Seduced by the Fae
Seduced by the Fae
Laxmi Hariharan
Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Chapter 41
Chapter 42
Chapter 43
Chapter 44
Chapter 45
Chapter 46
Chapter 47
Chapter 48
Chapter 49
Chapter 50
Chapter 51
Chapter 52
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Alice
"Eew," something wriggles down my spine. I scream, and the musty taste of the gag fills my mouth. I try to move but my hands are bound in front of me. I heave myself over on my side. My knees hit the stony floor. Pain shivers up my legs and the cords around my ankles bite into my skin. The thing sliding down my back brushes the waistband of my pants. Ugh! The fine hairs on my forearms rise.
I need to shake off whatever creepy-crawly has found its way under my clothes.
At least that’s the only thing trying to get into my pants and not the man who kidnapped me.
I’d take death by insect over being touched by whoever ripped me away from the gathering where I had been.
One second, I’d been walking on the beach trying to escape the alpha-hole who’d made me so angry that I’d wanted nothing more than to get away from him, and now I’d do anything to have him at my side. Doc. Damn you, where are you now when I need you?
A chuckle bubbles up, but it sounds like I’m choking. Awesome. Hysteria. If I fall apart I’ll conform to the stereotype of a weak human female. A slithering sensation oozes down the hollow of my back and my belly lurches.
My biceps tense, my forearms flex, and the ropes give a millimeter.
I draw in my breath, then rear back. My body creaks with every move, and I roll onto my back with a thump. The crunch of tiny bones echoes through the space.
My stomach roils. Damn. This. Hell. I am getting out of here. I scream against the gag, my eyelashes colliding with the rag that’s tied across my eyes.
I am human. I can't teleport or draw on telekinetic energy in a flight—unlike the Fae or the shifters.
But the manner in which my captor has trussed me up, you’d think I was the most dangerous person he’s met.
It's not going to be easy to give him the slip, which, considering I can’t even move to scratch the itch on my nose, is me being optimistic. But hey, when you are a human adopted by Fae and brought up in a family of exceptionally strong mortals, you learn to hold your own. No matter that I look delicate, or at least that’s what Doc tells me. Fucking Doc.
Since the day I met that Alpha Fae, I haven’t been able to get him out of my thoughts. He’s gotten under my skin, and I am not sure why.
The man hates me; that’s clear from the way he’s gone out of his way to avoid me.
So why has he accepted my help around the infirmary?
Certainly not because he’s been overwhelmed by the volume of work—he works all hours and never seems to flag. I’ve never met anyone as dedicated to his profession… Okay, that’s professions, plural. He’s both a doctor and a member of the Fae Corps. And he’s managed to successfully keep his distance from me.
Until the day he took on the Dare and proceeded to use his hands to pound his opponent—those beautiful hands which are better off being used for healing and for surgeries, for touching, holding, caressing me.
Heat flushes my skin, and my thighs clench.
The thought of his big, rough palms on me…and I do recall the feel of his hands, for on just one occasion I managed to anger him enough for him to grab me and haul me close. His lips had descended toward mine, and I had been sure he was going to kiss me then, except he hadn’t.
His skin had paled, and he’d behaved as if he’d seen a ghost.
He’d let go of me and stalked off and…he’s not touched me since.
Had being with me dredged up unwanted memories?
I stiffen. Had there been someone else in his life? Or something that had scared him off intimacy? Is that why he’s decided to pretend I don’t even exist? He probably isn't aware that I’ve been kidnapped.
Tears prick the backs of my eyes. I have to find a way out of here; I can’t stop fighting. All the time I've been one of the few humans among the stronger Fae and shifters I haven't stopped trying to prove myself and now…? Now I am exhausted. Defenseless…A sound bleeds into the silence. Every pore in my body goes on alert.
There’s someone in here.
I struggle against the bonds that restrain me, try to move my face around, inching toward the source of the shuffling. The air in the space thins. The scent of mint and something earthy, tangy like cinnamon, fresh like the newly fallen snow flows over me. That scent? It's so familiar. Nah. It can’t be. Is my imagination playing tricks on me?
Wriggling over to my side, I lurch to a sitting position.
Footsteps approach and the blindfold is torn from my eyes.
I blink. It’s dark; I can’t see a thing. But something looms in front of me. Something…someone…large enough to block out even the gloom.
I choke, try to take in a breath and find I can’t… My lungs ache; my throat burns. This is it. This is how I die, scared out of my head.
A touch brushes my cheek, and I scream just as the gag is loosened and slips off of my face.
A light flares up, and gray-blue eyes blaze at me.
“Alice?”
2
Doc
“It’s me, Alice.” I rein in my telekinetic energy. The glow at the tips of my fingers switches off.
I reach for her and her shoulders tremble.
She tightens her jaw, snaps her head forward, and butts me in the chest. The breath whooshes out of me.
“The fuck?” I retreat and raise my palms faceup.
She blinks, and those green eyes of hers lighten until they resemble pale mirrors.
She looks at me as if she can see right through to my soul. I reach for her again, and this time she doesn’t move. Thank fuck.
I fling the gag aside.
She swallows, then flicks out her tongue to lick her lips and my cock twitches.
I came to free her.
The woman had been taken and restrained. All tied up and waiting for my ministrations. My cock thickens. I want to yank her to me and plunge my dick into her wet pussy, thrusting into her until she comes all over my shaft. Fuuuck. I spring to my feet so fast that she rears back.
“Sorry!” I rake my fingers through my hair.
Not a second in her presence, and already I am apologizing. Huh? Why does she unnerve me so?
“Doc?” She swallows. “How did you get in here?” Her gaze darts around the space, then she stiffens. “No, don’t tell me…your telekinetic powers?”
“Yeah.” I drop my arms to my sides. “I heard your scream and ran out of the Dare—”
“Stupid Dare.” She tosses her head. The woman had been taken and locked up, and yet she’s full of fight.
“Seems you haven’t lost any of your sass.”
“Seems you are going to just waste time talking nonsense when you should be untying me.” She tilts her head.
“Fuck.”
“Language, Doc.” She sniffs.
“Shut up, woman, and let me help you.”
“That’ll be the day.” She snorts. "You help me? Ha!"
“Can you keep quiet for just one second while I try to figure out how to undo this cord?” I reach for the glowing cable that binds her arms to the pillar at the same time that she says, “Don’t touch that.”
As if she can order me around?
My fingers brush the top of the glittering rope, and sparks fly off of it. A jolt of energy hurtles down my spine. My body arcs through the air, and I hit the floor. My shoulders slam into the hard, stony surface. Pain sweeps over my skin. “Fuck.” My head spins.
There’s a ringing in my ears. I stagger to a sitting position and shake my head, but the ringing doesn’t lessen; in fact, the sound echoes through space, ebbing and flowing, rising and falling… “It’s a fucking alarm.” I lurch to my feet.
“I warned you…” Her voice wavers. “You need to get out of here, Doc.”
“The bastards rigged the cord. They were sure that one of us would come for you because you are—”
“Bait.” She grimaces.
The realization sinks into my blood at the same time that footsteps pound down the corridor toward us.
“There’s only one person who would do this, who’d want to lure the Fae Corps into a trap. Someone who was confident that we’d come to rescue one of our own."
“You need to get away from here before they take you prisoner, too.” Her chin wobbles.
“The fuck you talking about?” I move toward her, and she shrinks back again. And it’s that which stops me. The fact that she shies away from me, thinking that I am going to hurt her. And I can’t stand the thought of making her uncomfortable, not even now when her life is in danger. When in a few seconds her captors are going to be upon us, and I need to get her free before that.
“No fucking way I am leaving you here on your own.” I clench my fists at my sides.
“You don’t have a choice, Doc.”
“You always have a choice, Alice.” I narrow my gaze.
“Doc.” Her lips turn down.
“Alice.” I drop my chin toward my chest.
“Stubborn alpha-hole.”
“Headstrong woman,” I growl.
“It doesn’t help if you end up here with me. Who’d rescue me then?”
“Me.” I toss my head. “I am the only one who’s going to break you free, the only one you need.”
“My point exactly.” She flutters her eyelashes, and my heart, the bloody thing, thuds.
“Quit trying to play me.” I thrust out my chest.
“Quit being so full of yourself that you can’t see what's right here in front of your eyes.”
You, I see you, is what I want to say, but no way am I going to let on that she is my weakness. Nope. “And what’s that?” I snarl.
“That you need to leave so you can stay alive and return as my savior.”
It should sound corny, it should but it doesn't. I want to be that and so much more for her, and what does that say about me, eh? Except that I am fucked. Abso-fucking-lutely fucked.
Besides, she's wrong.
I am no one’s savior, not the kind of person who’d rescue anyone. Certainly not this beautiful curvy human whose lips are blue from the cold, whose shoulders tremble, from being so close to me. Chemistry had blazed between us from the moment she’d walked into my infirmary to be treated for her injured ankle
She had been brave then, not making a sound as I had bound her ankle, all the while very aware of her touch, her looks, the scent of her—like jasmine and fiery pepper—that had crept into my blood. I'd been instantly hard.
I should have turned my back on her, told her to never come back, to ask one of the other doctors to treat her, but the thought of anyone else touching her, holding her, caressing her, comforting her, had sent anger rippling down my spine.
I had helped her to her feet and packed her off for home. I'd decided I was not going to have anything to do with her. How difficult could it have been, right?
A woman who’d appeared so innocent that I knew she was going to drive me to make mistakes.
I stare into the eyes of the woman who has tempted me more than any female I have ever met.
Whose every glance calls to me, warning me this is different. What’s between us is much more intense. If I smell her essence once more, I’ll possess her, mate her. Mate her. A growl rumbles up from my chest.
She blinks at me. “You have to leave.” Her voice is soft but with an edge of steel to it. She looks helpless but she isn’t. She holds my life, my heart in her palms.
Is she even aware of it?
“Not without you.”
“You must, Doc.”
“Nolan.”
“Huh?
“That’s my name.”
The thump of footsteps clatters outside the cell. Her gaze darts to the door and the skin around her eyes tightens. “Go, Doc, before they find you.”
“I don’t take commands from anyone.” Except you. You could ask me to do anything…anything, I just can't leave you here.
“This is not the time for your stupid macho alpha-holeness to surface.”
“Say it.” I fold my arms over my chest.
“You think you can hold the fact that your stupid ass is about to be discovered over me and threaten me into this?” She juts out her lower lip.
Fucking adorable.
“Just say my name once, that’s all I am asking.”
She tosses her head.
“Why is it so difficult?” Tiny thing. Yet she has such strong willpower. I can’t wait to break her.
“So I’ll say your name and you’ll leave?” She bites on her lower lip and my cock twitches.
“I’ll think about it.” I drum my fingers on my chest.
“Arrogant alpha-hole.”
She looks ready to stamp her little foot which, given she is all trussed up and on the floor, is a little hard.
I can’t wait to see her all bound up and waiting for me. No. Get rid of the thought. The image of her wrapped up in silken bonds and nothing else fills my head. Her skin, pale and fair, would show the lashings of the ropes. Her flesh would quiver in anticipation, her pupils dilated with desire. That succulent triangle between her legs would be drooling with need, for me.
The door grates open, and she pops up to her knees. “Save yourself… Nolan.”
My name from her lips. The sound of it coils in my groin, and I am instantly hard. Fuck.
“Go,” she tosses her head.
“I never was good at doing what I was told.”
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Alice
He turns and races toward the new arrivals.
“Nolan, don’t do this,” I yell after him but he doesn't heed me.
He’s the most lethal male I have ever met. Sure, the Fae Corps men are all alphas, larger than life, and dangerous, too. Did I mention possessive? Very possessive. No way is Nolan going to leave me behind. Hell, if our positions were reversed, I’d be doing the same, except I wouldn’t have the brute strength to take on the five men who pour into the cell.
Nolan growls and my thighs clench. Why does the guttural rage-filled noise turn me on?
This isn’t normal.
I am neither shifter nor Fae, just human…a female who has gotten herself caught in this strange mess.
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I am used to staying on the sidelines, melting into the background. And trust me when I say that as a human female in a city of Fae, it’s easy to do so. Most assume I’m a specimen to be studied. Many make fun of how defenseless I am when faced with the raw power of the Fae. Their bloodthirstiness, their need for violence, the way they’re turned on by the need to punish, all of it so different from what I am. Human. Female. Nurturer. Yeah, that’s me.
Maybe that’s why I’m so attracted to Doc…I mean, Nolan…have been from the moment I walked into the infirmary and saw him.
He’s part of the Fae Corps but also a qualified surgeon. Maybe it’s the two completely opposite sides to his personality that intrigue me?
He’s ferocious enough to be enlisted as a soldier, yet had been so gentle caring for my swollen, throbbing ankle. He’d seen to my wounds, and by the end of it, yeah, other parts of me had been throbbing with need. He's a big powerful alpha male but his touch is gentle. He's sensitive…yet arousing, his scent so calming...yet sinking into my core and promising everything dark and dangerous that I have always wanted, but never acknowledged. At that first meeting, all of it had rushed to the fore. That primal part of me I had hidden all of my life had raged forth, and I had almost thrown myself at his feet and begged him to take me, rut me—