Page 69 of Given to the Fae
I nod vigorously, and he chuckles. ‘Let’s see.’
His tongue enters me, thick and hot, and he growls low.
‘So sweet.’
The tongue moves to my folds again, and I feel his finger slide slowly into me.
I whimper at the feel, how it stretches me a little and I hear him exclaim softly.
‘You’re so small,’ he murmurs. ‘I think just one or two tonight. We’ll work you up to taking my fist.’
My eyes fly open to see if he’s joking, but I don’t think he is.
‘Your fist?’ I whisper.
‘Not tonight,’ he promises, his finger working gently in me. He crooks it inside me, and I squeal, throwing my arm over my mouth to muffle the sound. His mouth is on me again, lickingand sucking, humming vibrations. His finger moves faster, pumping in and out of me, touching me in ways I’ve never dreamed of.
‘Find your pleasure. Come for me,’ he whispers, adding a second finger and driving it into me, my legs shake and my tummy spasms as I writhe under him.
I cry out behind my arm, biting it to stop my screams as sensation courses through me and leaves my limbs feeling weak and limp.
Morgan props himself up on his elbows and grins at me, his mouth wet. He offers me his fingers.
‘Clean them for me,’ he rumbles, but he says it like a question, not a command.
My mouth opens and my tongue flicks out to taste myself. His eyes soften and he licks his lips.
‘Are you going to...rut me now?’ I ask.
He blinks and I think I see anger. My brow furrows. He must not want me like that.
‘Who would? He like as not can’t get it up for so ugly a female,’ Warrior’s voice whispers inside my head.
I draw in a quick breath, tears prickling the corners of my eyes for reasons I don’t understand. But he doesn’t notice, already moving from the bed.
I draw my legs together and sit up, intending to leave him alone, but he waves a hand at me.
‘Stay,’ he says, drawing on a fresh shirt and climbing into the bed next to me with his breeches still on.
‘Sleep, Bryn,’ he murmurs, throwing an arm over me. ‘You’re safe here.’
More confused than ever, I turn away from him and let out a small squeak as he pulls me into him, my arse fitting against him snugly. I don’t mean to relax against him, but my sated body does just that. I can’t help myself as I close my eyes, and justbefore I succumb to sleep once more, I hear him whisper. ‘I’ll keep you safe, I promise.’
Morning seems to come quickly,and I’m woken by the sound of a door banging open. My eyes are wide and I’m on my feet immediately, ready to run for my life or get on my knees and beg for it.
But when I see Locke’s angry eyes, I wonder if there’s any point in doing either.
‘What is it?’ Morgan asks from the bed.
Locke glares at him and gives me a narrow eyed look. ‘What are you doing in here?’
‘I-I’m sorry, my lord.’ I stammer.
My stomach turns and twists and, for a moment, I’m afraid I’m going to be ill and my eyes dart around for a chamber pot. He swears under his breath, and takes my arm, pulling me from the room. Luckily the odd feeling in my belly begins to fade.
Locke stares at me, taking in every part of my appearance thoroughly.
‘Did he do anything you didn’t want?’ he finally asks.
