Enjoy! 😉

Excerpt from Captivated by the Winter King:

Ankou removed his trousers and arranged Kate on her back on the bed while he kneeled over her. "Hold still," he said. Lying down next to her, he leaned over and kissed her gently on the lips. Trailing his kisses down her neck and chest, he took first one nipple and then the other between his lips. Alternating back and forth, he suckled them until they stood up in stiff peaks. Summoning the bottle of stimulating lubricant to his hand, he dribbled the liquid over her swollen buds, making her gasp and writhe on the bed.

Capping the bottle and setting it aside, he continued his journey southward and swirled his tongue around her navel. When he reached the top of the tuft of hair that protected her most intimate places, he sat up and looked at her.

Groaning, Kate met her lover's eyes. She wanted to ask why he had stopped but remembered just in time that she wasn't supposed to speak unless he asked her a question. Biting her lips, she maintained her silence.

Smiling to see that his Anamchara had remembered the rules of their game, Ankou said, "I want you to close your eyes and keep them closed unless I tell you to open them. Do you understand?"

Nodding, Kate said, "Yes, Master," and relaxed into the bed, closing her eyes.          

Shifting his position so that he kneeled between her outspread legs, Ankou kissed and licked his way down to her left foot. Rubbing his fingers under the arch and around her ankle, he massaged her limb until he felt the last of the tension drain out of it. Setting it aside, he moved to her other foot.

As Ankou massaged her right foot, Kate became aware of a pressure around her left ankle. She realized it felt like her leg was being held against the bed by someone's hand, but both of her mate's hands were occupied tending to her right foot. When the implications of those two facts penetrated her consciousness, she barely kept herself from panicking. Gasping, she forced herself to remain still and silent. She wanted to sit up and see what was happening, but that would mean disobeying the rules of the game. As would asking Ankou what was going on. Her heart racing, she tried to decide what to do.

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Captivated by the Winter King