Page 46 of Vicious Fates and Vast Futures
Welp, there goes this pair of panties. I’m soaked and ready at those words. But before I can answer, Bryn returns.
Osmund growls in frustration.
“It’s Maja.”
“Fuck.” I’m ready to be bent over right now, not to politick.
“I’ll take your place, birdie,” En says, smirking.
Ossy and I both groan in need and my eyes flit between the two.
“Come,” Bryn commands.
“Someone will be,” Ossy mutters as he crosses the room to En.
Fuck, I need this traitor and throne business behind me. Just as much as I need Ossy behind me, I think sourly.
Bryn pulls me to my reception room where Maja is waiting on my call mirror with an annoyed look on her face.
I cross my arms under my breasts. I don’t need her attitude too. I realize I don’t cut much of an imposing figure in my green tank top and pajama shorts, but I’ll have to make do. I feel my annoyance and denied need and let my magic curl up and release.
Maja’s eyes widen but she doesn’t dip in the air as her moth wings flap slowly.
“Nice of you to join me, Princess.”
“Did you have a purpose for this call, Maja?”
“I have the name of your traitor. The one that approached my queen for assistance in murdering you and yours. The one responsible for your aunt being present at the Mabon Bombing.”
My eyes flick to Bryn. I’m surprised he’s not sharpening a blade to get ready.
“I’m all ears.”
Maja makes a face. “I want yourwordyou won’t go to Gitta with my position in the EA.”
“Do you think my word is worth anything?” I ask tartly.
She studies me for a moment, looking surprised.
“Yes, I do, Princess. Word of your actions, and those of your lovers, have reached our FEC. Others as well. So,” she huffs, “give me your word and I’ll give you the name.”
“You have my word, Maja the godmother fairy and head of FEC1’s EA, that I, and my mates, will not reveal your role, name, or any identifying details to Queen Gitta or any of her agents.”
“It’s Princess Olwyn.” And she blanks the mirror with a shit-eating grin on her face.
What? How? How is she—
My body hits the wall. I just manage to get my hands up in time to protect my face. It’s Bryn. I don’t know what emotions I was letting down our bond, but he’s apparently decided the solution is to dick me down.
I’m game.
Bryn reaches up the leg of the shorts and pulls my panties down, leaving them rolled up partially down my thighs. He tugs my loose shorts to the side and shoves two fingers inside me, going right for my g-spot. I squeal and my hips buck, pressing back into him.
“That’s right. My girl needs this cock, doesn’t she? You need me buried in that cunt of mine, don’t you?”
I whimper assent as he strums my g-spot harder. Abruptly, he pulls his fingers out, though his other hand, which is on the back of my neck holding my face against the wall next to the mirror, doesn’t move.
Suddenly the head of his cock is against me and he rubs it up and down, getting himself wet. Then he’s shoving himself inside me and the force of it, the stretch, the energy and magic humming between us, makes me explode. My breath stops for several heartbeats before I can feel my body again as my orgasm passes. I relax and hear Bryn’s satisfied chuckle as he growls in my ear, “You didn’t ask, my heart.”
