ENCHANTED WORLD SERIES BOOK 1: POSSESSED BY LORD MAGE
CHAPTER FOURTEEN

“Noe--”

Noelle didn’t give Tyran time to say anything. She attacked him punching and kicking in all the places she found vulnerable; between his legs, on his sides, around his neck, his shins and under his chin. She didn’t get as much as a groan from him. That frustrated her as tears stung behind her eyes.

“You bastard!” She cried as she felt exhaustion settle in.

Tyran caught her hands in a tight grip and raised them up. The action pushed Noelle against his hard warm body. His eyes shone with menace. “What is wrong with you? Do you want to get hurt?” He growled out.

Noelle’s fury sparked again and she kneed him on his crotch. He flinched and loosen his grip on her arms. She took that chance to reach for the priceless Rulin glass vase beside her and throw it at him.

Tyran froze the vase in mid air and went to grab Noelle but she slipped away and reached for the fish-scale mirror on the vanity and tossed it at him.

Again Tyran froze the mirror and roared. “Noe, you little pixie! One more toss of my treasures and you wouldn’t like what I do to you!”

“Go ahead and do your worst, you overgrown ogre!” Noelle spat as she reached for the blue-black crystal Jinn sword and unsheathed it then pointed it at Tyran.

What was she doing? She was upset with him...no, she was infuriated! She went to see Olena that morning after news of her treachery went viral in the fortress. She wanted to plead for her case because the sentence for treachery was death. Noelle didn’t believe that Olena could do such a thing without being forced to. She was a timid little thing—or so she thought. That was not the girl she found in the cell down in the dungeons.

Olena had transformed into a bitter female who would rather face death than break her alliance with traitors. She followed the True King of the Enchanted World and for that she was going to face death in a few days. Now, Noelle understood the strange dark and cold dread she felt around the girl. She was using the black arts to hide her true identity. She was a dragon and a very strong one for that matter because dragon women could never take the form of the magnificent dragon unless they were royal Dragon females. It took discipline and concentration but Olena could cover her body with her scales when she was in danger. It was a shame that she wasn’t as fast as Ruvin when he attacked. Now, she had four deep grooves on her hand.

But that wasn’t what made her angry with Tyran. Whenever she tried to reason with Olena, the girl stated something that would upset her. The last straw was when she stated that she had been one of Tyran’s many women. His fuck-mate, she stated.

Noelle didn’t know how she walked out of that dungeon or how she got into their quarters but the moment she laid her eyes on her mate, red hot rage clouded every reasoning nerve in her body. She lashed at him in the best she knew. Something had sparked inside of her; jealousy? She didn’t know why but she felt betrayed. And the fact that he kept her there was overbearing.

“I promised never to use spells on you ever again, Noe, but you are testing my patience!” Tyran barked as the precious items levitated to their original positions. “Tell me what the hell I did!”

Noelle pursed her lips to stop herself from insulting the infuriating male in front of her. “Will that be part of my duties as your wife, you overbearing spell-binder? To constantly remind you of your errors?”

“One more insult from you, Noe...” Tyran gritted his teeth.

“What are you going to do, zap me into submission? I hate you Tyran! I hate your lying ass! I hate your arrogance! I hate your caveman attitude--”

“Enough!” The walls warped lightly then snapped back into position. The room went quiet for a moment with the temperature slowly decreasing then Tyran breathed in hard and said. “I have never lied to you, Noe.”

Noelle quivered with anger. “You told me you got rid of your Harem...why wasn’t Olena sent away. She was your fuck-mate, right?”

Tyran’s eyebrows shot up as the tendons on his cheeks jerked.

“Let’s see you talk your away out of this.” Noelle’s hands trembled at the heaviness of the sword. It was nothing like the bow she was used to.

“It’s true that I shared my bed with Olena occasionally and I didn’t send her away because she was never part of my Harem. She was my most trusted helper--”

“And look where that landed you.” Noelle couldn’t help but let sarcasm drip in her words.

Tyran snarled at her like the way a cornered wolf would and took a step back. His head hung. “It was bad judgment on my part, I admit.”

Noelle didn’t know what to say to that. The heavy crystal sword in her hands made them tremble. Finally, she let the sharp point drop onto the floor. Olena told her that Tyran always ran back to her because she knew how to satisfy him. Noelle didn’t know the first thing of satisfying her mate other than what she read on the novels. Where was she ever going to start with the Lord Mage who had a Harem! She felt very insecure for a moment.

“I didn’t ask you to compete with my Harem.” Tyran snapped at her as he pried her fingers open and removed the dangerous blade from her hands.

Noelle blinked at him. Damn! Did she think out loud? And how the hell did he get to her so fast?

He sheathed the blade and placed back on the wall before cupping her cheeks. “You are my queen, you are held above every other female in this Realm because you are mine.”

Noelle rolled her eyes and before she could open her mouth to protest, Tyran lifted her up like she weighed nothing. Her legs instinctively circled around his lean hips.

“I don’t want any other female in my bed other than you.” His eyes flashed as he hungrily looked at her.

“Then why don’t you let me touch you?” Noelle tried to calm her racing heart but the little bastard heeded no warning.

Tyran nuzzled her face, rubbing himself against her like a cat seeking for attention. One hand went up into her hair and he bunched it and pulled her head back, tipping her lips up for his exploration.

“Because I will not be able to control myself if you touch me.” He stated.

“So, it’s going to be like this till the end of time?” Noelle asked bitterly. “Boy, am I looking forward to that.”

“No, princess, from today, I’ll not hold back. I thought you were inexperienced, that you were not ready for my invasion but you got me pissed as hell today with that came the strongest hard-on I have ever had in centuries! Feel that?” He rolled his hips against her and her eyes widened when she felt that hard hot and throbbing erection right under her sex. “You get to have that today, little princess mine.”

Noelle panicked and pushed against him. “No! I will not have you take me in one of your anger streaks! Get off!”

Tyran chuckled wickedly as he tightened his hold on her. “You don’t get to object since this is what you’ve been asking for, for a long time.”

Noelle’s palm cracked against Tyran’s cheek and his head snapped to the side. Her palm burnt but all the pain was forgotten when he turned to face her again.

A low rumbling started from the pits of his stomach and traveled up his throat. Noelle’s world twirled around as Tyran turned and walked to the bed. He dropped her onto the plush mattress. Noelle wanted to crawl away but he seized her legs and pulled her back.

Oh great! She thought. This was what she got for poking at the bear. He was back with a vengeance!

“Tyr-” her words were cut short when his lips sealed hers. She struggled against him and tried to push him off but it was like trying to push off a concrete wall!

His kisses were brutal. They were savage as he drank her in. She knew by the time he was done with her she would have bruises on her wrists and lips.

Noelle managed to bring her knees up between them but Tyran took hold of them again and locked them between his legs while his free hand held her hands above her head.

This wasn’t how she pictured her first time. There were no candles, no rose-petals on the virgin sheets. He didn’t seduce her with strawberries and soft music.

This was humiliation! He was the kind of male that took what he wanted and now he was going to take her against her wishes. Tears burnt as Tyran savagely tore at the corset of her gown and cupped her breast. Heat coiled in her stomach and traveled all the way down to her toes. Her womb clenched in anticipation as he rubbed her nipple until it budded. Her body accepted this treatment like a bitch in heat! But she’s always been in need for this, no matter how brutal it was. Since that first night Tyran brought her, her first orgasm, Noelle’s body always recognized Tyran when he was close.

Though she tried to convince herself that she was being violated, her body readied itself for him. Hot, dripping cream gathered between her thighs as Tyran mated with her mouth, his tongue mimicking the thrust of his hips as he ground himself against her.

The action teased Noelle’s clit inside the folds of her skirt. Her eyes closed tightly until she saw stars behind her eyes as she tried to fight off the feeling. Her skin felt hot and damp and from far she could hear herself moan and groan for more. It was as though she had stepped out of her body and was watching the scene from a distance. She was stunned at how annoying it was that Tyran was indeed the only male who could do what he did and get away with it.

Noelle stopped fighting and relaxed her body. That also made Tyran stop. He raised his head and looked at her. His eyes were beautiful like the full moon on a clear night-sky. Though the lines on his face were still harsh and chiseled, he had a different light to him, a warmer comforting light. He was a warrior before anything else and when she fought him, he fought back but when she stopped, he didn’t know what to do with himself.

“Your wishes are above everything else in this Realm, my queen.” He said, his voice thick with arousal. “If your wish is to explore by body, I’ll not deny you this.”

Noelle swallowed hard. She never thought what she wanted mattered to Tyran. He told her that she didn’t have any rights other than the rights to serve her king. She was crazy-mad by that statement from him but so much had changed between them. One time they would get along like the perfect couple then the next they were spitting venom at each other. One thing for sure was that he listened to her more and it comforted her a bit. They still had a lot to work on but everything was a process.

“Do you wish you explore my body, pixie?” He rubbed his nose against hers affectionately.

Pixie! How she hated that pet name! Pixies were the most irritating creatures to exist in the enchanted world. They were mischievous pests one could say. Tyran called her a pixie but at times princess or Noe. He sucked at choosing pet names but they were cute if they came from a lethal warrior king like him.

“Noe?” His eyebrows came down in a frown as he studied her face. “What are you thinking about?”

Noelle bit into her lip and blinked at Tyran. “Spell-binder, that’s my pet name for you.”

“Don’t you dare--”

“Do you think I enjoy you calling me pixie?” She cut him short. “And yes, I want to know your body, my spell-binding king.”

Again with the growling. Noelle bet Tyran growled more than even Ruvin.

“I’m not a spell-binder, princess, I’m the Lord Mage!” he snapped his teeth at her.

“Any more growth of that ego of yours and the enchanted world would collapse.” Noelle wiggled her nose at him.

Tyran’s face brightened at the sight and Noelle managed to turn the tables on him. She rolled them over and managed get him under her while she straddled him. She watched as his eyes hungrily took her in. She felt sexy and seductive with her gaping corset exposing a bit of her full mounds, her skirts folded around her showing her creamy thighs and the most dangerous and feral Mage to have ever lived underneath her.

He closed his eyes and breathed in hard. Within a split second, he was naked under her. She swallowed a yelp when she felt the hard throbbing erection under her uncoil and tease her dripping sex. She would have moved away if Tyran hadn’t held her in place.

“I forbid you to ever think that I don’t want you.” His eyes sparkled with wickedness as he rolled his hips under her and she felt the massive head of his erection seek for entrance.

She moaned as her clit was lightly brushed sending cascades of raw pleasure up and down her spine. Her eyes fluttered closed and she blindly grabbed onto him, needing something to hold on to before she lost herself.

“Open your eyes, Noe.” Tyran coaxed as he hips picked up at rhythm under her.

With each stroke, Noelle felt herself getting closer and closer to a release. She opened her eyes and looked down at him. The intensity of pleasure and hunger in his eyes was the one trigger that had her body splinter to a thousand pieces with sheer ecstasy.

That was fast! She thought as she looked down at him in horror. How could a male have such power over her body like that?

“Go ahead.” Something that resembled a smirk appeared on his face as he tucked his hands behind his head.

Was he serious? She wanted to smack that look from him, that triumphant gaze in his eyes. He couldn’t help but make everything a challenge and that when he passed it, it was most satisfying for him. He wasn’t gloating but neither was he being humble about it!

Tyran saw how disoriented and unbalanced Noelle was. That was exactly how he wanted her. He was never going to tame his wild temptress but he sure as hell was going to keep her at a state where she couldn’t reason. He loved the way her face flashed with pleasure and how her eyes glittered with excitement. She felt insecure and inexperienced and he didn’t help much when he refused for her to touch him. What she didn’t know was that the beast was lurking just under his skin, demanding for his mate. One touch from her and he didn’t know what damage he could do especially taking to consideration that she had never been with a male before.

Already, red bruises had formed around her delicate wrists where he held her when he was in one of his rage states. He was disgusted with himself. Though she was infuriating most of the time, she was very much his queen, his female and he had his duty to see to her comfort. He wanted to conquer her and make her submit to him and when she fought back it made him even more determined but when she stopped...it didn’t make sense anymore.

His eyes watched as her fingers came down close to his chest, his feverish skin. He held his breath in anticipation and at the slight touch of her fingertips, his breath came out in a slow hair-raising hiss. Her fingers were warm and soft against his hard chest. They were like the wings of butterflies fluttering against him.

Her eyes were curious as she took in details of his body, exploring the bumps and valleys between his sinewy muscles. He caught sight of her tongue darting out every once in a while as if what she was doing required deep concentration. He never expected to be in such a situation with Noelle before. She was filled with anger and hatred in the beginning that it had crossed his mind she would never accept him let alone let him get close to her. He hated to admit to himself but Drake was sometimes the most intelligent male he knew. If it wasn’t for him, Tyran guessed he and Noelle would have been sleeping in different--

A hiss escaped his lips as Noelle cupped his erection. He could see she was terrified of it but her curiosity was more pronounced. She was practically bent over it, inspecting it in different angles. Tyran felt a laugh bubble from deep inside him. If she got any closer, she was bound to give him a blow-job! Every time her fingers touched him, his entire body quaked.

His heart thundered like it was about to jump out. Muscles bulged and relaxed as he fought the urge of prying her fingers away from him. His fingernails bit hard into the back of his head to the point of pain. It was either that or explode and shower Noelle’s face with his seed.

“It’s jerking!” Noelle gasped happily.

“He is jerking, pixie, he’s a part of me.” Tyran passed the words thickly between his teeth. “And if you pay anymore attention to him, he’ll do more than just jerk.”

Her hands curled at the base of his thick erection and all reason went out of the window. Out of their own accord, his hips jerked up and the tip of the mushroom head touched Noelle’s lips. He expected her to jerk away in disgust but instead she licked at the silvery liquid smeared there and looked at him, her eyes haughty and wanton.

“You taste of dark spices, spell-binder.” She purred.

Tyran saw her intent and before he could stop her, Noelle’s tongue darted out and she licked more of that clear liquid running down his erection. Tyran’s head shot up as the sensation traveled to every part of his body. His nerve-endings sparked with static adding to the violent storm building up in the pits of his stomach.

Tyran had females pay extra attention to his most impressive appendage in the past but it was nothing like this. He didn’t think he would last for two seconds if she continued--

Lick!

Tyran heard fabric underneath him shred.

“Noe, you have to stop!” He growled at her.

Noelle’s fingers tightened. “I’ll only stop when I’m done.” She said defiantly.

“Princess, pixie, no...” His eyes widened as Noelle’s head bent down and her lips slipped around him. Tyran’s body jerked violently off the bed as he roared at the intensity of the pleasure that streaked down his spine to his legs and his balls. He was ready to spill and he felt it build up quickly as Noelle took him deeper into her mouth. It was hot and moist and heavenly. He didn’t want to come out. He felt her tongue curl around him as she tasted more of him and he went berserk!

His hands shot out from under him and tangled themselves in her hair as he slowly guided her mouth to take more of him.

Noelle obediently did, her mouth stretching over the massive veined erection and her tongue licking and teasing the sensitive areas.

The pleasure was crippling and Tyran didn’t want it to end. His eyes flashed as the intensity of his emotions triggered the white energy within him. Static sparked around him as mercury-like veins pulsed under his skin.

The air in the quarters became charged as he came close to climaxing. His muscles rippled as Noelle’s mouth worked up and down him like an expert. She was incredible and he had never seen a more appealing sight.

Her coppery locks cascaded wildly around her and teased the sensitive skin around his thighs and stomach. Her hands teased his balls, rolling them like marbles every now and then. She discovered that little seam beneath them that drove him crazy and she teased that too.

His muscles got taut and contracted until he thought he was going to break. With the last ounce of strength he still had left in him, Tyran pulled Noelle up from him and crushed her against him. That earned him a protest but she didn’t get a chance to air it because his lips were already on hers, feasting hungrily and demandingly on her. Her protest turned quickly into a sigh of pleasure as she allowed him to roll her over until she was under him.

He tore away the remaining pieces of her garment until she had nothing left but a sexy-as-hell black thong. Her breasts were so soft and warm underneath his touch. He kneaded them until Noelle moaned for more then moved down until his mouth found the tight nipples.

“I wasn’t done!” Noelle voiced her protest and it was between a purr and a groan.

“Believe me, you were.” Tyran growled back as he teased her nipple, nipping and tugging at it then giving its twin the same treatment.

Noelle’s hands went around his shoulders and her nails bit mercilessly in his back. The pain-pleasure of it was enough to have him arch back and roar again.

Noelle watched as Tyran hungrily looked down at her body. He caressed the valley between her breasts down to her flat stomach and finally down to the lacy black thong. Without effort, he ripped the offending garment from her.

“You really should learn to undress me properly or else you’ll spend a fortune on my clothes everyday.” Noelle teased.

“When it comes to my female, I’ll spend all the money in the world.”

She could see how much he was struggling to control himself with her but she liked him aggressive and brutal. She gasped when she felt his warm finger prying the folds of her sex open. Her eyes glazed over as he rubbed at her clit while a finger teased the entrance of her core. This was it, she thought.

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