Page 23 of Dark Fae's Desires
“Leave him now,” Jerrick says. “He will come back. We just need to let his magick work its way through him.”
Turning into Jerrick’s strong embrace, I sob openly into his neck as he croons to me. He lets me get it out of my system and then holds me at arm’s length as he studies my face.
“Do you feel better?”
“Yes,” I admit, pulling the soggy tissues out of my nose, relieved that I don’t have to replace them. Yet.
This is a band-aid. It won’t stick forever. We need a permanent solution to this soon, and if that is Anders’s death, then I’m fine with that.
“Rest now,” Jerrick says. “When he wakes, and Trey and Theo return, we will spend some time together. I need to be close to you. I was so scared that he’d hurt you or that I’d lost you.” He brushes my gross crinkly hair out of my face.
“Run me a bath?”
“Of course,” he says with a smirk, letting me know he remembers our conversation after the first time we had sex.
“And then please go and find Rath’Na. Make sure he’s okay. For me.” I say the last two words firmly.
He nods and goes off to the bathroom to run a deep, hot, bubble-filled bath that I hope to luxuriate in for far longer than a normal Fae girl should be allowed.
Chapter 11
Savannah
“That’s it, Savvie, touch me, kiss me. You know you have to; you know you want to.”
I look up into Anders’s green eyes and smile at him. I take his hard length in my hand and stroke him, hearing him groan at my touch. I lean over and open my mouth, taking him in with a moan of desire.
“Perfect,” Anders says, slipping his hand into my hair and tightening his fist. He jerks his hips, gently fucking my mouth for a few moments before he pulls out and pushes me back to the big white bed, covering my body with his. I can feel his tip at my entrance, and I gasp as he presses down on my hips, drawing back before he plunges his cock into me with a guttural groan.
Nauseous, I sit up suddenly. I must’ve dozed off in the bath and dreamed of Anders. Ugh! I feel filthy all over again. It must be the blood oath making me dream these horrible, disgusting things.
The bath water has cooled off, but I duck under and wash my hair quickly. Climbing out, I grab a towel and wrap it around my body and another small one to dry my hair off.
Jerrick is sitting on the bed as I exit the bathroom. He looks up at me with a soft smile. “How are you feeling?”
“Better,” I say and crawl into his lap, dumping the small towel on the floor as I look at Rook. He looks peaceful. “How is he?”
“Alive,” Jerrick says to my relief. “It’ll take him a few hours, I think, to come to.”
“Thank the gods,” I murmur. I was trying not to worry because he told me he would be okay, and I have to trust him, but deep down it was there.
Resting my forehead on Jerrick’s, I take his face in my hands and kiss him softly. He takes it further, pushing his tongue into my mouth to sweep across mine in a glorious dance that makes me crave him. I want to push everything aside and ride him until all the tension is released, but I can’t do that right now. I have to go and find out what the plan is for taking care of my problem. I have to help, be of some use.
Jerrick flicks the towel undone and tweaks my nipples gently before he squeezes tighter, making me gasp and my vision goes blurry for a moment.
In shock, I scramble off his lap, holding my towel closer as I shake my head sadly. “I can’t, the blood oath, it’s… I can’t undo everything that Rook gave me, sacrificed for me. I’m sorry.” I turn from him, my heart breaking that I had to refuse him.
“Hey,” he says, coming up behind me and turning me around. “You don’t need to apologize. I understand. I’vemissed you and I took advantage. I shouldn’t have. I’m sorry for that, Princess.”
Sighing, I take him in my arms again, making sure not tofeeltoo much for him. I hate this. It makes me want to kill Anders myself with my bare hands, slowly and painfully.
Clenching my fists, I pull away again and turn to get dressed as Jerrick says, “There is something else we should talk about at some point, when you are ready.”
I frown at him as I turn around, my underwear in my hand.
His gaze roves over me and I shiver, needing him but having to keep my distance. His eyes find mine again quickly.
“You killed in the battle, Savvie. We need to talk about that, about how it made you feel.”
