novelxo Chapter CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Noelle sent double arrows slashing through the air towards Lyrah while Lyrah threw her sword at Noelle. Noelle arched back and the sword sliced an inch away from her body, catching the top button of her blouse while Lyrah cart-wheeled away from the arrows and one sliced the sleeve of her sweater.
No one could utter a word. The entire world went silence as the two females gasped for air and got up. Without warning, bouts of laughter caught them both as they dusted off the grass and leaves in their hair and hugged each other.
Everyone cheered as if they had just witnessed the best battle yet.
Tyran was not amused.
“We are in trouble.” Noelle whispered to Lyrah as she watched Tyran approach them with his eyes stormy and his mouth set. He looked larger and much more dangerous than before but even more sexy. Noelle couldn’t help but ache for him.
“I know.” Lyrah bit her lower lip to stop herself from giggling.
As the warriors and the helpers dispersed, Lyrah and Noelle clasped their hands together and turned to their fate.
Tyran stopped in front of them. His hand extended forward and he removed a branch from Lyrah’s hair then turned to Noelle and touched the small tear of her blouse where the sword passed and removed a button. “You two are going to be the end of me.” he said between his teeth.
“It was just practice--”
“Don’t say anything, pixie. I’ll deal with you later.” Noelle’s eyes widened at the silent promise Tyran’s eyes made. “And as for you—I expect to see you in my office later this evening.” He told Lyrah.
Noelle watched as Lyrah’s chin went up defiantly but Tyran shook his head. “That won’t work, Lyrah. Not this time.”
Lyrah’s shoulders slumped.
Tyran turned to the two nobles behind him and Noelle’s heart skipped a beat. Florian and Luna! She knew them from her father’s Court. They had...wings!
She felt something cold settle down in her stomach. Fae got their wings when they fell in love. Did that mean that Florian and Luna were mated? She remembered the closeness they had when they were around the fortress for Court meetings. She was happy for them...she swallowed back a painful lump and raised her chin up like the princess she was. She had no wings because she was not in love with the Lord Mage but it was going to be a cold day in hell until she let them look down at her and judge her.
“Florian, Luna, I’d like you to meet the Queen of the Realm of Spells, Noelle and High Lady Lyrah.” He introduced them.
Noelle made the resolve in her eyes clear at the two Fae as they bowed down low for her and Lyrah. Her expression warned them not to dare voice out their concern about her wingless condition and the two nobles were intelligent enough to heed her warning though she saw the curiosity that glistened unabashedly in Florian’s eyes.
“A pleasure to see you again Queen Noelle.” Florian quirked his eyebrows lightly at her. Florian was always known to be the nosey one. He reminded a bit of her crazy uncle Ron.
Tyran saw the action and placed a heavy arm around her small shoulders. He pulled her close until she fitted tightly next to him. Noelle was grateful at the gesture as she leveled her eyes with her fellow Fae and smiled softly.
“It’s nice to see the two of you again. I take it that your travel to the Realm was pleasant?” she asked.
Luna smiled warmly. “Yes, it was very exciting. There is so much to see in the Realm, especially in the city. You must take me for a tour around this enticing place.”
Florian turned to Luna and took her small hand into his. “Dearest, try and contain your excitement a bit. I don’t think it’s safe for you to travel around here with everything that is happening--”
“As a matter of fact, Lyrah and I were planning on visiting some of the shops in the city tomorrow morning, care to join us?” Noelle cut Florian short. Her anger was simmering just under skin and she could almost see herself slap that aristocrat expression off his face!
Luna looked longingly at her mate until finally Florian sighed and nodded. “I don’t see any harm to it but I do suggest that they have some warriors to watch over them.”
Tyran looked down at Noelle and once more, she knew she stepped over yet another line. His eyes flashed white as his arm pulled her even closer to him until it was not obvious where one body started and the other ended. “I will never let my queen leave the premises without escort.” It was more of a warning to her than an answer to Florian’s question.
Noelle’s body shivered deliciously as fire began to burn deep in Tyran’s eyes. Longing and hunger were reflected in his silver pupils and Noelle anticipated the moment when they were alone again.
“Good, with that out of the way, I must say that you two females are most impressive with your combat skills. I could never wield a sword like that or shoot arrows as much!” Florian chuckled lightly.
“Then be sure not to turn your back on us.” Lyrah eyed the thin Fae with contempt.
Ruvin went into fits of coughing while the others muttered few silent prayers under their breaths. Noelle pursed her lips and quickly looked away while Luna giggled uncontrollably.
“You should teach me a little too. I don’t want to feel helpless when I’m attacked.” She turned to Florian and couldn’t stop laughing. “Especially when I can’t rely on my mate to shield me.”
“Luna.” Florian’s anger seethed out like a deadly whip and had Luna stop and pale down abruptly.
She muttered her apology and hung her head like a good little mate.
Noelle would have snorted at the reaction but Tyran squeezed her arm to warn her. Noelle jabbed him on his waist and was satisfied when she heard the soft grunt escape his lips.
“I take it that you haven’t had time to rest. I’ll take you up to your guest quarters.” Lyrah said lightly with laughter dancing in her eyes. “That is if you are comfortable with your back on me, Florian.”
“You are well spoken of across the lands of your compassion and love. I take it I will receive nothing less from that, High Lady Lyrah.” Florian shrugged carelessly.
Lyrah’s eyebrow quirked up slowly and she looked at him. “Don’t believe everything you hear about me, Noble Fae.” She went up the steps and led the Fae away with Zach and Jax right behind her.
Ruvin and Drake went into the gardens and retrieved the weapons just as Tyran turned to Noelle.
“Hold on to me, princess.” He whispered above her head.
Noelle’s small hands went around his waist and she closed her eyes. She felt the slight displacement as their bodies fragmentated from the gardens then solidified in their quarters. Noelle was glad for the privacy because she was able to let her shoulders sag at the humiliation she almost faced. She was glad when Tyran didn’t let her go because she felt her legs weak and wobbly.
“Do I need to ask what that little show you and Lyrah put out there for the warriors was for?” Noelle heard the warning behind Tyran’s voice and smiled lightly. His wrath was much better to than her almost-humiliation from the Fae.
“You sedated me.” She bit onto her lower lip to stop from grinning. “I got you back--”
“By engaging in a battle wielding a very dangerous weapon? A thyest crystal bow!” Tyran barked.
Noelle rolled her eyes. “Oh come on! You make it sound so dramatic.”
Tyran stiffened as his body pulsed with energy. “Dramatic? You endanger yourself at every chance you get and you call me dramatic?”
Noelle took a step back as the air between them sparked and whizzed. “If you weren’t so proud up there and took time to look down at the rest of us then you would actually prevent most of these endangering stunts that I happen to pull every once in a while--”
“Noe!” It was her last warning before Tyran grabbed her arm and yanked her forward until she was flushed against his body. “Your reign for disobedience ends today. I will not permit you to tempt me to do something that we will both regret.”
“Don’t threatened me.” Noelle poked hard on his chest while her eyes flared wildly with heat and anger. “I chose to do what I want, when I want—I’m no Luna...best believe it!”
Tyran growled at her as his head bent down until they were nose to nose.
“Growl all you want, spell-binder, but it will not change me. I am what I am!” She pushed at him.
Tyran seized her hands and held them above her. Her body arched towards his with her breasts thrust up and her hips grinding against him.
She felt his arousal pulsing against her stomach. She anticipated feeling him inside of her again.
“Don’t scare me like that again.” Tyran whispered over her lips.
His soft breath tickled her lightly but his fear registered in her more than anything else. He feared for her. He cared enough to not want to see her get hurt. Noelle pried her hand free from his grasp and lightly touched his face.
A sound between a growl and purr escaped his lips as they crushed against hers. Noelle let the heat surging through her veins take over her. She kissed him back with the same ferocity as his. Tyran’s hand loosen and gave her space to reclaim the use of her other hand. They automatically went around his thick neck as he lifted her up and walked backward with her until he felt the edge of the bed with the back of his legs.
Noelle straddled him when he sank down. Their lips didn’t break free as Tyran carelessly unbuttoned her blouse and sent it flying across the room. Noelle’s hands with shaky with excitement as she too tore at his shirt. Finally, the material gave way he she sank her hands inside, loving the feeling of his hot skin on her palms. His body clenched every time her hands touched the sensitive spots on him.
Tyran grabbed her by her waist and rolled her onto the bed. Noelle sat up as the massive male viciously attacked her jeans. He ripped the snug material off of her body and yanked off the boots then grabbed her legs before he pulled her close to the edge of the bed.
His eyes were wild with hunger and desire for her. It was one thing that had Noelle comforted when she was with him. It was much better than just plain duty.
Noelle yelped when he raised her legs and anchored them on his hips.
“I should teach you a lesson or two about defying me and terrifying me with your daring stunts. I should paddle that ass of yours until you can’t walk.” Tyran growled as he ripped yet another favorite thong of hers and threw the scrap of lace over his head.
“I don’t appreciate you making such threats and I certainly don’t appreciate you tearing off my clothes at every chance you get.” Noelle couldn’t ignore the fact that it only made her wetter when he was rough with her. She braced herself against the bed as Tyran shed his pants and entered her in one strong surge forward all the way to the hilt.
She bit back a moan as heat seared through her veins to every part of her body. He felt incredible inside her. He was hot, hard and throbbing against her, the action sending licks of fire up and down her spine.
“Curse the Heavens, you feel so good, princess.” Tyran breathed in hard as he tried to get himself under control.
His breath was hot against the valley of her breasts and made the mounds harden and shoot up in the air. His hand went over one and teased it until Noelle thought she was going to go mad. She held on to him as moved in her with excruciatingly slow thrusts. Noelle squeezed her thighs to try and get him to move faster but he didn’t and he watched her with wicked eyes.
“It’s frustrating when someone doesn’t do what you want them to, right?” He snarled in her ear, the hot burst of air caressing her until her skin crawled deliciously.
“Stop teasing me, Tyran!” Noelle purred as she reached behind him and squeezed the cheeks of his tight ass.
Tyran’s eyes darkened with a terrifying hunger. A hunger only for her. He withdrew completely and got hold of Noelle again before he flipped her over. Her sexy bottom was tempting and he got her exactly how he wanted her.
Noelle yelped again and turned around to throw daggers at him with her eyes when he smacked her then kneaded the sting away. She was surprised at how hot and wet she was for him. Again, Tyran smacked her and Noelle’s womb clenched with readiness.
He pulled her up until she was on her hands and knees and thrust inside her all the way. She greedily took him in until the hilt then her core grasped him, not wanting to lose the connection.
She accommodated more of him this way and she could feel him all the way deep inside her. Her body arched as he began the slow sluggish thrusts into her. She felt his hands in her hair, undoing the braid then he curled the locks around his arm and held on.
“Heavens, Tyran! More!” She shamelessly cried as his thrusts became faster and deeper rubbing against that secret spot that had her body tightening for release. “Yes, Tyran, yes!”
The fire was raging wild around them. The storm carried her far away from all the worry, from everything that she wanted to forget. This was her time with the Lord Mage, the only time that mattered to her.
“You belong to me! My female. Mine.” Tyran bent forward taking him even deeper into her and whispered in her ear.
Noelle cried out for more as he moved faster and faster until her body couldn’t take it anymore and it burst into shards of ecstasy racing through her filling up every part of her with sheer pleasure. She quaked with the pleasure as it took over her again and again. It was incredible how she could experience the chain string of orgasms and their aftershocks and still be sane at the end.
Tyran stiffened inside her then she felt the hot spurts of his seed as he too reached climax. He growled long and low until the jerks reduced then collapsed next to her.
Noelle eased down slowly afraid that if she did it quickly she was going to splinter and break. A dreamy smile appeared on her lips.
“I guess I showed you, huh?” She teased.
Tyran turned to her and his eyes twirled with wild storms. He reached for her, smacking her bottom as he did so. Noelle punched him on his chest but didn’t resist when he straddled her on his brand new erection.
“I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of your hot and tight body, pixie.” Tyran groaned as he eased her down slowly on his thick veined erection.
Both of them groaned in pleasure.
“This is one place where we agree.” Noelle sighed blissfully as she lazily rode Tyran like a prized horse.
“Promise me, you’ll never scare me like that again.” Tyran brushed the locks away from her face then clasped his thick hand on her nape and held her still. “I’m the king and a warrior. I have seen so much terror to last me a lifetime but none of that scares me more than if something happens to you.”
Noelle wasn’t prepared for such a confession. Maybe the Lord Mage did have a heart after all. “I promise to try and keep my rebellion at a minimum.”
“Noe.”
“Do you think it’s easy trying to think with you all the way inside me?” She accused haughtily.
A grin appeared on Tyran’s face and brightened up all the shadows and lines on his face. He was the most beautiful male Noelle had ever seen. She forgot what she was thinking and when he pulled her down for a kiss, she gladly obeyed while he leisurely rolled his hips under her, bringing her more pleasure and eventually another bone-shuttering climax.