Page 139 of Owned By the Fae
Dane leads us to the first chamber, where I find two of the large beds pushed together so that we can all sleep in one.
Kallum lies back in the bed, settling me down over his hips while Grey moves behind us.
He caresses my shoulders and down my back before pulling my cheeks wide and slipping his fingers into me again.
I whimper in pleasure, and he growls. ‘I’m going to fuck your tight little arse now, my mate.’
He doesn’t move, and I realize he’s waiting for my permission, so I nod vigorously.
‘Please,’ I whisper, not above begging. ‘I need you.’
I feel his smile as I look over to see Dane watching us from a chair close by. He makes no move to join us, and I decide that I want him to with a desperation that surprises me.
But I say nothing as our eyes lock, and Grey begins to thrust into me gently.
I groan, my body full and needy as I grind down on Kal’s cock, and I hear him hiss beneath me.
And then they’re moving. It’s slow and soft, and I love the feel of them surrounding me, making me feel safe and cared for. But all too soon, I’m writhing and pleading for more.
‘Isn’t this enough for our greedy little slave?’ Grey asks from behind me, and my eyes widen at his gravelly tone. ‘Do you need more?’
I nod. ‘Please.’
Kallum sits up, pulling me closer and sucking on my nipples. He bites them gently, and Grey begins to slam into me, making me take Kallum deeper.
I whimper between them as they begin to move roughly, their thrusts hard and fast, and I break over them suddenly with a loud scream, shuddering as they both release their seeds deep into my body.
Kallum collapses back on the bed, and I follow him, resting on his muscled chest as Grey eases out of me. A moment later, Ifeel him cleaning me before he throws himself down next to us, breathless and grinning.
My eyes find Dane still sitting in the chair, his knuckles white as he grips it tightly.
I beckon him, and he nods, making his way around the bed. He covers us with a thick blanket and slides in next to Kallum, whose eyes are already closed.
Sighing deeply, I find Dane’s hand and interlock my fingers with his as I drift into a deep slumber.
I open my eyes.It’s still night, and the light of the moon is casting dark, foreboding shadows everywhere. I feel one of my males next to me, but I realize that at some point, I must have rolled off Kallum because I’m tucked into Dane’s side, and I’m now at the edge of the bed instead of in the middle.
What's woken me? I don't know. Everything is oddly silent.
I’m thirsty.
I feel a prickling awareness, much like I did in the village, and the Harbinger rises slowly, ready to help me should I need it. I carefully get out of bed, wondering if I had a bad dream that I can’t recall, and that’s why I’m so jumpy.
The others remain slumbering as I make my way into the main room to find some water.
As I enter the main room, the feeling intensifies. I try not to be afraid. The Harbinger is with me, and it will do whatever needs to be done.
But there's nothing there. I shake my head. I'm being foolish, being afraid of shadows like a child. I find the jug of water and pour myself a cup, drinking it all, and then I turn back to return to bed.
I gasp as I feel a cold blade at my throat. Did one of the Skilled recognize me? Did they somehow escape the wards and find me to kill me?
I hear a whisper in my ear that makes my blood freeze in my veins.
‘Did you think it would be so easy to get rid of me?’
The Harbinger releases its power as soon as it hears Varrik’s voice, but he just chuckles low.
‘I didn't last this long by being a fool,’ he murmurs. ‘Now, you're going to be a very quiet little human, aren’t you, Thalia? Or do I have to kill the fae males you’ve coerced into protecting you?’
