Page 22 of Vicious Fates and Vast Futures
Bryn nods. “I understand your concern, my fellow compatriots. I will tell you that the Priestess is set upon immediately removing the bonds of indentured servitude and also disintegrating the immunity that the royal courts possess for basic crimes.”
Upon that rather unexpected declaration, four of the members sit back down. Two remain standing, however. One is the abcán, the other a leprechaun. I recognize the leprechaun as being one of the more radical of the group from around the time of the Mabon Bombing
Bryn turns towards them. “Are you certain you stand against this path, against splitting from the Upper Council if they choose outright rebellion against the US?”
His voice is soft, and among the many Fae in the room, only I pick up the menace dripping from it. Shit. My hand on my sword tightens.
Both of them nod, quiet and obviously on edge. The abcán starts to open his mouth, but suddenly blood blooms from his throat, a small throwing blade emerging from his neck. His instrument clangs to the floor, loud in the silence. My eyes swivel to the leprechaun, only to see a blade protruding from his neck as well. His hands scrabble at the hilt ineffectually.
No one in the room moves a muscle as the two Fae gag and choke on their own blood. The abcán collapses onto the floor while the leprechaun slumps back into his chair, dead.
My mate is a cold-blooded killer and I love it, even in all its shocking intensity.
Bryn holds a third small knife. “Any other objections?” he asks quietly.
When no one so much as breathes loudly, Bryn states, “Good. Then we are agreed.”
The silence is heavy. Bryn’s gaze takes in every member then he spins on his heel, stopping for a quiet word with Filib and Elen, before we follow him out into the sunlight.
THAT NIGHT, I COLLAPSEon the bed in the room we had rented at a tavern. I’m mentally exhausted. Without the clear and immediate danger to one of my mates, killing is hard for me. I had to remind myself repeatedly over the course of our afternoon chasing down rebels, who were all linked to the two dead council members, that they were a direct threat to Adi. To Bryn. And even Nairna. I will protect them, no questions asked. I will follow Bryn. No one will stand in the way of that.
My muscles slowly relax as I take the deep even breaths that En has been teaching me. The breeze blows in the open window, feeling delightful on my bare skin, and I hear the muffled noises of the city. The sound of the shower filters into the candlelit room and my eyes drift shut as I doze.
I jerk awake to Bryn straddling me.
My body responds immediately, my cock hardening where it is pinned between my stomach and his thigh.
“I need to fuck you, Ossy,” Bryn says quietly. “Will you yield control to me?”
I have the feeling he knows how hard I struggled today and wants to take my choices away. Make it so I don’t have to decide anything, so I feel at ease. He’s transparent as glass, once you understand him.
“Yes, Bryn,” I respond softly.
He pulls lube out from Goddess knows where and starts to stroke it onto his cock. I stare greedily. Without preamble, he’s got two fingers against me and I tense.
We haven’t had much penetrative sex. And not like this, I think, as I take in Bryn’s washboard abs where he kneelsbetween my thighs. I feel more self-conscious and vulnerable in this position, legs splayed and my cock dripping onto my belly. I just want to bury my face in the blankets and let him have his way with me until we both lose control.
But Bryn isn’t having any of that. He presses his fingers into me and my eyes close as I gasp.
“Metamour.” His tone is demanding and my eyes focus on him. “I want you to watch me as I fuck you.”
His words hit me hard and my cock jumps.
His fingers press further into me and my back arches without me intending it. “Such a sweet boy, Ossy,” he praises me.
His fingers piston in and out of my ass as my hips shift.
“Oh gods,” I gasp.
Bryn chuckles. “Saymyname, love. There are no gods here.”
“Fuck,” I respond, then, “Take me, Bryn. Fuck me. I need you inside me.”
He obliges quickly, lining his perfect cock up against me as I shiver at the feeling.
He presses his hips forwards as he whispers, “Easy. You can take me.” Another push into me and he pops past my ring of muscle. I groan in pain and Bryn, ever attentive, freezes.
“Look where we meet, love. Look at my cock burying inside you. Look at you taking me so well, metamour.”
