CHAPTER ELEVEN

Reluctantly Cerri took the drink, staring at it like it was poison. "No, not burning." She murmured, sniffing the liquid cautiously. "Look, Mark, I really think I should go. We've crossed paths enough and each time, I almost die. I'm trying to make it home with both wings attached." She stood up, setting aside the untouched glass of brandy.

"You're not going anywhere until we talk." He said calmly, waving a hand idly, a clamorous clanging echoing throughout the house telling her everything had been locked and bolted. "Now we can do this the easy way… or we can do this my way, Cerriwyn." Mark said slowly. "Your choice."

She stared at him like he was out of his mind, shifting ever so slightly. Her wing fluttered, darkening in color. "What do we have to talk about?" Cerri demanded in a steely tone of voice, not liking how he had locked everything down. She got the feeling if it came down to a physical confrontation, her best bet would be to run.

Mark chuckled, already knowing what she was thinking, and shook his head. "Don't worry, I won't hurt you. I just want to know some things about you. Such as, where are you from and why did your...parents...send you here?" His voice soft and soothing, yet rough and gruff. It was a nice mixture, something that would probably make a mortal woman's blood rush to her cheeks.

"I can't tell you where I'm from and as for my parents? My family unit you mean? The Council sends every Fae when they 300, it's a rite of passage in Human terms. May I go now?" She folded her arms over her chest, not taken with his voice in the slightest. One of the perks of this form, she was in control.

"Hmm… interesting." Mark murmured, his eyes glinting wickedly in the firelight. "I do wonder what they'll think when they realize you've been with someone from this world."

Before she could digest that, he had her in his arms and was kissing the breath out of her, growling as his strength overpowered hers.

Cerri reacted instinctively, grabbing his thick, long hair and yanking viciously, tugging strands out. Her fingers extended into talons, gouging at his skin. She yelped when she shifted again suddenly, stuck in Fae form and summoned her strength, shoving him backwards. She reeled backwards towards the ceiling, out of breath. Her purple eyes stared down at him, her lips swollen from the kiss. "I have an intended." She said sounding bemused.

"You do not, you liar. You said you intend on finding one." Mark corrected angrily, his eyes now raging green fire. All jokes and messing around was at an end. One massive hand grabbed the front of his own shirt, ripping it away from his muscular chest, dropping the shreds to the floor. His hand flew out when she went to flee, sending her back against the wall.

"I had a number to chose from, I decided the other night." She whimpered, watching with wide eyes as he slowly approached. Her wings twitched, obviously trying to move though it was futile. Cerriwyn murmured something under her breath and with a loud pop, a small crystal orb appeared where she had stood. She was inside of it, the last of her magic used up at the moment. She sat in the middle of the ball, staring out.

Mark chuckled as he waved his hand again A second later a black ball shot from his hand, exploding the crystal ball she was encased within. "Nice try. Just surrender to me and I will make this a very PLEASURABLE experience for you."

She didn't know what he meant by experience exactly but it didn't take an Elf to figure out the intonation behind the word. Cerri shook her head, lilac hair spilling over her shoulders. "You can't! It's never been done before, we're from different planes!" She pleaded, the tips of her pointed ears twitching a bit when his voice lowered even more, the sound sending a shiver through her.

"Oh, but that's the beauty of it. It's NEVER been done before. I think now would be the perfect time to experiment and find out what happens when two mixed species become one." He replied, his voice even lower, sounding like a rumble coming from his chest. He waved his hand, levitating her body from the ground, and stared directly into her dark violet eyes, wrapping one arm around her waist. "You want me and you damn well know it. Now stop fighting me and surrender!" He growled before capturing her lips in a rough kiss.

Cerriwyn's head was reeling. She had a feeling when two inter-species mated the results were going to be bad. Her hands moved of their own accord, wrapping around his neck, her mouth finally meeting his with ardor. She frowned when she felt his teeth on her lower lip and pulled away, staring at him. A finger moved to her lip, pulling away and staring at the silver blood. "You bit me." She said in a breathy whisper

"That's not all I'm going to bite either." Mark promised wickedly, lifting her up over his shoulder and carted her upstairs. Kicking his double doors open to his bedroom, he carried her squirming body inside, kicking them shut behind them, and deposited her on the bed. He immediately kissed her again before she could speak, moving down her jaw line, his lips and tongue scorching her skin.

It felt so good that it hurt, whatever he was doing to her. By nature Fae weren't shy, most of them wandered around in partial nudity but intimacy wasn't tossed around either. Brief hugs were about as far as contact went as the usual, well... from her experience. Cerriwyn didn't know whether to beg him to stop or not to stop. Her fingers entwined themselves in his hair as she arched her neck to him, parting her long legs so he could rest atop of her.