Page 27 of Owned By the Fae
The thought floors me, but it makes sense. When we left the fold to find the Harbinger, we wanted more than anything to return, but Varrik’s desires were important to us, so we kept going. After a few weeks in the Wilds, that desire diminished. I remember only wanting to come back because it was familiar here.
When Varrik dismisses me, I wander through the keep visibly with the excuse of wanting to explore my new home if anyone asks why I’m skulking around.
It doesn’t take long for me to find her. Grey said he smelled her in the elites’ wing when he was here. There are guards everywhere, but when I turn the corner, their ranks thin out substantially, so it’s not difficult to find a place to disappear.
Incorporeal as well, I sink through the walls easily now that the wards let me into the keep, and I search for the one that’s hers, hoping she’s there.
I find her in the fifth room I enter, but I don’t let her know I’ve come. I’ll need to explain to her that her capture was all Dane and not me, but she’ll be upset before I can tell her everything, and I’d rather make sure she’s all right first.
I watch her with rapt fascination and intense relief. I’m hardly able to tear my eyes from her as she gets ready for bed. I frown at her slow and hesitant movements, but she looks well. Perhaps she’s simply tired.
My heart swells. Gods, I've missed her.
I approach the bed only after her breath has evened out, looking down at her and finally relaxing in a way that I haven't since we came back.
She’s safe.
I take her in. Her hair looks freshly brushed and her skin is bright with a healthy color to it. The room is chilly, though, and I frown that there’s no fire in the grate. It’s definitely cold enough for one, but she doesn’t seem bothered by the temperature. I see a tray on the table, so I know that the servants are coming in to take care of her needs. Perhaps she’s told them she doesn’t want a fire.
I settle onto the bed next to her slumbering form, in no hurry to leave her again now that she’s in front of me once more.
The past few days have been going just as I planned. At practice in the arena, I showed off some of my new skills, hoping that no one else here could do what I could, banking on the fact that I was always told invisibility was a rare gift. I wanted everyone to see it so that it would get back to Varrik quickly. And it did.
I think again about my meeting with the fae lord. My first mission is this afternoon with two of the other elites and, I believe, Dane as well. I’d rather stay with Lia, but I’ll have to go through the motions now that I’m in Varrik’s sights. He’ll expect that my loyalty be only for him, so that’s what I need to give the appearance of. Unfortunately, that means less time with my human today. At least I can come and go from the keep as I like now, so finding some stolen hours with her shouldn’t be a problem.
Not able to help myself, I lean over her and brush my fingers against her face. Her brow furrows in sleep. I stare at her for a long time, just glad that she's all right and that I was wrong. Varrik didn't intend to harm her at all. It might be wishful thinking, but perhaps things will go back to the way they were before. Perhaps this place will be better for her now that Grith is dead.
I smile wide at the thought of him rotting in some hole on some dead world. I’m still angry at Grey for taking my human, but he's gone a long way to making it up to me ... and her. I still haven't heard the whole story of Grith’s demise, but I can't wait to.
I still have some time before I need to present myself for the mission, so I meander around the room while my human sleeps, taking in the meager furniture, the lone cup and bowl. Has Varrik been keeping her in this room the whole time, I wonder? I go to the window and look out. I can see the house we've been given on the adjacent hill from my vantage point. I won't be ableto actually look into her room, but at least I know which one is hers now, so when I stare out of my own window, I know where to look.
Not wanting to leave yet, I decide to spend a bit of time reacquainting myself with her. I get on the bed slowly and very carefully so as not to disturb her. It feels as if it's been so much longer than two weeks since I've seen her. All I want to do is gather her up in my arms and remind us both of how our bodies feel pressed together.
A sly smile drifts across my face as I remember some of the things I did with her in Rondorai when we were stuck in that room for days, some of the ideas I had that she seemed amenable to.
I almost can't help myself as one hand drifts under the cover next to her, sliding down her body gently until I find the place between her thighs. I touch her softly, watching her face and sending out feelers towards her mind. I’d hate to do something she doesn’t want, but I'd also rather she stays sleeping for this simply because I now don’t have time for the conversation we need to have.
I go invisible completely in case she opens her eyes and relax in the knowledge that she’ll have no idea that I'm here now even if she does wake up.
My fingers play with her folds gently, easing further down to probe her channel lightly. I allow myself a small sigh as I feel her getting wetter by the second.
She shifts with a sleepy moan, her legs widening, and I grin. I can sense that she's having a delicious dream while I'm doing this to her. I slide under the covers and position my face between her legs, easing her a little bit wider as I begin to lick very slow, long strokes up her slit the way I know she likes it.
Her body moves, her hips undulating on a moan followed by a pained cry that I don't understand. So, I go a little gentler, notneeding her climax to be earth-shattering. I’m content for this one to be merely refreshing. A few moments later, she lets out an audible whimper, and her legs shake. Her eyes open on a gasp, and I feel her mind shift into consciousness. I freeze, flattening myself to the bed and listening to her heavy breaths.
I move down the bed very slowly, climbing out from underneath the sheet at the bottom where she hopefully won't notice my movements. I stand up, watching her as she stays in the bed, her eyes closing again. The blanket is now pushed down to give me an incredible view of her perfect breasts and hard nipples.
I ache to suckle them, but, for now, I content myself with standing close by and fisting my hard cock slowly as my fingertips lightly brush over the tips of her tits gently. Her eyes drift open again, but it doesn’t matter. She can't see me.
I grit my teeth to keep silent as I spill my seed onto the floor beside the bed and move the small rug to cover the evidence thatisn'tinvisible.
Afterward, I put myself away and watch her for a bit longer, wondering if I should tell her that I'm here, but the truth is I’m afraid she won't want to see me. Despite the fact that nothing bad has happened the way she thought it would, the betrayal would have hit her hard. I do want to explain, but now isn’t the time. She’s asleep again anyway.
I delve into my pocket and pull out a small yellow flower. I leave it beside her bed on the small table and place a gentle kiss on her forehead.
I hear someone walking down the corridor, and I go to the door. A key is thrust into the lock, and it opens. At the threshold is a servant bringing water and a meal. She enters the room with a guard, and I realize belatedly that Lia’s still on the bed uncovered. I curse myself for not pulling the sheet over her again as I see the guard’s eyes slowly take in her state.
The servant leaves without a word, but the young guard lingers. He glances behind him a little nervously, and my fists clench as I watch him walk over to the bed and ogle my female.
