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  She bit her lip, her teeth white against the plump red flesh, as though trying to hold back a furious response. While he knelt between her thighs, her aqua eyes shot daggers at him—if they had been real, he would have been slain many times over.

  Taking care to guard his bollocks, with a wave of his hand Darronn freed her using his magic, sending her ties and the stakes back to the château.

  The sudden freedom took Alexi by surprise—she’d almost expected him to leave her there for another night. She didn’t dare take her eyes from Darronn while she brought her aching arms down from over her head to her bare belly. Her bracelets were still melded together like manacles, and she was sore from being in the same position for almost an entire day. The only time she’d been up had been to pee, and that had been maybe ten minutes at the most.

  “What are you going to do with me now?” she asked as he touched the bracelets with one finger. The gold separated, leaving her jewelry intact and whole as they had been before.

  Magic. He can do real magic.

  “You will come with me to my château.” Darronn rubbed her wrists with his strong fingers and worked his way up her arms, and she wanted to melt into his touch. “There we shall sup and continue your training.”

  Rather than arguing with him, she braced her arms at her sides to push herself up, and he helped her to a sitting position. Now that she wasn’t lying flat on her back, and wasn’t dying to go to the bathroom—not as much, anyway—she got a good view of where she was. It was gorgeous, and reminded her of one of Annie’s paintings. Better yet, that scene from The Sound of Music where the step-mom and all those kids were climbing over the beautiful mountains and singing.

  Good grief. My mind has melted for sure.

  Her heart dropped to her belly as she realized the magical mirror that she’d come through was gone.

  She turned her gaze to Darronn and saw that the black eye she’d given him was even darker than before.

  Ha. Serves the bastard right. If she had the chance she’d blacken his other eye, too.

  “Why are you doing this to me?” she asked.

  Darronn shrugged, but the movement seemed anything but casual to her. “You are my destined mate.”

  “I don’t belong here.” Alexi winced as he massaged her aching muscles. She hated to admit it, but his hands felt wonderful. “And whatever you may think, I don’t belong to you.”

  His expression remained calm as he continued to work her body with his magic touch. “This is your home, firecat.”

  “Damn it. You don’t understand.” Alexi’s head ached from not having her usual I.V. of caffeine and it took effort not to shout at him. “I have to find my sister. She disappeared a year ago, and if I don’t go back home, I can’t continue my search for her.”

  In a fluid movement, Darronn eased behind her and began massaging her neck and shoulders. “One day I will help you find this sister of yours.”

  Alexi couldn’t help relaxing into his touch as he kneaded away the knots in her muscles. “At this point it will likely take a miracle to find Alice, but I won’t stop until I do.”

  He paused for a long moment, his hands warm against her bare skin. “I am certain you will again be with your sister, firecat.” His voice was firm and matter of fact, as if he believed what he said. “But first you must complete your training and realize your place is with me.”

  “Give me a break,” she grumbled. She knew it was no use arguing the point with him. Not now, anyway.

  After Darronn had finished massaging Alexi’s muscles, he helped her to her feet. Her legs trembled and she wobbled on her heels. She would have fallen if he hadn’t been there to hold her up. For just a fraction of time she allowed herself to lean into him, her naked breasts pressed against his clothed chest, his erection hard against her belly, his hands holding her hips.

  His warm, earthy scent filled her senses and her pussy ached so badly that moisture seeped between her thighs. She clenched her hands in his tunic and raised her face to look into those hungry untamed eyes of his. Damn, but she wanted him, and Alexi O’Brien always went after what she wanted.

  She was tall, but he was a good foot taller than her, even with her wearing stilettos. A rumble rose within his chest as Alexi reached up and slid her arms around his neck and tried to pull his head down to hers while she stood on her toes. She wanted to kiss him. Needed it.

  He didn’t budge. He only studied her with that intense gaze of his.

  Alexi scowled and turned away. “I’ve got to pee,” she said as she stomped off and found another bush. It ticked her off even more that he followed her, but what else could she expect from the bastard who had kidnapped her?

  After she relieved herself, Darronn led her back to the meadow. The stakes, the cushion, her scraps of clothing…all of it was gone. Apparently he’d used his magic again to get rid of it all.

  Darronn raised his head and gave a sharp cry—like a call of some sort. In the next moment she heard a thundering sound, and then a creature tore from the depths of the forest. It was a beautiful silver beast—like a horse, but different. Its muzzle was much narrower and its coat had a lustrous sheen to it, like a pool of liquid silver. As it galloped toward them, its movements were as smooth and fluid as Darronn when he was a tiger.

  When the creature reached them and came to a stop, he lowered his head and butted Darronn lightly on the shoulder.

  Darronn rubbed his knuckles along the creature’s muzzle. “My good friend Tok of the jul, I have a favor to ask of you this day. A ride for my mate Alexi and me, if you please.”

  Fascinated, Alexi watched the beast toss his head and murmur a reply in a tone that was almost human.

  “Many thanks, Tok.” Darronn inclined his head and released Alexi’s waist. From out of nowhere he produced a satiny black saddle blanket along with a black leather saddle—like magic—and settled both onto Tok’s back.

  He moved behind Alexi and gripped her waist. Before she even had a chance to think, he was lifting her into the air, and she gave a small shout of surprise. As if she was light as a doll, he easily placed her on the saddle, close to Tok’s neck. The leather saddle felt exciting and erotic between her naked thighs and against her smooth slit. Tok’s fine hair was like silk to her fingertips as she gripped his silver mane, and he smelled of warm buttermilk biscuits and honey.

  Her stomach growled.

  After he helped Alexi mount Tok, the horse-like beast that he’d called a jul, Darronn swung up behind her. He pulled her toward him so that her back was snug to his chest, her ass tight between his thighs and his hard cock. His arms were around her waist, the spade tattoo on his wrist seeming to almost glitter in the sunshine.

  “We will dine as soon as we reach my château,” he said.

  Alexi allowed herself to relax against Darronn’s muscular length as the jul began to move in the direction of the waterfall. Blue-green mist that had been there in the morning had apparently burned away like San Francisco fog on a sunny day. The sun clung to the mountaintops, its golden light spilling over the top of the forest.

  This place and this man must be getting to her, because it felt like the most natural thing in the world to be wearing only her thigh-high nylons and stiletto heels. Not to mention being positioned between Darronn’s legs with her thighs spread wide, while riding a silver horse called a jul. It was kind of like riding her Harley, only naked.

  Yup. She was losing it all right.

  Wind chilled her nipples and her exposed folds, and Tok’s rolling gait didn’t help the ache in her pussy any. Alexi shifted, tempted to slide her fingers into her slit and take care of that ache right now.

  “You feel perfect in my arms,” Darronn murmured near her ear, his coarse stubble brushing her skin and causing a thrill to skitter through her. He moved his hands over her breasts and she couldn’t help but moan as he pinched and pulled her nipples, making her even hotter than she already was.

  Alexi slid her fingers down to her pussy an
d into her core and damn near came at once.

  “No, firecat.” Darronn brought his arms all the way around her and captured her wrists in his hands. He leaned back, bringing her wrists behind her and then magically fastened her gold bracelets together again. “You may not climax without my permission.”

  “Damn you,” she muttered as he pulled her against his chest, except this time he had her hands trapped between them. Yet even as she cursed at him, she felt hornier than ever.

  As the horse-beast moved into the trees on a sun-dappled trail, Darronn held his palm out in front of Alexi. On it a strange device appeared, like it had just popped out onto his hand. It looked a lot like the spade tattoo on his wrist, only three-dimensional.

  Alexi frowned. “Er…what are you going to do with that?”

  “A teaching tool,” Darronn murmured as he lowered it.

  He had his other arm wrapped tight around her waist, and her arms were bound behind her, so she had no choice but to watch as he lowered it to her pussy.

  Her heart beat faster and blood rushed in her head as the unusually warm tip penetrated her core. The sides folded down as he slid it inside her all the way—and then the spade expanded.

  “Oh, jeez.” Alexi gasped as the device filled her, and then she almost screamed with pleasure as it started to vibrate.

  Tok the horse-beast continued on as though Alexi wasn’t getting the ride of her life, the soft clip clop of his hooves in time to the spade thrusting in and out of her core, seemingly of its own volition. Likely the bastard behind her was using his magic to make it move that way.

  When did she start taking magic for granted?

  “Do not climax without my permission,” Darronn ordered, even as she rushed toward an orgasm. “Or you will be punished.”

  Screw you. She’d come whenever she wanted, and no one was going to punish her.

  Closer and closer her orgasm built. Just as she thought she was going to come, the spade vibrator stopped. It shrunk within her core and Alexi almost cried out in frustration.

  Darronn’s palm was warm against her belly, and he flicked the tiger charm at her navel with one finger. “Ask permission if you wish to climax, wench.”

  “Fuck you,” she responded.

  He gave a low and vibrant chuckle. “Soon enough, my firecat.”

  It started again. The spade expanded and began vibrating and moving up and down. It felt as though a cock thrust inside her while thickening, driving her wild with the need to come. Sweat broke out over her skin, and her breathing grew heavier.

  Darronn flicked his tongue along her neck while playing with her nipples and she arched toward him even more. “Ask permission,” he demanded.

  She tightened her lips. “No.”

  The vibrator stopped again and Alexi, who never cried, wanted to weep.

  “We near the village.” He pinched and pulled at her nipples. “If you wish to climax before we arrive, then ask.”

  Alexi gritted her teeth. Like hell she’d ask for permission. She’d just wait until she was alone and take care of the matter herself. Maybe even Tok’s gait would get her off. The feel of the beast between her naked thighs, the world’s best vibrator in her core, and her naked pussy and breasts…god, she was so damn horny maybe she’d come if a good stiff breeze hit her clit.

  The ride got a little bumpier the higher they climbed. The spade remained lodged in her core, but didn’t move. The terrain became more mountainous and beautiful with its strange looking trees—some with glossy trunks and blue feathers for leaves, and others with foliage like lace doilies or snowflakes.

  When it hit her that Darronn had said they were nearing a village, her heart rate picked up again. “You’re not going to make me ride through the village like…like Lady Godiva?”

  “It is your choice.” Darronn lifted her hair and kissed the back of her neck, where tendrils were damp from sweat. “Ask me for what you need. Whether it is clothing or pleasure, I will consider your request.”

  She pressed her lips tight and stared into the trees ahead. Waning sunlight flickered through the treetops and she thought she heard voices.

  The spade toy expanded in her pussy and started vibrating.

  Oh, god. She couldn’t take much more of this. As much as it was killing her, she could wait for her orgasm, but she couldn’t wait to be clothed. Even though the idea of riding through a village in only her thigh-highs and stilettos turned her on in some bizarre way, she couldn’t get past the thought of it being wrong to be naked in public. For men and women to see her bound and naked, her breasts jutting forward, her nipples hard, and her pussy glistening with wetness.

  And a vibrator in her core.

  The spade’s movements seemed to grow even more intense, more frantic, pushing her closer and closer to orgasm so that she couldn’t speak. But what if she climaxed without his permission and he refused to give her clothing as punishment?

  Now she fought against coming, needing something to wear, even though her body told her she needed to climax more than anything. “P-please, may I have something to wear?” she forced out, hating the fact that she was stuttering. Hating the fact that she had to ask for what she needed.

  “How must you refer to me?” he asked, and at the same time she was sure she heard laughter coming from around a turn in the road.

  No! She wasn’t going to call him Master again. She’d only done it the first time so that he’d untie her. But this was different.

  “It is your choice, wench,” he murmured, and the timber of his voice almost threw her over the edge. She needed to be fucked so badly that she almost didn’t care who saw her right now, or what they might say.

  “I am your Master now, Alexi.” His voice urged her to comply, demanded it of her. “Your training will go much easier if you acknowledge it now.”

  The spade continued to move in and out of her core, filling her as the horse-beast neared the sounds of tools clanking, voices chatting, and wheels rattling over rocks.

  Alexi didn’t give a damn who saw her anymore. She’d rather be seen naked in the streets of this village, a place where she didn’t intend to be for long, than give Darronn the satisfaction of bowing down to him.

  “Say it,” he urged her.

  “Screw…you,” she managed to get out just before the most intense climax of her life ripped through her.

  She screamed and Darronn clenched his hand in her hair, jerked her head to the side, and claimed her lips in a rough and brutal kiss. And she wanted it even harder from him. Heat from her orgasm flushed through her from head to toe in wave after wave after wave and she didn’t want it to end. The spade’s vibrations grew wilder yet and she climaxed again and then again.

  Darronn tore his lips from hers, his breathing hard, and his eyes glazed, as if he could barely contain himself. Vaguely she felt his hand between her thighs and he slipped the spade out. She turned her gaze from his to see the device on his palm, glistening with her juices. And then it vanished.

  “You have earned your next punishment.” His tone was a mixture of frustration, anger, and lust. “Now ask for what you need before we enter the village.”

  Village? What the hell. She’d just had the best orgasm of her life. She sighed and relaxed against Darronn’s chest, still riding smaller waves of pleasure.

  Sounds of people and industry were louder now, and soon everyone would see her spread out like a woman who had just been screwed. Her skin was flushed and covered in a fine sheen of sweat, her pussy juices were on the saddle, her breasts were swollen with need, her nipples hard and erect, her hands bound behind her back.

  And she was about to be paraded through a village.

  Bring it on.

  Chapter Five

  The rapture on Alexi’s face as she climaxed over and over again had almost caused Darronn to spill his seed into his breeches. He wished only to spell away the leather, lift up his mate and slam her down onto his cock and drive into her until she screamed her pleasure again.
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  Although Darronn relished the thought of dealing out the punishment for climaxing without his permission, a punishment he was sure his new queen would enjoy, he could not believe her stubbornness. As it grew more apparent that she would rather be seen naked in the streets of Spades than to call him Master, his frustration mounted.

  Although nakedness or near nakedness was commonplace in all of Tarok, including Spades, Darronn had no desire for anyone to view his mate’s treasures but him. The possessiveness took him by surprise and nearly shocked him speechless.

  He was tempted to guide Tok away from the village and fuck Alexi to their mutual oblivion. It would be well into the night then, and the darkness would be a fine cloak when he took her to his château.

  Or perhaps he should retrieve clothing for her now. She had asked, she simply had not addressed him in the manner of respect, as a submissive mate should.

  “Ask,” he hissed.

  “Nope.” And then the wench pressed her bound palms against his cock and, as much as her position would allow, skimmed her fingers along its contours.

  Darronn bit back a growl and a groan.

  “Very well,” he said between clenched teeth. “It is your choice, wench.”

  “Sure is,” she said in a voice that taunted him, as though she knew he wished for anything but her delectable breasts and quim to be viewed by his people.

  Darronn straightened in his seat and urged Tok forward. He was king, damn the skies. And he never backed down on his word.

  When they entered the village, embarrassment flushed over Alexi, but she kept her chin high. While bowing to their king, men and women openly appraised her, obviously enjoying the sight of her naked body while Darronn gave rumbling snarls that almost made her laugh out loud. His little plan had backfired on him, and she knew it.

  Alexi was still incredibly relaxed from her once-in-a-lifetime cataclysmic orgasm. She felt drugged from it…and drugged from the power she now knew she held over Darronn. She smiled at the people and would have waved if her hands weren’t bound behind her back. Their appreciative stares made her body come back to life, and soon she was hornier than ever. Especially after getting a glimpse of what the villagers in this place wore. Big, brawny men in tight leather shirts and pants, and the women in strips of leather that showed more skin than it covered.