Page 8 of The Iron Fae
Busy. Just stopping in to suggest that you tell Rowan to shut his mouth and find something else to look at.
A humming laugh vibrates my chest. I move stiffly, worried the bands of material will slip in either an unflattering way or full out expose me.
“Rowan,” I clear my throat, giving him some time to bring his attention up to my face. “Lincoln seems to think that you should close your mouth and find yourself occupied with something other than my ass.”
Couldn’t have said it better myself.
“Isn’t he busy running errands for Cordelia?” Rowan purses his lips but turns on the heel of his boot.
“Ouch.” I mumble wondering if Lincoln can hear what I hear too. Maybe it’s just an echo of my thoughts as I process it.
You jealous?I ask.
Hmm, no. Just hate to see Rowan drooling over you. How embarrassing for him.
Of course.I smile to myself. An image flashes through my head. It’s me but not as I see me with all my flaws. Instead it’s how Lincoln sees me.
And I’m beautiful. Truly, endlessly so.
My breaths become shallow as another image flashes through my mind. This one is blurry. A scenario made from one’s imagination.
Lincoln stands behind me, running a hand down my arm. He turns me to face him. It flashes and I’m lowered to my knees, my lips locked around his cock.
My eyes widen and my cheeks burn painfully red.
Lincoln Ziko.
What?He asks so innocently I’m unsure even he is aware of what he’s shared. Then his rumbling laughter follows.Don’t let your panties get too wet, Rowan will sniff that out faster than Violet got you into that apparatus in the first place.
I try not to think too hard on the way I’m overly aware of my body and the wind that touches far too much of my skin. I try to be as confident as I need to be to pull off this attire that they consider so normal.
The attendant admires all of their choices as they magically fold into their bags. Violet hands them off to Rowan who looks pleased by the options.At least he likes them. That makes one of us.
“Let’s hurry home. I’m sure Kai wants to see the bill he is footing and the outfits we picked out for his little play thing.” The Princess sings cheerfully.
I swallow, trying to ease the dryness of my throat and follow them from the shop. I can only hope that Kai doesn’t treat me like hisplay thing.I’m not sure my acting skills are good enough for that.
At the mention of Kai’s name Lincoln’s presence in my mind goes quiet, hidden behind his thick and sturdy wall. My small smile fades as he does.
Three
Nearly Naked and Very Afraid
Every stepI take my thighs rub forcibly together. There is no humanly way my walk can be attractive when I’m scared to un-pinch the fabric I’m gripping together my lady canal. I’m not sure the universe was ready for me and my ‘endless beauty’, just as I’m not ready for it. I sure as hell am not beautiful now.
My head still feels dizzy from our abrupt arrival back at the castle. Still, Violet and Rowan wheel me ahead. This time I try to take in the hallways, to memorize some sort of path or escape route if necessary, but I wasn’t imagining it when I realized the hallways all look exactly the same. No matter which way you turn there are an assortment of doors broken up only by a few lavender tinted windows and at the end of the hall a large balcony. Though, in the day the wispy curtains are drawn back allowing the sun and the mild weather into the castle.
“Kai is going to flip when he sees you.” Violet grins.
She pulls me to a stop just short of what I’m assuming is Kai’s office and makes a show of fiddling with my hair. I try not to stare into her iron tainted gaze but she’s as much mesmerizing as she is wicked and undoubtedly deadly.
“Don’t stare too long,” she whispers, “wouldn’t want you falling in love with me.”
My eyes flair, my cheeks turning a brilliant shade of red. I’m not so much as attracted to Violet as I am intrigued by the way she holds herself. Jealous. I’m minimally jealous.
“Lincoln would never allow that,” Rowan says bitterly, already leaning into the door.
“You all forget that Lincoln isn’t my boss and I’ll damn well fall in love with whomever I wish.” I tug the sheer fabric down as if that will hide all the skin poking out from the strips of fabric underneath.
