Kidnapped and Claimed by Lizzie Lynn Lee Page A

in frustration, “Please, take me!”
    The sound of male laughter burst out around me. “Impatient, are we?” one of them said.
    I closed my mouth, mortified. Never had I allowed myself to make such wanton demands. Nor did I ever have a chance to. I couldn’t believe what I had just said. I quieted while listening to the warrior who spoke. He was standing behind me, pressing his naked skin against my back, radiating his heat into every fiber of my being. I could almost hear his heart thundering in the same rhythm of my own. He whispered, praising how soft my skin was. His voice was warm and pleasant. He stroked my thigh with one continuous, languid movement, while his other hand still cupped my cunt, a finger buried deep in my wet heat, lazily tormenting me.
    I felt giddy, thrilled, and yet scared at the same time. The warrior’s tongue on my clit and the grinding finger in my cunt radiated a rippling sensation. I wanted to know how it felt to be ravished. My aches needed filling. I let out another low moan of frustration. “Please…” I writhed, arching my hips in hope one of them would sink his cock in me.
    To my dismay, they didn’t.
    “Stay still, she-elf ,” the warrior who claimed my clit told me. His pleasure was interrupted. He secured my hips in place, ignoring my plea. His mouth then latched again on my aching bud, suckling and toying, unwilling to let go.
    “What do you want with me?” I asked with mounting exasperation. I was willing. I wanted it too. Wasn’t that what they wanted?
    “We’re marking what’s rightfully ours,” the warrior behind me answered. He was grazing his teeth on my earlobe, nibbling my ear. His hot breath caressed my fevered skin, delivering another electric tremor throughout my body. I almost shivered convulsively from it.
    “I did not know I had strayed to Emagari, sire . . .”
    This time, both of them laughed. “Do you know who we are, sweet thing?” the warrior behind me asked. His free hand was no longer stroking my skin, instead, he pinched my taut nipple. Hard. The pain burst into flames of pleasure. It was addicting, and it made me want more.
    “My lords are Khimeri .”
    “Do you know what happens to people that intrude on our territory?”
    “People said you always spare women…”
    “That’s because we took them as our wives; others we would kill.”
    I swallowed hard. Although my mind already drifted back into the haze of ecstasy, I slowly realized my fate. It became clear now that I had no choice.
    I had been on the run from the Jakael hunters for two weeks. My half-brother Erodan had ordered my capture. I was forced by my family to marry the Grand Duke Gavin of Thiebes. Our wedding wasn’t yet consummated when they found the duke was dead. And according to our customs, the wife would follow her husband in the burning pyre to accompany him to Paradise.
    I hadn’t loved Duke Gavin. I didn’t want to die with him. So I ran.
    “Will you treat me well, sires?” I asked the warriors.
    “I do not know, little one, will you be good to us?”
    “Harboring me is bad luck, sires . . .”
    “I see.” The warrior behind me was making another amused sound. Slowly, he pulled his finger from the depth of my cunt while his friend trailed kisses to my inner thigh. I squirmed again, this time I was confused. Were they changing their minds?
    “It is not us who make that decision, she-elf. It will be the will of our lord.” The warrior before me slowly stood up. He enclosed me. His warmth seared my skin as he pressed his body against me. His hand reached my face, and moments later, his mouth claimed mine. His tongue speared against mine. His kiss was passionate. I could smell my own scent on him, tasting my own elixir from his tongue. And what I sampled made me more intoxicated with lust.
    “She-elf is eager,” the warrior behind me said.
    “She’s a rare beauty.”
    I gasped again when the warrior who kissed me rubbed his hard erection against my sex. The