Page 83 of Owned By the Fae
‘I've heard she's housed just across the hall.’
‘Yes,’ I say, wondering why she cares where the Harbinger’s room is.
‘Good. I'm glad she's safe behind the keep’s walls,’ she says. ‘Poor Varrik was beside himself when she set that fire and ran off. He was so worried.’
‘Yes,’ I say a bit stiffly. ‘I remember.’
Although I don’t recall his worry, only his fury that she’d escaped him.
She comes to me with an easy smile. ‘I'm sorry if I seem a bit off. I'm very tired. I've been gone for several months, and it’s been a bit taxing.’
I cup her face with my hand gently. ‘There's nothing to apologize for,’ I say. ‘I've missed you so much. There were times when only my thoughts of you kept me going. You saved my life out in the Wilds. If not for you, I doubt any of us would have come home.’
She cants head and smiles at me. ‘There'll be a banquet later to celebrate my successful mission and my return. You'll come?’
‘You need ask?’ I grin. ‘Of course!’
She kisses my cheek. ‘I can't wait to see you there, but for now, I need some rest.’
‘I could lay with you,’ I offer.
‘Perhaps another time,’ she says with a smile and a twinkle in her eye. ‘I don’t remember getting much rest with you in that bed.’
I chuckle. ‘Perhaps you’re right. I’ll go, my love.’
I kiss her lips chastely and leave the room, trying to ignore a vague sense that I’m being managed and dismissed.
I glance toward the Harbinger’s room. It's already mid-morning, and I haven’t seeded her once yet. I look back at Fiana’s closed door uncertainly. I'll need to do it now.
I ignore the guard, and, as I enter the cold chamber, I realize I’ve neglected to ask for someone to re-light Lia’s fire and bring her some food in the excitement of Fiana’s return. Feeling like a cunt, I look back at the guard at the door, who’s studiously ignoring me while he surreptitiously stares at the Harbinger. I bark the orders to him, making him jump before he rushes off to do as I bid him.
Inside the room, the Harbinger sits by the empty hearth with a blanket around her shoulders, and my jaw tenses. I need to take better care of her. I also still need to speak to Varrik about her treatment.
As I move closer to her, she stands up slowly.
‘Fiana’s back?’ she asks.
I nod, and she gives me a wan smile.
‘I'm glad that you've been reunited with your love,’ she says, and it actually sounds like she means it.
‘Thank you,’ I say, managing to remain impassive.
She looks a little bit surprised that I’m here. Perhaps she thought that now that Fiana is back, I wouldn't be doing as Varrik ordered.
‘Where?’ she asks quietly.
I stare at her, and I find I want to get this done as quickly as possible.
‘Bend over the table.’
Her shoulders slump a little as she does what I say.
What does she expect from me?
A bit angrily, I hike up her dress, the one that I gave her. I try to forget how beautiful I think she looks in it as I use my fingers to make sure she's ready. I bite back a curse when I find she's not, and I sink down to put my mouth on her because I already know it's the fastest way with her.
She grips the table and moans beneath me as I feast on her cunt quickly. Methodically. The way she likes it. I try not to think about anything else. This is … just orders.
