Page 62 of Owned By the Fae
His eyes are almost hungry, and I can’t help but imagine him and Kal together. Their bodies intertwined with mine, their mouths and fingers and cocks driving my body to new heights.
I tense and come with a small cry, collapsing into the bed and hiding my mortification as Kallum calls me a good little slave and promises to release me again later.
I feel something covering me and open my eyes. It’s a blanket that’s warmer and thicker than the threadbare one that’s been on my bed since I was brought back. I glance at Dane.
‘Thank you,’ I whisper, wondering why he’s being kind to me.
He nods, his face still blank, and then he casts a look at Kallum.
‘We need to talk,’ he says.
‘What do you and I have to say to each other?’ Kallum asks, his eyes narrowing.
Dane snorts. ‘I don’t mean just you and I.’
He looks at me, and I sit up carefully, drawing my new, warm blanket around myself. It smells of Dane, I realize, and I burrow deeply into it.
Dane gestures to the chair by the fire where I see a dark blue dress warming.
‘Put on some clothes, Harbinger.’
I nod, glad that someone’s finally brought me something to wear, even if it’s him. Though I’m loathe to leave the comfort of my new bedspread, I do as he urges.
His eyes follow me as I leave the bed sans blanket and pick the dress off the back of the chair.
He looks angry as his eyes fall to my red arse.
‘Why do you hurt her?’ he snarls low at Kallum, his fists clenching at his sides.
Kallum snorts and opens his mouth to reply, but I get there first. ‘Because I ask him to,’ I say, staring into his eyes and daring him to judge me.
But he doesn’t. He just looks thoughtful, as if he’s working out some puzzle.
‘Why doyou?’ Kallum asks, and I’m gratified by Dane’s slight wince.
I inspect the dress Dane has brought. The cloth is thick and soft. The sleeves are long. It’s made for winter. It’s also of good quality. My nose wrinkles as a thought crosses my mind, unwelcome for a myriad of reasons.
‘This isn’t Fiana’s, is it?’
Dane’s jaw ticks. ‘As if your body and hers are comparable,’ he sneers.
I don’t let myself feel insulted by his words or his tone. I’m just glad that he’s not trying to give me something of that cunt’s. It’d probably burn off my flesh or something.
I put it on. It fits like a glove as if it was made for me, and at my questioning look, Dane rolls his eyes.
‘I purchased it from a fae female whose shape is similar to yours.’
He’s lying. There are no fae females here who look like me. They’re all taller and much lither. But I pretend I believe him as I wonder where he got it from.
‘Thank you,’ I say. ‘It’s very … warm.’
I draw my hands down the soft velvet bodice, and then I lace it up the front, ignoring both sets of eyes that follow my movements.
I sit at the table.
‘You want to speak about something?’ I ask Dane, and he lets out a breath.
‘I brought you one last thing,’ he says, drawing out a stoppered bottle. ‘It’s the tea I gave you after Kallum sold you to that demon.’ He looks pointedly at Kal, who ignores him.
