Page 82 of Given to the Fae
‘How are you feeling?’
‘Better now, but it comes back. It keeps coming back.’ She sounds close to tears again.
‘I know,’ I say soothingly. ‘But I have to ask this now. You’ve been with others, haven’t you?’
She looks at me blankly.
‘Bulls?’
She gives me a pained look. ‘Only once. Ogdan put me in the block. They had a bull... They told him to use his hand on himself and only to put it in to seed me. He did and then...’
‘Then?’ Morgan asks.
‘He was killed, and the seed didn’t take. But they didn’t want to risk another, so they never did it again.’
‘They killed the bull?’ I ask, confused as to why they’d do such a thing when bulls are so prized.
But she doesn’t answer, her eyes going hazy and unfocused again.
Gods, no wonder she hates the block. I clench my jaw, hating this mission, hating myself for my part in her misery. We need to succeed. This can’t all be for nothing.
‘Here.’ Jak thrusts a steaming mug at me. ‘I’ve cooled it. It won’t burn her.’
Morgan hefts her up to sitting and makes her drink with promises of doing whatever she wants afterward. She finally drinks and we all wait to see if it helps. But the sun goes down and her cries become so plaintive that listening to her is its own brand of torture.
‘One of us needs to do it,’ Jak says. ‘The tea hasn’t helped.’
‘One of us?’ Morgan growls.
I roll my eyes. ‘How do you propose we decide? Straws?’ I sneer.
Jak sighs. ‘No.’
‘I’ll do it,’ Morgan says. ‘She wanted me to last night, but I...’
‘I’ve seen your cock, Mount Morgan. It’s too big. You heard what she said. She’s barely experienced in the ways of males.’ I glance at Jak. ‘You do it.’
He looks shocked. ‘Me? Why?’
I shrug. ‘You’re not sobig.’
His eyes narrow. ‘Are you saying my cock issmall?’
‘No, not small. Just...in relative terms, compared to Morgan and me, you’re the smallest out of all of us.’
Jak shakes his head and mumbles something.
‘If you can’t do it,’ I begin, but he gives me a venomous look.
‘Now you think my cockdoesn’t work?’
‘No,’ Morgan cuts in, ‘but you haven’t spent much time with her...and she’s human...and?—’
‘I don’t have a problem with humans!’
‘That’s not what we’re saying. But you’re?—’
‘Gods,’ Jak snarls. ‘I don’t have a problem with Bryn, and neither does my cock!’
