Page 147 of Owned By the Fae
Grey watches, taking my other breast and twisting the nipple hard.
‘Come for us,’ he snarls.
Kal kisses me hard and draws back a bit. ‘You need to be filled by your masters. That hungry little cunt is so greedy now that you've been bred. You want more, don't you, little slave?’
‘Yes,’ I whimper. ‘Yes.’
‘Come for us, then,’ he growls. ‘Show us how grateful you are for your master’s cocks!’
I scream as the force of my pleasure hits me, my back bowing, thrusting my chest into Grey’s face as he suckles myteats, punishing them with his teeth as he finds his own release, and Kallum quickly follows. They fill me with their seeds, and my hooded eyes find Dane still watching with unbridled desire from his place on the bed.
He sees me watching, and a slow grin takes over his face.
‘Good girl,’ he murmurs.
And suddenly, my pleasure peaks again. I let out another cry as it washes over me. I’m caressed and kissed with a gentleness that belies their rough game, and I droop against Grey, my body replete.
A few moments later, I’m being held by Grey as Kallum cleans me with a warm, wet cloth.
‘Come,’ he says. ‘It’ll soon be morning, and you need rest, beautiful human of ours.’
I’m pulled onto the bed carefully by Grey and placed between Dane and him while Kal lies across the bed by my feet, his finger working some strange magick as he massages them.
I let myself bask in the knowledge that we’re all here together. Free. Alive. There may be some difficulties in our future, but I know that we can get through them together.
‘It’s really over,’ I murmur quietly.
No one answers, but I know they’re smiling. We’ve done what we needed to do and the Harbinger has fulfilled its true purpose. It feels at peace now that the Underhill is safe from Varrik, and we were able to save the Skilled.
I remember watching them all coming through the Gate. Gods, was it only yesterday? I frown a little as I see it in my mind’s eye. I saw none of the fae who’d hurt, tormented or neglected me, I realize.
‘The guards and the servants of the keep,’ I murmur. ‘I didn’t see any of them come through to the Underhill.’
Grey and Dane stiffen next to me, and Kal’s fingers on the pads of my feet stop moving.
‘You left them there to die,’ I say, but it’s not an accusation because I find I don’t feel anything, and even the Harbinger doesn’t seem to mind.
Dane’s hand cups my cheek. ‘Every single one.’
