Page 84 of Owned By the Fae
I stand up and thrust into her when she’s wet enough, not enjoying the squeak of shock that I elicit from her at my sudden movement, but I don't stop. I need it to be done. I plunge into her deeply, thinking of Fiana and how I’ll hopefully be plowing into her later instead.
But as I go through the motions, I realize I’m not getting any closer to coming. The female under me squeals as I impale her roughly, and my heart lurches as I hear what sounds like a stifled sob.
‘I’m sorry,’ I murmur, hating myself for what I’m doing, for ever contacting Varrik in the first place.
Even when I did it, I had my reservations. But I ignored them, and because of me, she’s suffered immeasurably here. Varrik isn’t what I thought. I shy away from that idea instantly. I can’t think of that now. Instead, I focus on Lia.
I wish I could have just let her go after Rondorai, but we’d never have been allowed to return. I would never have seen Fiana again. I did what I had to do, just as I have to now.
I get a hold of myself and try to temper my movements. I rock into her with easy strokes. Slower means I can’t help thinking about her, though. Her expressions when pleasure gets the better of her. The sounds she makes when she’s close. How she feels beneath me. She's already rounding out very slightly from the few good meals I've ensured are brought to her, but it’s hardly enough to make up for her suffering at my hands, however indirectly.
I let out a noise of frustration at my wayward thoughts. Remembering my own mistakes isn’t helping.
Focus!
I pull out of her and sit in the chair I pushed out of the way.
‘Come here,’ I say.
She looks red-faced, and her eyes are glassy as she stands in front of me, and I pull her over my lap to straddle me. I take hold of her thighs and lower her carefully, letting her adjust to this new position before I begin bouncing her up and down on my cock. One of my hands goes to the bodice of a dress and unlaces it, making her breasts spill out to my gaze as I move her on me.
I suckle her teats, making her squeal. She comes hard at the same time as I do, and I push my seed well into her womb as if I truly want to breed her. An image of her round with my babe in her makes me yearn for it for a second, and I frown, confused by this sudden desire.
Vaguely, I remember that I haven't brought her the tea to drink today, and some desperate part of me wants me to forget, let fate run its course.
I lift her off of me without preamble, almost scared of my traitorous mind, and I put myself away. She looks sated but also ravaged, and it’s all I can do not to draw her to me and try toexplain, try to give her some semblance of an apology that will make her nothate me. Instead, as she teeters on her feet, I make myself roll my eyes at her as I stand up and switch our positions, pushing her down into the seat I just vacated.
‘I'll be back later,’ I say, not looking at her again.
I go to Varrik feeling replete and content despite my feelings regarding the Harbinger and my treatment of her that are niggling at me. The fae lord is in his office close to the Gate, and I knock quietly.
‘Finished so soon?’ he asks, giving me a once over.
I open my mouth to tell him that I’m only meant to seed the Harbinger, not care about her pleasure, and I realize he’s not talking about her. He means Fiana.
I give him a tight smile. ‘Fiana was tired. She wished to rest. I've left her in her room for now. I'm here to talk about the Harbinger.’
Varrik straightens slightly. ‘What about the Harbinger?’
‘It's come to my attention that she's not being looked after properly by the servants.’
‘In what way?’ His tone is colder than I’ve heard it in a while, but I press on.
‘They don't bring her food. She never has a fire. She had no clothes until I got her some. The blanket on her bed wasn’t fit for a beast. With the weather turning, it's imperative that her room remain warm.’
‘I'll speak to them,’ Varrik promises airily, and my eyes narrow imperceptibly, ‘but you must remember that the servants are still angry about what the Harbinger did when she left.’
‘I understand,’ I say, even though I don’t because, as far as I can tell, most of them weren’t even here seven years ago when she ran, ‘but that was long ago, and you've already punished her for it. They shouldn't be doing the same.’
‘Of course not,’ Varrik accedes. ‘I'll ensure that she's been taken care of properly from now on.’
I give him a small nod of thanks.
His eyes assess me. ‘Is there a reason why you wish the Harbinger to be so well taken care of?’
I shrug, I hope nonchalantly. ‘Only that you’ve ordered me to breed her, and the chances of that are greatly improved if she is in good physical condition. I won't be made to fail because the Dregs have taken it into their heads to discipline her themselves.’
Varrik nods, seemingly satisfied. ‘Very well. I’ll make sure it's done. You will be given every opportunity to breed the female. Shall we drink to your success?’
