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

“You are tense, my king.” Long elegant hands ran up Tyran’s hard back to his tense shoulders. “Can I be of assistance?” she purred as she suggestively rubbed her body against his.

Tyran sighed and turned to the female. She was pretty and ready for serve her king. She was submissive and always wanting appraisal from him. Why couldn’t his queen be more like her?

Olena accepted that she was rightfully the Lord’s Mage’s servant. She also occasionally extended her services in between the sheets. There was nothing else Tyran needed that night more than release but the moment Noelle re-entered his life, every other female made his skin crawl with repulsion and became a distant memory to him. He didn’t want anyone else. He only wanted to possess his queen fully.

“I will not be needing your services tonight, Olena.” He turned to the large emerald eyes glowing with anticipation back at him.

Olena’s full mouth quirked to one side as she dropped her eyes shyly to the floor. “I understand. I’ll come tomorrow morning then before we leave for Agore.”

“I will not need your services anymore. Like all the other females, I will tell you this.” Tyran stated out clearly and he expected the female to understand but he knew she had already complicated things between them when she gasped hard and looked up at him with hurt eyes.

“Do I no longer satisfy you, my king? Did I do something wrong? Did I offend you in any way—” she stuttered.

Tyran reached for her small shivering hands and held them tightly. “There was no other favored more by me than you, Olena. You have never asked for anything from me other than my pleasure. You have not offended me in anyway and for that I want you to be my sister’s personal helper. Lady Lyrah will be returning home soon and I want you to give her the same trust as you have given me.”

Olena dropped her eyes quickly and inclined her head. She knew better than to question her king’s decision but she couldn’t help it. “Have you taken another to your liking, my king?”

Tyran ground his teeth together. He hated being questioned but this time, he hated the answer instead. He did take someone else to his liking; his stubborn queen! “It’s not your place to question me, Olena.”

“I apologize, my king. I was out of line.” She shivered again and took a step back.

Tyran had never raised his hand to any female whether it was a servant or a female of nobility. Olena had nothing to fear from him yet she scurried away from him like a scared child. “Indeed you were. You’re excused, Olena.”

Again Olena mumbled her apologies and scurried to the door.

Tyran turned back to the glass wall that he had been staring at for the past hour just in time to see Drake scooping Noelle out of the car. White hot fury unfurled in the pits of his stomach. It was like a jungle cat unsheathing its claws. He felt primal and possessive every time he saw another male close to his female. He quenched the vicious thoughts aside and stormed out of the suite to meet them by the elevator.

Tyran counted the number of steps that were between him and his queen. He was drawn to her, the other half of his soul. Even if she can’t stand him, he was not going anywhere. At the ground floor royal house, the doors were opened by the guards and Drake walked in with his queen in his hands. He looked up and when he saw Tyran up the stairs, he smirked and slowly made his way up.

Tyran fought the urge to grab her out of his hands. He all but growled a warning to his second in command. His friends were much attuned to his behavior that it didn’t take them a second warning to know he was in a foul mood.

“What happened?” He snarled in alarm.

Drake sighed. “I guess the little Fae princess doesn’t take well to alcohol.”

The look on Tyran’s face must have been comical because it had his friend laughing hard. “She’s drunk?”

“I thought you’d be thrilled by that fact but in truth, I think you should let her sleep it through.” He handed the sleeping beauty to the Lord Mage and smirked. “I think I was a female in my past life. I tend to attract sorrowful women who mistaken me for someone who actually listens to their problems.”

Tyran couldn’t help but hug Noelle’s body closer. Her warm feminine scent twirled around him and made him lightheaded with lust. She smelled delicious like honey and cream. As if on instinct, Noelle cuddled closer as a sigh of contentment escaped her lips. She looked fragile and innocent in her sleep. Her eyelashes were so long they made a crescent shadow on her cheeks. Her cheeks had a red natural blush and her flawless skin glimmered in the dark like ivory and rose petals.

“Your little queen poured her heart out tonight.” Drake turned to his king and crossed his arms across his chest. “She’s dead scared of a life with you. She doesn’t know what to expect from you. I advise that you show her what you want from her soon before the crack between the two of you becomes a canyon!”

“I thought I did and look at how well that went. She swore to drive me crazy! I already am!” Tyran buried his nose in her curls and inhaled deeply. Her scent was intoxicating and addictive.

“Can I make a suggestion?” Drake asked pensively as he leaned on the door-frame to his king’s suite.

Tyran grunted softly. “The last time you made a suggestion, we ended up roasting your father’s heart in the Dragon Mountains.”

Drake’s eyes darkened with past memories. “The bastard had it coming but this is a constructive suggestion.” He eyed his king closely.

Tyran sighed. “Do I have a choice?”

Drake grinned almost boyishly. “Actually no. I want you to try and listen to your queen.”

Tyran threw his head back and barked out in laughter. “Ha! I took you for a very intelligent male, Drake and that landed you in the second in command position but right now you are the most crazy-ass dragon I have ever come across. Noelle has the sharpest tongue the entire enchanted world has ever seen. Listening to her will be like getting constantly stung by bees in my ears. I will not subject myself to such torture.”

“You arrogant spell-binder.” A small female voice sounded underneath him and he cursed out softly.

“And I’m off.” Drake winked at his king before the traditional bow and he was gone.

Tyran couldn’t believe the male had left him to deal with his mess.

He quenched the urge to correct her on addressing him as a spell binder. Spell-binders were nothing short of children in the Realm of Spells. It was the first level a Mage was given when they began practicing spells and enchantments. It was an insult to his ego.

“You always think to have it your way, don’t you?” Her words slurred and made her voice feel like velvet over his skin. Her eyes drooped so that she looked sexily at him. His lips quirked helplessly. Although she was drunk, she was still spitting venom his way. “You need to know that is world is not big enough for the both of us—”

“My thoughts exactly. You need to know your place—”

Noelle jabbed Tyran’s heavily muscled chest and licked her lips nervously. “I’m not quite finished. I will never bow down to you, I will not trip onto myself to attend to your every whim, I will not submit to you and forget about me not arguing with you on my welfare. I will not be your servant, Lord Mage. I will be your better half and the faster you accept that, the better for the both of us.” She hiccupped and tried to straighten her neck but failed miserably.

“I’m the Lord Mage.” Tyran gritted his teeth.

“And I’m your mate and queen, not your servant. You have permission to rule over everyone else, Tyran. Rule over your servants, your Court members, your subjects; I don’t care but don’t you dare rule over me.” Noelle snapped.

“You will submit to me, pixie.” A drawl escaped his lips. The longer she talked, the more turned on he became. The blush on her face and body told him she felt the same way. Holding her close to him made him think of several ways he could make her smart-mouth of hers busy without forming words.

As her hazel eyes widened, Tyran knew she understood what he wanted from her.

“I will do no such thing.” Her voice came out in small gasps when she discovered she was trapped in his arms. “And you will release me this instant before I scream.”

“No.” Tyran took Noelle through the shutter wall that separated the sitting area from the bed and dropped her on the cool satin sheets. He didn’t give her time to escape. He locked her hands over head in a gentle yet strong hold and stretched her body underneath him. It felt perfect and right to be with her like that. She was his mate, his soul-mate and his second half. He had every right to her.

“Tyran...” Noelle’s words slurred again as she tried to wiggle her way out of his hold.

“I have had just about enough of your ramblings. It’s time for you to shut up. A male can only endure as much and you are just too damn close to sending me over the edge. Believe me, that is the last place you want me.” Tyran snapped his teeth at her and smiled with satisfaction when she jerked away. “Stop pushing me.”

“I will not—mmhhh...” Noelle purred when Tyran forcibly claimed her lips.

Noelle’s body betrayed her. Though never touched intimately before, it recognized the touch of a mate and sent her mind reeling out of control. It was either that or she was too drunk to control herself but she liked the way Tyran touched her. His fingers on her small wrists were like hot manacles wrapped in velvet. His large body stretched over hers and it was comforting. He used his free hand to balance his weight over her so that he didn’t crush her. His lips were like hot brands as they drank from her mouth like a starved man. She didn’t want to feel anything from this forced encounter but her bones went rubbery and her skin felt hot and tight. Her feminine core heaved and clenched viciously until she had herself rubbing her body against his.

When Tyran’s tongue finally burst into her mouth, Noelle felt a faint creeping in. She was going to die from ecstasy if he didn’t stop. He tasted sweet and spicy just like his male scent. He explored every inch of her mouth, his tongue teasing and licking at hers. He was a master of seduction because he had her moaning and whimpering for more.

Noelle couldn’t beat him in his own game. She had to surrender to his tantalizing assault of her senses and her body. He had robbed her of every substantial thought she had and in its place wicked hunger took root.

When Tyran released her wrists to burrow underneath the vest she had on, Noelle raked her fingers through his thick dark silky hair. He had the most amazing hair, it put hers into shame. The strands tickled her face and shoulders adding more of those unwanted sensations around her. Then she felt the warm hands cupping her breasts and kneading her nipples and she went delirious.

“Tyran!” She broke off the kiss and cried out.

“More?” His hot breath caressed her earlobe and sent a shiver down her spine. Every time Tyran rolled her tightly beaded nipples between his fingers, something tightened hard in her core. She oozed with readiness for him.

She couldn’t believe she wanted him the way that she did. “More!”

Tyran pulled the vest up, away from her breasts and eyed her like he was seeing them for the first time. They were made for his hands, fitting perfectly in his palms. Noelle bit her lower lip to keep from crying out when he bent down and slurped one nipple into his mouth. His mouth was scalding hot and his tongue felt like a wet towel stroking the sensitive berry.

Noelle’s core wept as he pulled the berry deep into his mouth. She gasped hard when she felt his hand untangling the string of the sweatpants. She needed to stop him. She needed to tell him off. She needed to do something before it was too late. Her mind screamed for her to stop him but her body refused to work on the commands. Instead, she parted her legs even further as his fingers slid towards her hot and wet core.

“Damn it, Noe.” He growled as he took the other nipple into his mouth. “You taste so good.”

Noelle could only whimper her reply as Tyran’s long masculine fingers parted the intimate folds of her sex. She was dripping and Tyran couldn’t hold back the groan when he realized it.

He rubbed her clit with one long and sure stroke and Noelle saw starburst at the back of her eyelids. Nothing had ever felt so good, so intimate and so terrifying at the same time. Her core tightened even harder. Her body began to shudder with every stroke that he gave her. He wound her up so tight that she was terrified if he released her she would never stop spinning. His finger ground, rolled and teased her until she felt she was creeping towards the edge of insanity.

From a distance she heard familiar cries and moans. She was horrified to discover she was the one making them. This wasn’t supposed to happen. She loathed this male. He was the last male she wanted to do this with yet he knew how to touch her and what to do to make her crazy.

Noelle felt like she was flying at a very high speed. She kept on climbing and climbing and she didn’t know the end of it. It was a delicious sensation and she didn’t want it to stop.

“Let go, Noe, let it take you over.” Tyran drawled as he entered a finger into her weeping core.

Noelle screamed in shock when her body began trembling and shuddering. She never thought intimacy could be this intensive. Tyran’s finger stroked the inner walls of her core and it tightened, holding him in.

“That’s it, baby, ride with it.” He whispered to her.

Noelle arched her body up so that she could take him as far as she could. She needed relief. She needed an anchor.

Tyran added another finger, stretching her core and bent down to swallow her cries with long deep kisses. Noelle moan throatily as she rode him to ecstasy and oblivion. The tide rose higher and higher until finally her body splintered into a thousand pieces of sheer pleasure. He didn’t stop stroking her and the orgasm took her over the edge. It was like freefalling from the highest point. It seemed to go for hours until finally the tremors lessened and Noelle could think again.

Noelle opened her eyes and looked up at the male who had given her her first orgasm. There was a strange light dancing in his eyes but it left as quickly as it came and in its place a wicked sparkle entered. At that moment, everything came gushing back. She had just screamed and begged for the Lord Mage! This was what he wanted and it was what she gave him.

“I own your pleasure, princess.” He drawled sliding his fingers from under her sweatpants and licked them in long lazy strokes of his tongue. “Heavens, you taste good.”

Noelle swallowed back tears. “Get off me.” She murmured as she turned away from him.

Tyran shifted his big body from her. When he climbed off the bed, Noelle turned to her side and closed her eyes. She was not going to cry in front of him, she told herself as she counted to ten. She heard him moving about and when he finally settled, she heard the door swing open.

“Sweet dreams, princess.” He uttered before the door silently closed behind him.

When he left, Noelle felt the small tremors still riding up her body. She still ached for more but cold hard realization sank deep in her gut. She was owned by the Lord Mage. Silent tears slid down her face as she pulled the covers over her super-sensitive body and closed her eyes.

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