Elven Surrender

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The rights to this story have reverted! I’ll be republishing it at some point in the future, possibly with a new story set in this fantasy world.

This story is set in the same world as Winter Dragon.

Silver Delacroix is ready to go through the necessary rite and gain a witch’s territory. It’s a path she’s prepared for, a life she’s been looking forward to. But when a much-feared and little-understood mark appears on her palm, she flees into elven lands—and discovers her true destiny.

Raised as enemies, groomed to claim their father’s position as Lord of the Southern Borderlands, half-brothers Wraith In Shadows and Tynan Carved From Stone can avoid bloodshed only by sharing a wife. The mark on Silver’s palm is both confirmation and warning. She can be theirs, but their magic as well as their lives will be irrevocably bound to hers if they claim her. One look, one touch and it’s a price they’re willing to pay. With her at their side, harmony can be restored to the land they’ll rule. With her in their bed, they’ll find ecstasy.

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Her fear faded under the soft glow of the moon. It didn’t subside completely, but the panicked horror dissipated and flowed away on a spring breeze. Silver opened her fist to look at The Mark.

It was in the form of a circle though it contained smooth sections as well as patterned ones. A rippling line made her think of water. A jagged one made her think of mountain ranges. A spiked section was repeated in the very center of the circle. It made her think of flames and she wondered if that’s why her palm had burned when The Mark appeared.

Why? Why me?

She spent only a second on the question because she already knew there was no answer. Witches, warlocks, sorcerers, nulls, even among themselves they couldn’t agree on what The Mark meant and why it appeared.

A noise in the woods brought her head up. Crackling leaves and rustling branches had her standing upright again.

The odor hit her first, a second before she saw the feral yellow eyes. Wild boar, maybe, or a fey creature out for some fun, or perhaps even a sorcerer using the pig to hunt her.

She took a cautious step backward and the boar lowered its head. Even though it was almost completely shrouded in the darkness of the forest, its tusks gleamed yellow and wicked.

Silver continued backing away slowly. Surreptitiously she looked for an escape route. A shiver of surprise slid down her spine when the wind rustled, parting the dense undergrowth and revealing a path. She slipped onto it just as the boar’s massive head was captured in the moon glow of the small clearing.

Instinct shouted at her to hurry, to run. And she listened.

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Wraith’s body tightened in anticipation. She’d been closer than either of them imagined. As soon as they’d cast their spell they’d known that instead of waiting days for her to come to them, she’d be there before even a single star faded from the sky.

He glanced at Tynan and saw the same tension and need written on his brother’s face. He wasn’t sure if they were feeding off each other’s desire in the same way their magic had been stronger when merged, or whether the reality of the woman’s existence had them both hard and anxious, hungry to make her theirs.

Tonight was fated. Wraith believed it deeply, totally. There was no other explanation. He and Tynan were meant to share this woman and in doing so, bring harmony and prosperity to the southern borderlands.

His cock throbbed as spell magic rippled past him on the breeze, arriving ahead of the female and opening the path for her even as the same path was being closed behind her. Beside him Tynan shifted position. Their shoulders touched in an unplanned gesture of unity just as undergrowth parted and tree branches bent to reveal her.

Exquisite. Enchanting. Wraith’s breath caught in his throat and remained lodged there until he saw her storm-colored eyes flash with fear. He reached for her at the same time Tynan did. He saw her intention to turn and flee and the horror in her face when she realized the woods had closed around her, trapping her.

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“Forgive me for trespassing. I’m being chased and seek only to remain safe until the Turning Ceremony,” she said, holding her hands out in an instinctive gesture to ward off an attack.

Shock rippled through Wraith when he saw the mark on her hand. She was elfling—On the Cusp of Change. That she was here in these woods, afraid of them and speaking of the witches’ ceremony meant she’d been raised human and was unaware of her heritage, unaware of the elven magic building inside her until it could be triggered by a spell.

“We intend you no harm,” Tynan said, remaining still though he wanted to rush in and enfold her in his arms. Elfling. He needed no other proof she was created for the purpose of restoring harmony.

Matings between humans and elves were rare and half elf offspring were never knowingly left among humans. If a casual coupling resulted in a child, the newborn was stolen by their elf parent and raised in the enclaves until the mark appeared and the spell cast to trigger The Changing.

That the elfling in front of them thought she was human meant she was pure of affiliations and political aspirations despite the Fire Clan symbol in the center of the circular mark. She was On the Cusp of Change and would be wholly theirs once she became elf.

“You are safe with us,” Tynan said, unable to stop from taking a small step closer, from lifting his hand and pressing his palm against one of hers.

Heat streaked straight to his cock and made him gasp. It wasn’t the magic of the Fire Clan that caused his reaction, but the first touch of flesh to flesh.

“You are safe with us,” he repeated. “I’m Tynan Carved From Stone and this is my brother, Wraith In Shadows.”

His penis jerked when she wet her lips. His testicles pulled tight against his body when Wraith’s palm covered the elfling mark on her left one.

She trembled, just a little, as the last of her fear faded. “My name is Silver, Silver Delacroix.”

“Come inside. Take shelter and stay the night with us.”

“I’m not elf,” Silver said. She couldn’t imagine they’d mistake her for one and yet the way they were both looking at her and the offer of their names instead of a curse made her wonder.

A coil of heated need formed in her belly with Tynan’s quick smile. A wash of arousal escaped her slit when Wraith said, “Then come inside and pay the penalty for trespassing on elven lands. Tynan and I will make sure you find pleasure in the payment of it.”

As if afraid she might bolt, their hands slid to her wrists and encircled them, lightly restraining her even as they stepped forward. Their nearness was overwhelming, intoxicating to her senses. Elven beauty was unparalleled and these men were chiseled perfection.

Her thoughts swirled. Images of having them as lovers tumbled through her mind quicksilver-fast as desire coursed through her bloodstream, tightening her nipples and swelling her cunt lips in its wake. Disbelief rose to temper the heat of need. Elves might enjoy the lustful, nearly worshipful way humans looked at them, they might see it as their due, but she’d never known an elf to either invite or compel a human into their bed.

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Her gaze dropped. Doubt fell away when she saw the thick, identical erections pressing against the front of their pants.

Even if she hadn’t been rendered null by The Mark, she was no match for them. They could easily enchant her with a spell. But as she stroked their cocks with her eyes and watched them grow fuller behind the concealing cloth, she knew they wouldn’t need to.

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“Once again, Jory Strong has created a story that will claim your attention and not let go until the last page has been read. Super hot sexual situations that will almost melt your keyboard! Silver is a heroine that captures your heart and makes you want her to triumph over her problems. Tynan and Wraith, with their past angst, are true heroes for their strong alpha tendencies tempered with hearts of gold.”

— Lisa Freeman, The Romance Studio

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— Jennifer Bishop, RRT Erotic

“Jory Strong continues to amaze me with her stories. Just when I think I have read every type of story from her that could be written, she goes and writes another captivating novel such as ELVEN SURRENDER. Full of erotic love scenes, true emotions, with a plot that enticed and held my attention, I could not put ELVEN SURRENDER down.”

— Talia Ricci, Joyfully Reviewed

“ELVEN SURRENDER by Jory Strong is a wonderful story full of passion, fantasy and betrayal. Ms. Strong shows wonderful talent in building a unique land full of fantastical creatures. As always, her characters are well written and compelling, each adding to the richness of the story. Tynan and Wraith are heroes any woman would long for and their need for Silver is not just physical, but emotional as well. Silver brings love to their lives. ELVEN SURRENDER is a tale not to be missed!”

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“ELVEN SURRENDER is a very sensual tale of witches, elves, and magic. With stroke of her pen, Ms. Strong captures the readers’ attention with her heroine, Silver Delacroix. With her zest for life, unknown father, and magic that is just waiting for the right moment to burst through, Ms. Strong delivers a wildly entertaining story that will keep the reader on their toes or on their backs! With two sexy elves at Silver’s mercy, she finds her true destiny and a love that will keep her extremely happy.”

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