BDSM Romance Collection Page 4

  A screech from overhead broke her concentration. She glanced up to find Adrian grappling with the frost giant. He tore at her wings, and bloody bone was exposed where her span joined with her back. Terror sped up her heart and breath, and Samael accelerated her magic to free Hathgar so they could help Adrian.

  With a great groan, the fallen frost giant lifted an arm. His head rose up off the cave floor and he briefly shook it, as if freeing his mind of the traces of this poisonous thrall.

  When he looked to Samael, she motioned toward the battle Adrian now waged. “Hurry, we have to help her.”

  Without a word, Hathgar was on his feet. He bent at the waist and charged the intruding giant low, while Samael came up behind their attacker and tore at his wings much as he had torn at Adrian’s.

  Samael’s mind communicated with that of her companions and they spoke a spell as they fought with the frost giant. Never would they use death magic, but at the moment they were faced with kill or be killed. Survival instincts kicked in and their combined energies wrapped their attacker in a cocoon of energy that stripped him of all his power. It shot through the cave and smashed him into a wall repeatedly. Samael winced at the violence they had created, though it was necessary. Together, she and Adrian followed the ensnared frost giant as he rocketed through the cave’s opening. The spell that swaddled him took him over the edge of the mountain pass, and he let out a great howl as he plummeted into the ravine far below them.

  Together, they went back into the cave to inspect their wounds. Hathgar and Adrian were both badly injured. It would take a large exchange of energy to help them heal.

  “He was sent by the Airs,” Samael said as she quickly lit a fresh fire and inspected her companions’ wounds. “I had a chance to read him a bit when Adrian and I pulled him off you. He was supposed to kill us all before we crossed the border.” She looked to Hathgar, whose shoulders sagged as he propped himself against the cave wall and breathed heavily.

  “I caught a glance inside him, too,” he rasped, pausing to gather breath and strength. “He was the hired assassin meant to kill one of the Nordic Council as well as us.”

  “So it’s all true,” Samael gathered some healing fungus from the cave’s walls.

  “You believe everything now,” Adrian said, hobbling over to help. Hathgar soon joined, but Samael commanded they both sit while she attended to them.

  “Yes. I did before, but now … there’s no denying it,” she said as she concocted a healing potion. “I see the proof. You have my full allegiance.”

  Adrian looked at her. “If you are to heal us fully, we’re going to have to exchange with you.”

  Samael’s skin grew cold, yet an anxious fire blazed beneath her flesh. She was reluctant to perform the exchange it would require to heal them both, for she knew what it meant. An energy transfer that powerful would bond the three of them for eternity. Even if they should part, they would always share a piece of each other’s minds and ether. It was a huge decision, and one she had little time to make.

  She didn’t want to save her world, didn’t want to be responsible for such an immense obligation. She simply wanted to be a guardian of the swamps, left alone by most fae and humans who wandered into her territory. But here she was, and if she said no the outcome would effect her as much as it did every fae in existence. She decided then there was little reward in being a hero, but there was great burden.

  Still, rather than sulk over her situation, she made her peace with what this required. Bonding with Adrian was a joy, but she still didn’t know Hathgar that well, still had her suspicions, as this was just a part of her nature. However, the time for questions had come to an end.

  Samael began to speak the healing spell and prepared to bond with them both. “Move closer,” she told Adrian and Hathgar, and she placed her palms, which now glowed a soothing purple, in the center of the frost giant’s chest and near Adrian’s abdomen.

  She let out a gasp as an unfamiliar energy lashed out and attacked her psyche. “He left a piece of himself inside of you both.” It was normal for a fae spell to include a fragment of the wielder’s essence, but this was much more than a trace amount.

  Adrian touched Samael’s hand and her brow wrinkled as she concentrated. “His backup plan. If he couldn’t kill us, he planted this to make us turn on one another.”

  “I have to draw it out of you,” Samael said. “But it might make you attack me when I do.”

  Hathgar nodded weakly. “You should bind us.” He pointed to a corner in the cave. “I noticed marrow root growing here. You could weave enough strong rope from it.”

  Samael left her two wounded companions long enough to gather some of the strong roots from the corners of the cave. It hung down from crevices near the ceiling, its shaggy tendrils reminding her of the Old Man’s Beard that hung from the willows in her swamp. With deft fingers and a touch of magic, she wove ropes out of the roots and then secured these around the wrists and ankles of Adrian and Hathgar. As she had woven these, she spoke a spell to reinforce the rope’s strength. Already, Samael was growing tired from the amount of magic she had used, but as she healed Adrian and Hathgar she would be able to feed from them enough to replenish herself.

  She touched them again. Hathgar on the chest and Adrian on the abdomen. Once more, her hand began to glow purple. “I’ll draw his essence out first.”

  Samael focused, letting her mind meld with the thoughts of those she would heal. The attacker loomed up from the images coursing through their brains. He reared at her and she gripped her prone companions tighter, clenched her jaw, and worked on twining this remnant essence in an incantation that would yank it free like a splinter from a finger.

  Hathgar and Adrian thrashed and fought their manacles as the frost giant’s trace energy tried to use them to stop Samael. They growled and snapped their teeth, they cursed at her, but she ignored this and continued to pull the corrupted magic out of them.

  As she drew the attacker’s energy closer to the surface of her companions’ skin, she said, “Let the healing begin.” And with a deep breath, it did.

  She knew just how dangerous her task was, but she also knew her courage could not falter. If it did, the attacker’s energy could rip free of her extraction and containment and infect her too, or kill her. Instead, she planned on converting his energy as she drew it out and using it in the healing process. A risky endeavor, but she was confident she could do this.

  She whispered the necessary incantations as she pressed her lips to Adrian’s mouth. She blew magic mixed with her essence and that she’d converted from the intruder giant into her lover’s mouth. Adrian began to glow a faint blue.

  Samael’s hand grew warm where it rested between Hathgar’s massive pectorals. She slid it down lower, taking just enough energy from her companions to replenish herself as she healed them.

  The kiss she shared with Adrian deepened and their tongues played together, flicking over the roof of each other’s mouths, entwining and disentangling. Adrian let out a soft sigh when Samael nipped her bottom lip then sucked on it.

  She pulled her mouth away long enough to look at Hathgar and command, “Watch us.” She was the one leading this healing / bonding ritual, and she knew him observing their mating would strengthen the spell. They had to be aware of each other in every way. She also demanded Adrian pay close attention.

  They moved closer together and she tilted Adrian’s head to the side while she explored the plane of Hathgar’s rock-hard stomach with shimmering fingers. All around the three of them, a cocoon of blue energy gathered.

  She kissed and nibbled her way down Adrian’s neck and her hand coiled around Hathgar’s thick, erect cock. Her hand tingled around his shaft as energy oozed from her palm and into his flesh. A groan rumbled up from his throat when she began pumping her fist up and down.

  Her tongue twined around one of Adrian’s nipples. The tip grew harder as she closed her mouth around it and sucked it deep into her mouth. Adrian moaned a
nd wiggled beneath her, and Samael knew her lover was frustrated by the tethers that kept her from touching her.

  While she bit and suckled Adrian’s breasts, she fondled and pinched Hathgar’s scrotum until both her lovers squirmed and grunted uncontrollably. Her fingers trailed to the frost giant’s anus. She stroked his perineum until he bucked his hips up, trying to get closer to her touch. Then she teased his asshole with light caresses at first before she slid two digits in deep and stroked. He let out a long growl that turned into a sigh.

  Her other hand moved over the curve of Adrian’s ribs, trailed over her stomach. “Open your legs,” she told her lover, and Adrian complied as best she could with her ankles bound.

  Samael brushed her thumb over Adrian’s clitoris and the fae hissed pleasure through her teeth. Her pelvis curled and she jutted her hips up when Samael began to stroke back and forth over the swelling nub. She pinched and rolled the tiny bundle of nerves, then she kissed a path down her lover’s stomach before her lips curled around her lover’s clit and she flit her tongue over it rapidly. This made Adrian give a loud, long moan.

  She slipped fingers inside her lover’s pussy, curling them and seeking out her g-spot. She matched the rhythm of her fingers fucking Hathgar’s anus. Her lovers now writhed like mad beneath her touch, groaning and sighing in their ecstasy.

  Samael extracted the last trace of the attacking frost giant and converted the energy. Just as she did so, Adrian lifted her head and begged, “Untie us, please. It’s safe now. I need to touch you.”

  “Yes,” Hathgar growled in agreement. “I want to feel your skin beneath my fingers. Untie us.”

  Samael did as her lovers requested now that the danger was completely removed. In seconds, the two had moved closer to her and they were a tangle of arms and legs, kisses and caresses.

  “Straddle him,” Samael told Adrian. “I want to watch you fuck him. It will help us complete the healing.”

  The fae did as Samael bid, climbing up atop Hathgar’s massive body and spreading her legs as she poised over his impressive cock. Their bodies still glowed blue as the fae slipped him inside her glistening cunt, taking him deep and riding him hard. As they approached orgasm, their forms grew brilliant when the light surrounding them pulsed stronger.

  Samael continued touching them with one hand, reaching down between her legs to pleasure herself with the other. She rubbed her clit and plunged fingers inside her pussy, bringing herself toward a climax she wanted to share with her lovers.

  “Let me please you,” Hathgar said, and his eyes glimmered brightly as he met Samael’s gaze.

  She went to him, straddling his face and flicking her thumbs over Adrian’s nipples as she did so. Her lips met Adrian’s as Hathgar’s tongue slithered over Samael’s clitoris. It traced between her slick labia and she moaned into Adrian’s mouth as her hands molded to the fae’s generous breasts. She squeezed and massaged these globes as the frost giant’s tongue poked inside her sex, sending her bliss soaring higher.

  The frost giant funneled energy back into Samael as he licked her pussy. The warmth enveloping her grew as he replenished her while she healed him. Her every nerve and every particle of her ether hummed with growing ecstasy. The cave was now well lit by their glimmering union.

  Adrian went rigid beneath Samael’s touch, then she began to tremble as a low, long moan escaped her and she came hard. Samael embraced her lover, who still shivered from the intense orgasm, and she melted as Hathgar slid fingers inside her cunt, pumping them in and out while he sucked her clit. Her lovers now returned the favor by replenishing her as she had healed them. Her head swirled with sensation overload as she climaxed in time with Hathgar, and he spilled his seed in Adrian as Samael’s juices trickled over his face.

  Breathless, they moved apart then gathered in one another’s arms to sleep on the cave floor. The light that had swathed them now dimmed, but the warmth of their healing and lovemaking remained. Before she drifted off, Samael lit another small fire in the cave to keep it heated through the night.

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  They woke to a weak, gray dawn filtering through the cave opening. The fog had lifted enough for them to leave and continue their journey across the Nordic border. Before they took off, Samael had something to show her companions. She woke them from a deep slumber.

  “Thank you,” Adrian said. “You saved our lives, Samael.”

  Hathgar echoed this sentiment, but Samael, still processing this new union she was a part of, waved it off in her discomfort. “Of course. I would never let you die, Adrian.” Then she turned to the massive frost giant. “Or you. What I saw in our attacker’s essence proves you’re true. You have my trust completely.”

  He smiled, looking surprised by her heartfelt words. “I will never betray it.”

  Samael held up a glowing ember of blue. “I kept this. It’s a piece of the frost giant who attacked us. It’s tightly bound in a containment spell. So, don’t worry. It can’t harm us.”

  “This is perfect.” Hathgar’s smile widened. “We can present this to the Nordic Council to expose the traitors and the Air’s plan.”

  Samael nodded. “All they’ll have to do is read his essence. The assassination plan, everything, is in there.”

  Adrian touched the glimmering ball that hovered between them. “We’ll save our world together.”

  “We should get going then,” Samael said, tucking the glowing essence in a space beneath some of her feathers. “We should cross the border before the sun climbs too high, just in case the traitors detect their assassin’s death and send someone else after us.”

  Adrian nodded, and Samael joined her and Hathgar as they moved swiftly to the mouth of the cave. After checking the morning for any lurking energies, they followed the mountain pass once more toward their destination.

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  Watch for more BDSM Fantasies coming soon from the Wild & Lawless Writers! If you’ve enjoyed this BDSM fantasy, check out our other bdsm paranormal romances in Fifty Shades of Fairy Tales Omnibus. Or if you’re a fan of all types of BDSM romance, be sure to pick up our various volumes of the Surrender Series: Surrender Forever, Surrender Ever After, Surrender To His Command, Surrender To His Game, Surrender To His Proposition, Surrender To His Demands, and Surrender To His Pleasure. Or you can get all these books in one with the Surrender Series Boxed Set.

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  Spanking Cherry

  (From the Cherry On Top Series)

  By Anita Lawless

  It all started with Byron. Lord Byron, of course. Oh, I know. How cliché of me. In my defense, I was Byron before Byron was cool. To me, the mad poet was the true, first rock star. I came across George Gordon when I was eight, while reading Mom and Dad’s old encyclopedias. There was a passage from Childe Harold’s Pilgrimage and a brief bio of the Romantic writer. While I was too young to truly understand the poem at the time, it and the condensed story of Byron’s life captivated my imagination. Then and there, I knew I wanted to be a rock star.

  Over the years, I’d come to emulate him in many ways. I fell in and out of love too fast. Countless lovers became a blur of faces before I knew it. I did too many drugs, which led to waking up in trash strewn alleys, or apartments in the slums, curled up on a mattress that had seen better days.

  But all of that seemed like a lifetime ago. Almost like it happened to another person. Oh, sure, I still fucked a lot. I was a former sex addict. What did you expect? The libido wasn’t as manic as it used to be, but it still demanded regular attention. However, after I fell from stardom, I learned better self control all around.

  Nowadays I made most of my cash from writing songs for others. That, and jingles for products that promised happiness. The one thing I never lost during my fall was my ability to write a catchy melody. That, the sex shop, and royalties from my time spent with Leather Lotharios, my old band, kept me from destitution.

  The adult store still brought in good cash, but it wasn’t my main source of income anymore. It’s a p
lace that also held nostalgia, so that’s why I wanted to hang onto it. Call me crazy, call me sappy and overly sentimental, but when I was down and out Cherry’s brother saved my ass by offering me a stake in the place. It would always be special.

  And, of course, now there’s Cherry to factor in. Don’t mistake this for love, what she and I had going on. Oh no. The impetuous boy who fell in love too quickly was long gone. But over the months we’d spent together I had come to respect Cherry, enjoy her company. And, of course, I’d be lying if I said I didn’t enjoy the sex, a lot.

  That morning I felt like road kill. I’d been up all night writing songs for an up and coming pop star. Cherry offered to take the early shift so I could catch some more sleep. Since it was the weekend, she had no classes, and I certainly appreciated the extra zzz’s.

  Now, as I stumbled downstairs in a rumpled purple t-shirt and black jeans, my hair looking like a Bride of Frankenstein ‘do, I found an angry looking man standing at the empty counter. He glared and cleared his throat when he glanced at me.

  “Any chance of getting some service around here today?” he snapped as I looked around for my co-owner. Where the hell was Cherry? It wasn’t like her to just run off.

  I rubbed my face, flashed a sleepy smile. “Of course. Sorry about that.” My cheeks and chin were dark with thick, three day stubble. I did my best to tame my mane of messy, dark brown curls.

  The man paid for his three porn mags and stomped out of the store. I went to the back room to search for Cherry. I called her name, but silence was my only answer. Then I heard voices coming from the very back, where our extended storage place was located. So I headed in that direction.

  Moans of pleasure filtered through the open doorway. My curiosity was piqued. I found Cherry in the back, close to the Vavoom machine. She was watching the small television we kept there, and when I drew closer I saw the DVD was a bdsm porn. The woman in the video was bound to a wooden chair by ropes tied in intricate knot work. Someone had bound her breasts tight, so the round, full globes and red, swollen nipples stuck far out. Her hands were fastened behind her, and her ankles were tied to each chair leg so her thighs were held wide apart.