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“I can read your mind, you know.” She flashed a wide smile. “Not that I want to know what goes on in there. But you’re correct, you are well-versed.” With the grace of a swan, she lifted herself from the settee. In a giant swoop, she fluttered her wings in playful salute. “All things considered, as prince consort, you are expected to attend the princess’s orientation into the faerie pleasures.” Maeve swooshed and flitted toward him. “It’s part of the ritual, you know.” She ran her fingers through her hair. “If you want to guarantee the princess’s pleasure, you’ll join Belenus and me.”

  “I am to be prince consort. My only wish now is to pleasure my princess.” Maeve floated behind him and placed her hands on his shoulder, rubbing in a slow circular motion. “I sense your need, Cerne. You want her. I can feel it. The time is now.”

  “She’s beautiful.” His breath hitched as he recalled Rhiannon’s image in the mirror. “But she may be tainted.”

  “The elders will be the judge of that. I’ve come to give you your orders. You’re to use this portal you’ve found and bring Rhiannon back. Your mission begins now.” Her voice echoed in his ears as she evaporated into the mists.

  The elders had spoken. His journey had begun.

  ~*~*~

  Pulling back her sheets, Rhiannon climbed into the vast expanse of the king-sized bed and luxuriated in the silkiness teasing her skin. Her nipples pebbled as the soft satin brushed against her bare breasts. A soft moan escaped her lips. How on earth could she be so turned on?

  Squirming in her bed, she slipped against the sheets. Nothing would stop the warmth that radiated within her. She grazed her fingers across her rock-hard nipples and gently rubbed. She arched her back and allowed her hand to cup and squeeze a breast. The other hand roamed down her stomach and waist to the heat that radiated between her thighs. Soft moans filled the room while she stretched, stroking her clit.

  Frustration built up inside her. No matter how hard she touched herself or how much she pinched her nipples, she could not come. Rhiannon grumbled, turned over, and opened the drawer of the nightstand. She needed release and she needed it now. Fumbling inside, she looked for batteries and the special toy she'd bought just last week. Now was the perfect time to try it out.

  “You don’t need that, mo cridhe.” The whisper danced around her, enveloping her in warmth.

  No, what she needed was satisfaction, but the lack of release was making her crazy—crazy enough she heard that sexy voice again. “Not you again,” she grumbled, slamming the drawer shut. “Go back to the computer monitor and bug a circuit board or something. I need to sleep.”

  “Roll over, mo cridhe.”

  “Stop calling me that stupid name. I'm not your anything, you...you...figment of my imagination!”

  Especially not his heart. Great! She really could understand his imaginary language.

  Priceless!

  Strong arms encircled her waist and pulled her back against a firm, muscled chest. “Are you imagining this?” He, whoever this apparition was, whispered the words softly, lowered his lips to her neck and nipped and nibbled the sensitive flesh behind her ear. His thick woodsy scent drifted to Rhiannon's nostrils, intoxicating her.

  Perhaps she'd finally fallen asleep, and this was a dream, a delicious erotic dream—one she hadn't had in some time. “Whatever or whoever you are...” She tried to fight the desire ripping

  through her. Her body tingled while he stroked the hair at the nape of her neck. “Please don't stop doing that.” Her willpower shot, she rubbed her back against his chest. She might as well enjoy this dream to its fullest.

  “Look at me,” he whispered, turning her around to face him.

  Shoulder length raven hair framed his tanned face. Jade eyes sparked desires yet to be discovered. He wore a sapphire-laced tunic and a pair of strange grayish-tan pants. Despite his bizarre outfit, he was gorgeous. And, of course, he was in her bed.

  “It's a dream, no worries.” She ran her fingers up her mystery man's tunic and pulled it up over his head, marveling at the magnificent piece of art that lounged before her. He put all the classic sculptures to shame. His biceps bulged and his rock-hard pecs rippled. She decided to be daring and traced a finger from his taut chest down the beautiful washboard abs, to the strange trousers he wore. Lowering her gaze to the bulge in his pants, she gasped. Her dream guy was well-endowed.

  “Hmm?” She brushed her nipples against his chest. “I'm about to fuck you and I don't even know your name.”

  “You know it in your heart.” He wrapped an arm around her waist and lowered her to the bed. His large hands kneaded and massaged her breasts as he brought his lips to hers.

  She welcomed his kiss, wrapping her arms around his neck and entwining her fingers in his ebony locks.

  “Cernunnos?” she whispered against his lips. Please don't be that crazy cyber-freak.

  He pulled his lips from hers. “Cerne.” His soft breath teased her skin. “You’re hot for me.

  Soon we’ll be together.”

  Soon? Why not now? Rhiannon's hips arched up while his fingers danced across her thigh.

  “Please.” If this erotic dream didn't end up with some kind of fulfillment, she'd be really pissed.

  His lips curved upwards into a sensuous smile. “I shall give you pleasure, my sweet. But mine will have to come later...at Beltane.” He parted her folds and brushed his finger against her clit. Her hips bounced off the bed and a river of ecstasy flooded her body.

  He chuckled throatily. “You like that, leannan?” He continued to rub the sensitive peak between his fingers. Smiling, he lowered his mouth to her breasts and traced his tongue against a taut nipple, his hot breath teasing her tender flesh.

  “Oh God, yes!” With trembling fingers, she worked the ties of his pants, wanting to return the favor.

  “No,” he whispered. “We must wait.”

  “I...I...need this.” She ripped open the ties and struggled to pull down his trousers.

  With a loud groan, he helped her dispose of his pants, freeing his erection.

  Her eyes widened, taking in the sight of his cock. Would it fit? She wrapped a hand around the thickness, running up and down his engorged length.

  She moaned when he returned to pay homage to her clit. The moan turned into a gasp as a skilled finger slid into her heated core. He moved it slowly, as if testing its width. Two more joined the first, and he picked up the pace.

  He urged her to lie down, dislodging her fingers from his rigid length. A loud whimper broke from her mouth. She reached for his stiff cock, wanting desperately to feel its hard, velvety length again.

  Grabbing her arms, he held them in place above her head. “No. Tonight, I pleasure you.” He kissed a trail down her throat and back to her breasts, taking a nipple in his mouth and suckling. She moaned as his fingers returned to her clit and pussy. Rhiannon grasped the sheets in a desperate attempt to keep her hands off his magnificent body. His kisses traveled down across her stomach and his tongue traced a slow, seductive circle around her belly button and continued to move lower still.

  She moaned and her muscles clenched his fingers while he slid them in and out of her slick tunnel. She arched her hips upward to meet each thrust.

  “Please, Cerne.” Another loud moan ripped from her mouth and her toes curled as the pressure built inside. “I need you—”

  His achingly warm breath against her clit sent her over the edge. He moaned softly and took the bud into his mouth, his breath teasing her hot mound. He rolled his tongue against it as his fingers continued to plunge inside.

  “Come for me, mo cridhe,” he whispered against her tender flesh. “Let me taste your release.”

  Her hips bucked wildly. She squeezed her eyes shut while intense heat grew and raged inside her.

  “Open your eyes and look at me. I need you to watch me whilst I taste you.”

  She opened her eyes to meet his. His deep jade eyes sparkling with desire, he gazed up at her. He took her clit back into his mo
uth and sucked and nibbled the tender flesh. Her body writhed and wriggled beneath him.

  “Yes!” she exclaimed, watching him ravish her clit with unfathomable hunger. Her body shivered in an uncontrolled frenzy. Her hips bucked a wild tempo and she reached down to grab his hair, pulling him closer, wanting more.

  “That's it, my sweet,” he murmured against her mound. “Come for me.”

  “Oh, my God!” She shuddered and convulsed while deep waves of pleasure coursed through her body. Moaning, she felt herself pulsing against his fingers, the warmth of her orgasm filling her.

  He withdrew his fingers and placed them in his mouth, licking her juices off each digit.

  Moving up the length of her, he allowed his rock-hard erection to rest on her thigh. Then he lowered his mouth to hers, letting her taste herself on his lips.

  “D-Don't you want to come?” she breathed out.

  He shook his head. “It's not time for the consort's pleasure. Soon we shall be joined together.” He placed gentle kisses on her forehead and each cheek. “I’ll come back for you.” His whisper danced along her skin. “Before you can return, you must accept your fate.”

  “What fate?”

  “A great journey is in store for you, my princess.” He brushed his fingers across her face, drawing her eyes closed.

  “Mmm,” she murmured. She reached up to trace a finger across his chest, only to connect with air. With a start, she opened her eyes. Her dream man was gone.

  Completely sated, Rhiannon lounged against the pillows and smiled. She let her fingers travel down to the wetness between her thighs. It had felt so real. She could still feel his breath teasing her skin. Even her lips swelled, as if his kisses had been real.

  “When will you be back?” With a breathy sigh, she fluffed the pillow behind her head and closed her eyes.

  “Soon, mo cridhe,” she heard whispered in the shadows as she drifted to sleep.

  Soon, she thought. Not soon enough.

  ~*~*~

  Cerne pushed himself through the portal and flung his naked body back into his chambers.

  He did not care that he’d left his garments in the human world. From the looks of it, he’d be returning soon. He reached down to stroke his still engorged cock.

  Very soon.

  He brushed a hand across the cool glass, allowing Rhiannon’s sleeping form to materialize.

  He traced a finger along the swell of a bare breast that peaked above silky sheets. Her auburn curls tumbled around her face and a dazzling, well-satisfied grin swept from cheek to cheek. If only he could’ve held the connection open a little bit longer.

  “The princess is beautiful, isn’t she?”

  Cerne turned to Belenus, Maeve’s consort, and chuckled. “I much prefer Maeve’s arrivals,” Cerne said, slipping into a lounging robe.

  “Maeve does have an affinity for making her presence known.” Plopping down on the large settee, Belenus allowed his gaze to move lower to where Cerne’s robe tented. “Been to visit the princess, I see.”

  Cerne muttered a curse underneath his breath, taking a seat on the chaise. He adjusted his robe, to hide his arousal. “I merely needed to see if she had the faerie spirit.” Belenus’s eyes lit up. “And?”

  The elders became nosier with each passing day . “She has the faerie flame but also the mind of a human. She does not believe.”

  Belenus laughed. “She believed you enough for you to pleasure her, did she not?” Belenus, who had spent most of his life safely ensconced in the White Plains, hadn’t ventured much into the human world.

  “You do not know how humans think or act. They are pragmatic and skeptical. The ideas of faeries and the otherworld are just fantasies made up to entertain their idle minds. The only reason I was able to pleasure her was because she thought it a dream.”

  “But she’s our princess, correct?”

  Cerne nodded. “The way our bodies reacted, there is no doubt in my mind.”

  “Then she’s faerie, plain and simple.”

  “With human instincts.” A slight frown curved his lips. “It will prove a difficult challenge to convince her.”

  Belenus chortled. “Since when have you refused a challenge?” Cerne flashed a halfhearted smile. “Did I say I was refusing this challenge?” On the contrary, he thought, remembering their intimate encounter—the heady aroma of lavender and vanilla mixed with her arousal, the savor of her honeyed release while he lapped it from her delicious mound. And, Gods, those eyes—sultry and seductive. He grew hard again just thinking about Rhiannon watching him when she climaxed on his tongue. Perhaps he could seduce her into journeying to Fey.

  “The look in your eyes says it all, my friend. You’re looking forward to the challenge.” Belenus threw his head back in a hearty chuckle.

  A soft rapping on the door alerted them.

  “Enter.” Standing up, Cerne clapped his hands. The door swung open, and Onora, a young, golden-haired maid padded in.

  “My lord, Queen Titania and King Oberon have requested your presence.” Cerne and Belenus jumped to attention. The Queen was near death, which was why he needed to retrieve Rhiannon. “The Queen, is she all right?” Onora nodded. “All is well with Queen Titania at the moment. She and King Oberon have important news.” Onora bowed. “It’s all I know, milord.” Belenus stood. “Let me know if anything arises that you need Maeve’s and my help with.” Cerne rolled his eyes. “I doubt I’d need your help.”

  “Very well.” Belenus bowed and snapped his fingers. With that, he vanished in a puff of blue smoke.

  How Cerne wished he had that much magic to just vanish with the snap of a finger. The wings gave them their power. Soon, he too, would have strength and Princess Rhiannon beneath him in bed. The Dark Faerie Queen Korrigan wouldn’t be able to touch the White Plains. And then he could teach his princess all there was to know about faerie pleasure. Just thinking about it made his cock throb.

  He turned to Onora. “Thank you for the message. I’ll be there at once.”

  “You’re welcome, milord.” Onora bowed meekly and lowered her gaze to the ground.

  Blasted odd, that. “Is something the matter?” Onora raised her head, a blush spread across her cheeks. “You... Your...robe, milord.” Cerne gazed down and noticed his shaft peeking out the robe. He shrugged and adjusted it,

  muttering an apology. He just hoped his cock cooperated with him before he met with Queen Titania and King Oberon.

  Had Rhiannon affected him that much? Just thinking about her and her intoxicating beauty left him breathless and hungry. Of course, he’d been chosen to be the princess’s consort for a reason, had he not? They were destined to mate and produce another princess. He would not fail his kingdom.

  He could always send for one of the palace courtesans to alleviate his need. Then again, no courtesan, not even the exotic Viviane, would be able to sate his desire. He needed only one woman. Rhiannon.

  It wasn’t love. After all, he’d only just reacquainted himself with the lost princess. Love was such a rare emotion in Fey. Only a few faeries ever found true love. Lust was a more apt way to describe his feelings. He lusted for her delicious body. And from the way she writhed and moaned while he flicked his tongue over her clit, he knew she wanted him too.

  ~*~*~

  Cerne waited outside the gold gilt doors leading into Queen Titania's and King Oberon's private quarters. Glancing down, Cerne thanked the Gods that his penis was finally behaving. No need in alarming his future in-laws. The doors swung open, allowing him entrance.

  “Lord Cerne,” Radan Evenspring, the High Councilman of White Court, said with a curt bow. “The Queen has been expecting you.”

  Cerne nodded. “Yes, I've heard that. Lead the way, High Councilman Evenspring.” Radan's celadon eyes flickered for a moment. Was he still upset because Cerne originally refused the mission to apprehend their missing princess? Cerne did not know, nor did he care.

  “So, I've been told you paid the princess a visit?” R
adan asked, while they traveled through the great hall to the Queen's chamber. The light of the sconces reflected off his shiny head, causing Cerne to grin. Why Radan chose to walk around hairless was a mystery to him.

  “I did, and there is no doubt—she’s the princess.”

  “Excellent. Change is in the air.”

  With the snap of Radan's fingers, the doors flew open, bathing them in rich amethyst light.

  With cautious steps, Cerne entered the chamber.

  “Lord Silverwing,” Queen Titania's majestic voice called from the corner.

  Cerne turned to the Queen and bowed. Sitting high on the golden gilt dais, Titania, despite her diminishing health, radiated energy. King Oberon stood at her side, equally as regal, wearing a royal purple robe and a gold bejeweled crown.

  “Your Majesty.” Radan gave Queen Titania and King Oberon a quick bow.

  “High Councilman Evenspring, your presence is no longer needed. This is a personal matter.”

  “But Your Majesty.” Radan’s celadon eyes flickered. “As High Councilman, I—”

  “Silence,” Oberon interrupted. “The Queen has stated she doesn't need your assistance at this moment, High Councilman Evenspring.”

  “But...if you have news—”

  Titania clapped her hands, preventing Radan from speaking another word. “I'll keep you posted on a need to know basis, High Councilman.”

  The Queen snapped her fingers, and Radan vanished into thin air.

  “I apologize for the interruption.” Titania pointed a shaky finger to the gold-trimmed divan.

  Even with her pallid complexion and graying auburn hair, Queen Titania managed to retain her exquisite beauty. “Have a seat, my son.”

  Oberon, who also managed his stunningly youthful façade, took his queen's hand and caressed it. Cerne smiled. Theirs was a love match. “It’s a treasure to find your mate but a blessing to find love,” his mother had always said. Queen Titania and King Oberon were indeed lucky.