Page 68 of Owned By the Fae
So you can try to pretend I’m Fiana and not the pathetic human you’ve been ordered to fuck?
The thought makes a mortifying, hiccupping sob come out of me that makes Dane look even more thunderous.
‘No,’ he snarls, bending my knees and pushing them upwards. He moves my dress out of the way with impatient movements and lines himself up.
But then his eyes narrow on me and he pauses. Instead of spearing me, he spreads my knees as wide as they’ll go and looks down. His fingers pull my nether lips open, and he gives me a thorough inspection before taking my bud between his fingers and conjuringsomethingbecause I can taste the tang of his magick. My body pulses with heat, and his fingers move in frenzied motions, making me squeal in pleasure. He forces me to feel it, his eyes alternating between boring into my face and into my cunt to watch what his power is doing to me.
I feel a pulsing from his hand, like tiny bolts of lightning shooting from his fingertips directly into me. My body flutters and I feel him finally enter me. He slides in firmly but still carefully, letting me adjust to him the way he didn’t last time. It hurts a little, but I find that along with the conjure, a little pain is just what I need.
His taking of me isn’t gentle, but neither is it harsh. His strokes are hard but smooth and fluid. His hips snap on each thrust and hit a spot inside me over and over that makes my body feel like it’s melting into a puddle.
I realize my hips are meeting his movements, and I’m uttering little screams that I can tell he likes because when I miss one, his next thrust is harder to force another one out of me.
‘You like it, little slave?’ he murmurs, and my eyes widen at what he’s already learned from Kallum that I like to hear.
Even though I know I won’t be able to look him in the eye later, at this moment, it sends me over the precipice, and I’m dimly aware that he’s coming with me.
‘Dane!’ I sob as the pleasure keeps going and going, being drawn out by the conjure he’s used. His head is thrown back, and I can feel him releasing his seed deep inside me. I want it. I needit. In that one second, I hope it takes root and I grow round with his babe.
When I finally come down, he’s still inside me. He’s leaning over me with something in his eyes that I’ve never seen before, a vulnerability he tries to cover as soon as he sees that I’m back with him.
‘There, Harbinger.’ He smirks. ‘Was that good enough for you?’
And the spell is broken.
What am I doing?
I scramble under him, and he curses as my foot accidentally collides with his manhood while I try to extricate myself from him as quickly as possible. He cups himself and glares at me, but I don’t care if he’s angry.
I need him gone before I begin to cry, and he realizes that this is more than Varrik’s orders for me.
Him knowing I want him is one thing, but I won’t be able to bear it if he finds out my pathetic human heart is his as well. I can just imagine him and Fiana laughing at me when she returns.
‘Please go,’ I say, not looking at him, feeling sick at the awful images my mind is unhelpfully supplying.
I can practically feel his gaze hardening on me, and I shiver.
‘Fine,’ he bites out, putting himself away quickly.
‘The healer will come later. It won’t be the one you know. You will let him examine you however he sees fit. In the morning, I will come to you. If you want it to be quick, I suggest you already be wet for me, so I don’t have to expend my time readying you for my cock.’
He opens the door and I catch a glimpse of a guard peering in, obviously trying to get a look at me. Dane pushes him back hard and I hear him slam into the adjacent wall.
‘Stay out of my way, Dreg,’ he yells as he slams my door.
Alone, I immediately give way to tears.
How could I have let this happen? How could I have let myself care for them? How did I not feel it creeping up on me?
I sit on the floor on the far side of the bed and cry quietly, hoping the healer doesn’t come in and find me like this.
I make an effort to calm down. I think about cleaning myself up because I can feel Dane’s spend between my legs.
But the healer will want to see it. I grimace at the thought.
I feel a pull inside me, and a thought appears in my mind. One that isn’t my own.
Need to escape. Soon.
