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"Enough to grant me a boon?"

"Anything!" is all I can say, curving into his touch.

"Oh, my pretty little human. I am certain I'm doing us all a favor by taking what you're offering before anyone else does." He shakes his head. "Very well. You have promised anything, and I claim you, Rachel Thorn."

I feel it, though I can't put my finger on what. A heaviness, both warm and as cold as iron, settling over my chest. The certain knowledge that something shifted, without any physical change. And then, his mouth is right there again, his fingers sliding in and out of me faster. I scream. I scream, and drench him in fluids as I come harder than ever.

I can only stare at him, completely limp, my body having lost all its tension, as he stands. He looks rather pleased with himself, and he should. I am rather pleased with him too.

"Now, we can call you a princess, wife."

I don't react. Not for an entire minute. And then my eyes fly open as the weight of his words finally hit.

"What?"

"I own everything you have, by your own word." He leans in, the picture of a predator, those white, sharp teeth flashing. "And for the good of us all, I will take it before someone else does."

"But…wife?"

He smirks. "You're mine to do with as I please. So be a good girl, and free my cock."

He proceeds to take me, in every way, shape, and form, until I'm sore and limp and completely out of it.

And, apparently married?

Fuck. This world is insane. But for some reason, I'm not complaining.

35

RUT AND TELL

Valdred

Ididn’t intend to remain the entire night; there are things I ought to take care of at home. My father’s been stripped of his title, but many of the lords and ladies of his court are loyal to him. I left a vulnerability behind me, one that could be exploited at any moment. So, my plan was to fuck the queen, boast about it, and return before dawn.

Except I was still getting licked, and pinched, and bitten, and fucked within an inch of my life at dawn. Then I passed out. I am man enough to admit I was in no state to move. These two don’t just screw: they conduct an entire battle on their bed. I don’t think I could take it every night.

“It seems that the supervision worked,” Darina drawls with a yawn. “No attempted murder today.”

“You’ll have to find yourself another supervisor,” I groan, wincing as I make myself sit up. “This one’s broken.”

“I didn’t sleep,” Ryther retorts.

He’s still in the middle of the bed, between us, and there’s a large volume in ancient Elvish open on his lap.

“Not at all?” Darina frowns. “You ought to rest.”

“I’ll rest when I get home.” He shuts the book and moves to stand, graceful as ever, while I feel like a kelpie trampled me.

He truly is a monster.

With a flick of his hand, shadows rise, pushing my pants onto my lap. “It’s late enough in the day that most of the court ought to be awake, and early enough that those who intend to take their leave today likely haven’t had a chance to depart yet. Perfect time to make a spectacle. You ought to leave your doublet; go down in your undershirt and cloak. Let them see the marks.”

I look down at my bare torso, and gasp at the bruises. “I should have healed by now.”

Ryther grins. “I sprinkled a little iron dust on this scratch.” His chin points to claw marks on my shoulder, my throat, and disappearing behind my back. “You didn’t even twitch, you were that exhausted. It’s slowed your healing for a little while.”

No wonder I feel so battered. If I had any energy, I would curse him for it. I should have been afforded a warning, or better yet, asked for permission. As it stands, I simply sigh.

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