Page 86 of Owned By the Fae
I’m putting on my dress when the door opens again, and I rush to cover myself.
My heart thuds hard in my chest as I realize it’s Fiana herself. Why is she here?
She saunters in, her cold eyes moving over me.
‘The guards have been talking about you,’ she says. ‘They said you’d grown up. They’re wagering on whether or not Dane is going to breed you in time. Some of them are very excited about the prospect of rutting you, little piggy.’
Something must cross my face at her nickname for me because she laughs.
‘I saw that Healer Skith was in here. Did he find you well-seeded?’ She meanders around the room, her eyes narrowing when she gets to my bed and notices the cover on it.
She couldn’t know Dane gave it to me, could she?
‘I do hope he wasn’t too rough with you. The book I gave him from my recent travels should ensure you’re kept hearty and healthy for Varrik’s plans for you.’ She smiles. ‘But some of the practices in it do seem a bit ... barbaric.’
‘So I have you to thank for his newfound knowledge on how to treat human slaves?’ I bite out.
She looks surprised that I’ve spoken, and she steps closer to me so that she’s standing in front of me. She lifts my chin so that I’m looking into her eyes.
‘Of course,’ she says. ‘A happy human is a hearty human, after all.’
She steps back, and I try not to let her see my relief.
‘I’ll be seeing you againverysoon, swine,’ she murmurs, slapping my cheek just shy of painfully.
She swans out of the room, leaving me breathing heavily and my body quivering with pent-up fear that I hope she didn’t notice.
A little while later, a bath is brought, and I suppose I have Dane to thank for it. It's hot. It's been several days since I've been allowed to have one, so I take advantage. I wash my hair with the soap twice and I make sure every part of me is clean, scrubbing everywhere the healer touched me while I wonder what Fiana has in store for me.
Her parting words weren’t just a threat, they were a fact. She’s never been able to leave me be. The twisted enjoyment she takes from my misery won’t let her.
I should tell the others, but Fiana easily makes herself appear to be the victim. What if they took her word over mine like they always did before? What if they determined that I’m what humans are always proclaimed to be: deceitful and dishonest? What if Grey and Dane decided I wasn’t worth the trouble of helping me?
The thoughts have me in torment, and I chuckle mirthlessly. If Fiana knew what was going through my mind because of her, she’d rejoice. That’s probably why she came to see me so soon after arriving back in the fold. She’s begun her games in my head.
But they won’t end there.
He's in the room.I don't know how I know, but I’m sure of it. He doesn't say anything, but I watch with amusement as an invisible force unlaces my dress and touches my breasts. I don't say anything to him either as I'm urged backward onto the bed, and my legs are widened. I gasp when I feel his tongue doing much as Dane did this morning but in a far more gentle and unhurried way.
He brings me to a most enjoyable peak and, still not saying a word, gives me only a few moments to recover before he begins all over again.
When I attempt to move away, his hands lock my thighs to him, and try as I might, I can't escape his tongue. Over and over again, he makes me come for him. I lose count of the number of times he gives me pleasure without taking any for himself.
By the time he seems finished, he’s brought me to bliss so many times that I’m a quivering mess on the bed, boneless andsated. The little bud between my legs is so sensitive that I beg him to stop, pushing at his head with my hands feebly.
‘One more.’ Those are the first words he’s said to me, and his voice makes me come hard for a final time while his fingers curl within me and his tongue works a magick as potent as Dane’s conjures.
He still doesn't become visible, but he kisses me languidly, and I feel him line himself up with my entrance. He pushes into me slowly, his lips not leaving mine.
As he caresses me, it's odd to look down at myself and see the imprints of his hands on my body. See my limbs being manipulated, but not the one who's doing it. He takes me harder, and then he shudders above me, letting out a growl as he pulses within me. Our breath mingles and I surge up to capture his mouth with mine, bursting with more than just satisfaction, and it makes me hold him to me tightly, wishing that we could stay like this forever, that nothing else existed outside this room.
Afterward, he lays next to me on the bed. He holds me against him and finally lets me see him.
He gives me a smirk as I put my arms around him and try to forget what happened earlier with Dane and then the healer and then Fiana. I’ve been alone for the afternoon, my mind going around in circles and making me feel sick. I find that I want to tell him everything, but I can’t, those insidious thoughts from before silencing me as surely as a spell to keep me quiet would.
I’ll have to endure Fiana as I always have, with stoic resilience and hopes that she’ll have other things to occupy her creative malice besides me.
I clear my mind of her and think about the virile fae male who’s currently tracing small circles over my thigh as he nuzzles my neck like he can’t get enough of the feeling of his body against mine. I thread my fingers through his blond hair, and he closes his eyes on a groan.
