Page 112 of Owned By the Fae
‘Your punishment will be to watch us when we do this and be unable to join us,’ Kallum continues. ‘And you’ll endure any other penalty she decides as well.’
Lia’s eyes drift shut and her body bows. Kal’s lips close over hers, muffling the squeals of her release as Grey’s tongue remains on her, tasting her as she comes.
Her sated gaze finds me again when her pleasure ebbs.
‘And you agree?’ I ask.
She nods.
Grey turns back to look at me, wiping his mouth as he rises over her. He winks. ‘It was her idea.’
My brows rise, but she’s no longer looking at me; instead, her focus is on Grey, who’s sinking into her slowly, making her whimper and moan as she spreads her legs wider for him.
Her sounds of delight and of need have me gritting my teeth, wishing that I could join them. But I will endure her penance, I’ll endure whatever she deems necessary if it means that one day she’ll forgive me, that she’ll allow me to be with her and the others to raise the babe together.
I want to be there, I realize. I want to go to the Light Realm with them. I want to be a family. I am hers, and it's time I started acting like it.
I glance at the mirror. I’ve been trying to make the spying conjure work on it for days. Since Fiana returned. I haven’t trusted her with Lia, I suddenly comprehend. I’ve been wanting to keep an eye on her, but my mind has been so jumbled since she arrived. I freeze. Could Fiana have been working conjures on me over the past days? Would I know if she had?
I shake the thoughts away for now. The spying conjure has failed both times I tried, and I haven’t been able to figure out why. I stare at it, trying to understand why it hasn’t been showing me anything. Other magick I’ve used in the keep has worked without a problem, so why hasn’t this?
I mutter the incantation I used in Rondorai, trying to figure out what I did wrong. It worked fine in that tiny room, so what is it about this that’s different?
I’m dimly aware of what the others are doing, of their groans and whimpers, and that Grey and Kal have switched places, but I ignore them for now. Instead, I stand and pace the room as I wrack my brain for the reason the conjure wouldn't have taken, but there’s nothing. It should be working even now. The conjure is on it. I can feel it. It just isn’t making it to the small looking glass I keep at my belt.
I look out of the window as I think. It’s still dark, but any moment now, the first rays of the sun will peek over the hills and I’ll see it shimmer on the wards surrounding the keep just for a second like spider’s silk.
I stop in my tracks.The wards.
The makings of the spying conjure and the ones used to create the wards aren’t much different from one another and Varrik has so many on the keep. Could they be somehow interfering with my spell? I consider it seriously. It’s possible. More than possible. There must be dozens of layers of wards, and they’re all Varrik’s magick, not mine. They could easily be thwarting my power if not compensated for.
I close my eyes and sense the conjures I put on the mirror before. I remove them both, and then I remake them, weaving them into Varrik’s wards at various points, integrating them so that they stop working against my magick.
When I open my eyes, I surreptitiously take out the tiny mirror and peer at it. I see myself through it looking at the tiny mirror and can’t help the burst of elation that I’ve fixed the problem.
We’re leaving here today, but Lia won’t be unprotected while she’s left alone.
I glance up and see Kal find his release, pumping his seed deep into the female who's pregnant with my babe. Though I wish that things had happened in a different way, I find that I'm not upset by the result. I've always wanted a family, I just always assumed it would be with Fiana, thanks to her deceits.
I watch the end of the show in front of me.
Kallum stays poised over her as Grey presses kisses down her body, suckling at her teats.
‘Come for us again, my little slave,’ Kal growls low, and her breath hitches at his words.
His fingers drift to where he’s still fit snugly against her, and his fingers move between them, making her buck under them.
Grey drags his elongated teeth down her neck, making her scream, and she comes hard, her legs shaking and her hand curling into fists in his hair.
I take in the sight, committing it to memory, and finally look away to the window. I see that the sun has risen. It’s late enough for the keep to be stirring.
‘I'm going to leave now,’ I say quietly. ‘The keep will be awake soon.She’llbe here soon.’
I glance at the mirror, inordinately glad that it’s working. Anger rises in me. I had no idea that Fiana was coming here after I left and clearly tormenting Lia when I was none the wiser.
I exit the room and go to my own, taking up the small handheld mirror again to make doubly sure that it works as I take a bag of salt out from under my bed and make a circle with it on the floor.
I watch in the mirror as Dane and Grey get up, get dressed, and go to the corner by the bed. They disappear. Lia doesn’t move, but I can hear her talking to them, telling them not to make noise and not to show themselves no matter what happens. I feel trepidation take hold in my belly, but the others are there, I reason. She’s safe for now.
