ENCHANTED WORLD SERIES BOOK 1: POSSESSED BY LORD MAGE

Noelle felt the slight displacement and opened her eyes. She was stunned to find herself in their quarters. A smile played on her lips at the wonder that Tyran was. One minute he was a battle honed warrior and a Lord Mage who saw no reason but his honor to his people and the next he was almost the male she wanted to fall in love with. Her stomach fluttered when she looked up at him and saw that wicked hunger that glittered in his silver eyes.

There was so much she wanted to ask him like how the conference went and if by any chance she could go back home and make sure her the Fae were okay and when are they going to start looking for her father but she could see how worn he looked so she pursed her lips and shyly looked at the giant bed in front of her. She shivered at the thought of being intimate with Tyran again. She couldn’t control herself. She became someone entirely different with him. He broke down all her inhibitions and made her feel sexy and wanted.

“You are afraid.” It was more of a statement than a question. “Don’t fear me, Noe, I’m your mate. I’ll never hurt you.”

Noelle turned to him and bit into her lower lip. That earned her a growl as his eyes darkened with heat and lust. “I know. It’s just that...I’ve never been with any male before.”

Without her mate, Noelle found it hard to be attracted to any other male. She tried dating at one time but she felt sick to her stomach when they kissed her or touched her skin. She didn’t try it again—until now. Tyran smelled of earth and dark spices and it made her womb clench tightly. Her body was burning with a hunger that she knew she would never quench. Her skin felt hot and sensitive and her breasts were heavy with pearl-hard nipples.

“I know.” He placed her on her feet and let her body flush against his. Noelle felt the heavy erection pressing against her stomach and gulped hard. She was terrified. “I’ll not take advantage of you, Noe. I’ll not force anything on you until you trust me enough.”

“But it’s my duty—” the words tore hard through her throat. She didn’t want it to be out of duty. She wanted it to be out of love and passion.

“No, princess.” He removed the wisps of hair from her face and kissed her forehead. “Let me feed you.”

Noelle turned to the covered plates on the table by the double doors leading to the balcony and her stomach grumbled loudly. Her cheeks heated as Tyran’s glittered with amusement. It transformed him entirely into someone else. He took her hand and led her to the table where he pulled out a chair for her and made sure she was comfortable before he sat opposite her and removed the covers. Noelle’s mouth watered.

The roasted beef with baby potatoes and greens looked and smelled divine. In another plate there was a strawberry cream cake and in another there was a variety of sliced fruits. She watched as Tyran picked up a fork and knife and cut small pieces of the roast beef. He held up a piece of meat and pressed lightly against her mouth. Noelle had never been fed before—well only when she was sick and couldn’t eat herself but this was different. This felt...very intimate.

She opened up her mouth and pulled in the piece of meat with her tongue. She caught the low animalistic growl and saw approval on Tyran’s face. The tension she had slowly faded.

She felt great when she saw his approval. It was strange that there was no more energy to fight him. She melted at the warmth he showed her. This could lead to a very good place for her and him, she thought quietly.

“What are you thinking?” He asked as he sliced through the potatoes and greens and continued feeding her.

She licked the gravy from her lips and watched as Tyran’s eyes followed her tongue hungrily. “My father.” She lied and looked down to her trembling hands. “I don’t know the fate of my father and I don’t want to think about it but it is killing me not to even have a body to cremate.”

“Don’t get upset over it. I have the best warriors searching the Realm of the Dark as we speak. I don’t believe your father is dead, princess. Ron needs him alive. It is the only reason my warriors haven’t eliminated him. We need to find the king first before destroying all threat in the enchanted world.” Tyran said quietly. He fed her like he was in a trance, like he couldn’t stop himself.

“I can only imagine how much he must have suffered. I didn’t want to see the maniacal look my uncle sometimes had in his eyes but I felt it. There was always a disturbing aura around him—like a dark energy that I didn’t quite understand. I should have said something. Maybe if I did this wouldn’t have happened.” She rubbed her forehead to get rid of the pounding that started there.

Tyran reached for her hand and caressed her knuckles with his thumb. “You should not blame yourself for what your uncle has done. I regret ever making you think that you had a part in it. I was angry and out of line. Ron acted on his own accord and for that he is going to pay the ultimate price.”

Noelle looked up at his grim determination. His face had morphed again to that stone-cold Lord Mage. She knew there was no reasoning with him. If he was going to hunt down and kill Ron, that was what he was going to do. Tyran rendered his own justice and followed his own law and since the attack was done in his Realm, he was surely going to take matters in his own hands.

“Open up.” He coaxed her lips until she opened and swallowed down the contents.

Noelle accepted every bite of the delicious meal until she had her fill. She watched as Tyran finished off the meal and cleaned up the remaining piece of the strawberry cream cake before emptying the bowl of fruits. He took the tray of dishes out to the side table and when he returned, Noelle’s heart thundered in her ears.

Tyran was breathtaking. He stood over her with his muscular thighs apart and his arms loosely on his sides. He was intimidating with his size. She could have cowered away if she had met him for the first time but when he took a step towards her, she felt her entire body clench with anticipation. She wanted this male. She wanted to experience what she did with him just yesterday.

“Take a shower with me.” He commanded without knowing.

Noelle wanted to remind him about commanding her but instead felt a red blush wash through her body from her toes to her hair-line. She had never been naked in front of a male before. She never thought herself perfect. She thought she was on the small size with more pronounced curves. She didn’t think her body was good enough to be seen by the Lord Mage.

“I can’t.” She looked everywhere else but at him.

“Is the fire-spitting princess shy?” Amusement lined Tyran’s voice as he took another step towards her.

Noelle scowled at him. “I’m not shy! I’m just not ready to share that part of me with you. The shower will be too—”

“Intimate?” he supplied coaxing an eyebrow to her.

Noelle swallowed hard and shook her head. “I wanted to say too crowded.”

Tyran threw his head back and barked a laugh.

Noelle was astonished at the thick rumble of his laughter. It teased at the nerve-endings close to her skin. His face looked almost boyish and lights danced in his molten silver eyes like stars at night.

“You don’t have to hide your body from me, princess. I saw it last night, remember. When you came for me. Every curve is engraved in my brain and your taste...” he did that animalistic growl again. “I can still taste you in my mouth.”

Noelle’s breath came out in short gasps. Tyran wanted his mate. He moved like a jungle cat stalking his prey. He wanted to corner her. He made her body scream for his. He made her blood as thick as hot lava in her veins. Instinctively, she took a step back but he was faster and caught her before she could escape.

“Take the gown off, Noe, before I tear the offending garment off your body.”

Excitement and terror sizzled through her body. She couldn’t believe that Tyran was about to lose control because of her. If he was so drawn to her, why did he lead her to believe he felt nothing for her on that day of their Union announcement?

“You never wanted me before, Tyran. Why now?” She could barely form the words when he stood so close to her.

Tyran frowned. “What made you think I never wanted you, Noe?”

“The night of the introduction you completely ignored me.” She choked down the painful lump in her throat and continued. “And the night of our Union announcement, you left with that young Mage from your Court.”

Tyran’s frown faded and amusement took its place. “So you got back at me for trying to restrain myself from ripping your clothes off and pounding into that sweet hot channel of yours in public on the night of the introduction not to mention speaking to Crystal, my royal PR, on our Union announcement?”

Noelle bit back a moan. Was that really how he felt for her? “You deserved it. If you had told me about it, all that drama wouldn’t have unfolded.”

“Just admit you were a little jealous. After all, the mate pull is very strong.”

“I wasn’t even close to jealousy!” she snapped. She was above it. She was enraged! “You are not the only male in this world.”

“But I’m the only male in this world for you.” He placed his hands on her shoulders and slipped the sleeves down her hands.

Noelle gasped at the hot touch of his fingers but she didn’t move. She couldn’t even if her life depended on it. Tyran had her under his spell. She watched as his strong fingers undid the strings of the tightly held bodice of her gown. With each slip of the string, the gown slipped lower until she was bear from the waist up.

She heard Tyran hiss a breath as he looked at devoured her with his eyes. She had the urge to cover up her breasts but as if he read her mind, he stopped her hands midway.

“You’re beautiful, Noe. Don’t hide from me.” He returned her hands to her sides and undid the skirt of her gown.

The black silk pooled around her ankles like the ocean in the moonlight. A sudden chill crept up her spine and goose-bumps crawled up her skin. She wasn’t cold but scared of what Tyran would think of her body.

His eyes traveled to every inch of her body and lingered at her full breasts and the neatly trimmed triangle of coppery curls between her thighs. She felt his desire beat at her. She saw the smoky look that stole in his eyes. He hungered for her and for a moment she felt like the sexiest female in the world. Standing in front of him completely naked while he was fully dressed made her feel wickedly wanton and the feeling didn’t upset her at all.

“Curse the Heavens, Noe, you are perfect.” He touched her face and kissed her long and thorough.

When she opened her eyes again, she found him as naked as she was. He was more than perfect to her. She had never seen a more alluring sight. He was hard and warm all over. Muscles coiled around his thick shoulders and chest. His tiny nipples were tight buds. Abs were outlined on his flat stomach and his navel was sexy as hell. He had lean hips and below was a sight that could have stopped any female’s heart. Noelle’s eyes bulged when she saw the impressive and heavy erection between his thighs. It was hot and pulsing against her stomach. She was the cause of that thick, hard and veined erection. She looked up at him and he was not at all bothered by her close inspection of his body. In fact, he looked very comfortable and almost proud. Of course he was proud of possessing a body like that. He had the body of the Greek god statues she had seen when she traveled to Greece one time....no—actually, Tyran’s was better.

Out of their own accord, her hands flattened on his chest. His skin felt like warm velvet over iron. Because he healed so fast, he had no scars. He was flawless. She explored his broad shoulders and brushed the sensitive nipples lightly earning a groan. He watched her with half-masked eyes as she curiously studied his body.

Her butterfly touch fluttered down to his flat abdomen and finally her small fingers settled just below his erection. She brushed the thick base lightly and his body jerked. She looked up at him again and saw the warning in his shimmering eyes. They kept on alternating from silver to white-hot. Even the veins of his body took on a mercury-silver glow as energy pulsed through his body.

Without a second thought, Noelle circled her hands around the shaft and watched as the pearly liquid dripped down the thick mushroom head of his erection. It pulsed quicker in her hands and she heard the rising growl emanating from deep down Tyran’s throat.

She moved her hands up the shaft and Tyran groaned before clasping them in a tight grip. He pried her fingers from his shaft and brought them up for a kiss.

“Don’t unleash the beast if you are not ready to tame him.” He warned her lightly and led her to the bathroom.

They stood together under the large steel showerhead as hot water cascaded down their bodies. Noelle felt tension leave her bones and muscles as the heat worked its way into her body soothing every ache. Tyran squeezed the citrus scented shampoo on his palms and smoothed it in her hair. He massaged it deep into her scalp and it felt heavenly. He rinsed it out and applied cashmere and honey liquid soap her body. Again, he massaged away all the tight muscle knots on her until she felt refreshed. He quickly did the same for himself and after wrapping Noelle in a thick fluffy royal blue towel he took her back to the bedroom.

He helped her dry up and finally went to the wardrobe where he had his helpers get the best clothing for her. She peeped inside and couldn’t believe seeing all the expensive stuff for her. They varied from casual blouses, pants, shorts and skirts to Court dresses to traditional queen gowns. There were also a variety of sexy lingerie, thongs and bras stuffed on one of the drawers. She owned sexy lingerie back in the human Realm but she knew these were top-notch quality.

“I want you to wear this for me tonight.” He turned to her and held up a nightie she would never be caught dead wearing.

She eyed the thin strapped cream lace garment and frowned. She might as well sleep naked because the nightie left nothing for the imagination.

Tyran saw the battle Noelle was having with herself. That night, he was able to break down some of her inhibitions and make her comfortable in her own skin, in front of him. He didn’t expect her to comply but when she did, she pleased him greatly. She trusted him enough with her body and exposed it to him. He saw the curiosity in her eyes when he stood naked in front of her. She wanted to explore his body just like the way he explored hers. She was getting comfortable with him and that was a good step towards trust.

Now, there was one more obstacle to cross and he could tell she was skeptical. Noelle pulled her lower lip between her teeth and Tyran saw the battle of refusing him this one thing. He wanted her to do this. He needed her not to challenge him just for the night. When all hope seemed to fade from him, Noelle took the nightie from him.

“Don’t look.” She glowered at him.

Tyran’s lips twitched. “Your body is a treasure, my queen. I couldn’t look away even if I wanted to.”

Noelle turned her back on him and gave him a side glance as she shed her towel. Tyran hissed his breath as he viewed her perfectly molded bottom. She had a small waist and her hips flared out generously. She pulled the material over her head and wiggled it down her body. It ended on her thighs with a beautiful lace trim. She turned around and placed her hands on her hips.

“Happy?” She asked.

“More than you could imagine.” Tyran filled the space between them and couldn’t help but possess her lips again.

He picked up her slight weight and gently lied her on the cool silk sheets of their bed. He couldn’t stop kissing her, ravishing her lips and mouth. It was a taste he could never get enough of. She writhed under him and it only made him harden to the extent of pain. He placed hot kisses down her neck to the sensitive curve above her shoulder. She whimpered and her nails bit hard in his scalp. The pain-pleasure sensations sent a volcano surging through his blood burning him inside out with desire.

He nipped playfully on her neck and sucked until a strawberry mark formed. With satisfaction glittering in his eyes he moved lower still until he reached the pink berries stabbing under the lace of her nightie into the air. He rolled his tongue over one and received a moan of pleasure from Noelle. She was a very sensitive female, nothing like his other women. He certainly didn’t treat her like one. She was his queen; his female...only his and no one else’s. He wanted to show her pleasures that she would never get from any other male.

After assaulting her senses with his talent at sucking and nipping her nipples, Tyran moved lower sending butterfly kisses on her flat stomach and navel. He slid the nightie up to her waist and rubbed his chin on the soft tuft of hair over her sex that had her writhing again. Her feminine scent drove him half-mad with lust. His mouth watered just at the thought of the dripping cream between the sweet folds between her thighs. Tyran inhaled deeply and locked the scent deep in his lungs. He watched her face as it transformed with desire. She was radiating. Her eyes were almost gold with pleasure and her skin flushed. She watched him as his finger ran down the seam of her sex and threw her head back with a cry.

Tyran parted the swollen folds and pulled the throbbing bud of pleasure into his mouth. She tasted out of that world. The sweet nectar teased at his taste buds until he couldn’t help gorging hard on her. Again, her nails bit roughly into his scalp and she drew blood but that was how he wanted her; out of control. Her body arched up and met his lips as he licked away all that cream dripping from her. He couldn’t stop himself, not after he had that intoxicating taste running down his throat. Tyran’s tongue teased the bundle of nerves and the down the exquisite entrance. His teeth nipped gently on the super-sensitive folds until he heard her whimper. Finally he let her ride to climax inserting two fingers in her tight core. She gripped them greedily as he pumped into her. The tremors began to ripple down her body.

“That’s right, baby, let go.” He growled lightly, his voice reverberating against her clit. “You belong to me; body, mind and soul—say it, Noe.”

Noelle cried out as he changed the speed on his fingers inside to an infuriating slow motion.

“Tyran, please—”

“Accept it, Noe and I’ll finish this. You never had this kind of pleasure from any other male.” He teased her clit with the ball of his thumb and Noelle arched up in response. “And you will never have it with anyone else but me.” He gritted his teeth as he tried to rein his control to stop himself from entering her and pounding her to climax. “You are my queen, my female, my mate and I will not share you with any other male. You belong to me, Noe. Mine.”

Tyran took her bundle of nerves into his mouth and let her climax around him. She cried out his name but he didn’t stop and made sure she rode wave after wave after wave of the orgasm. Her body trembled out of control when she finally settled down, Tyran climbed over her and watched as she opened her eyes and look up at him. Her eyes were glazed with desire. She glistened with a sheen of sweat and she was out of breath. Her hair tumbled in locks down the pillow and her mouth was red and swollen with the long kisses. She was a temptress and he had a hard time trying to ignore the fact that his erection was still throbbing painfully between his legs.

Noelle was spent as she looked up at the sexy male hovering above her. This climax was even better than the last. She didn’t know what to make of it but Tyran was best lover she’d ever had—the only lover. Okay, they had an explosive chemistry in bed but was that all she was going to get from him? What about love? What about waking her up in the morning with a kiss, taking long walks by the beach and cuddling her at night when she slept. What about hearing him whisper those words just because he felt like it and proudly showing her off to the world—not as a prized wife but as a woman he loved? She swallowed back the painful lump and frowned at the dark smear on Tyran’s left temple. Her cheeks heated when she recognized what it was.

“Uhm—you’re bleeding somewhere in your head.” She cleared her throat.

A wickedly sexy smile appeared on Tyran’s lips. “I have you and your wild nature to thank for it.” He bent down and nuzzled her neck where his mark tingled. “You surely are wild, pixie and you are all mine.”

Noelle pushed against him. “Here we go again with that perpetual streak of possessiveness of yours.”

He sighed and gave way. He settled next to her groaned softly before arranging his erection carefully on his belly. Noelle couldn’t help but feel a tinge guilty. He made her soar to cloud nine and back but she did nothing for him. It was obvious he was in pain but when she made an attempt to touch him, he grasped her small hands in a tight yet gentle grip.

“Don’t.” The single word left her feeling a little hurt.

Did he believe her that inexperienced that she could never give him satisfaction? Will be run back to one of his previous women for relief?

“Go to sleep, princess. Don’t worry about me.” He got up and stalked to the bathroom.

Noelle re-arranged the lacy nightie and pulled the sheets up before she turned to her side and watched the bathroom door. Finally when the door opened, she feigned sleep. His movements were silent but she felt his weight on the bed. He slept above the covers and that had Noelle’s heart flip with hurt.