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Azarn might very well punish me for not wearing the gown during the first of his so-called festivities, but I didn’t care.

No fae king would tell me what to wear and have me meekly obey.

Ever again, if I could help it.

Chapter 4

Leaf

The merciless sun scorched my skin as heat coiled in my stomach, and flames licked between my thighs, slowly teasing.

I released a moan of bliss, my body weightless and heels digging into rough tiles, seeking stability.

Was I back in Coridon?

With a gasp, I shifted my weight, leaning back on my elbows and opening my eyes. I squinted through soaring columns at a brilliant blue sky, then down at the golden head moving between my thighs. Naked, I reclined on the Coridon pavilion, hips over the edge and my legs draped over broad shoulders that seemed to hover in mid-air.

A warm mouth laved my flesh, strong fingers digging into my thighs, permitting no escape. I knew that wicked mouth. Remembered everything those cruel fingers had done to me.

Arrow.

No way.

This wasn’t happening. It had to be a dream. Only a dream.

As I wriggled away from him, dark wings flapped, blocking out the sun and blowing hair across my face.

“Please,” I said, another glide of his tongue sending shock waves through me.

Chaos reigned in my mind, my thoughts tumbling over each other. Was I begging for him to stop or continue forever?

“Keep still,” he rumbled, his voice drawing a moan from my lips as he forced me to lie back, warm fingers curling around my breast and pinching my nipple, his other hand pressing my stomach, holding me in place.

“Leaf,” he whispered against me, his voice a delicious vibration as he licked deeper.

I shuddered, pressing my heels into the hard muscles of his back and teetering on the edge of a powerful climax. A moment ago, I yearned to escape. Now, I’d murder him if he didn’t finish.

“Don’t stop,” I said, and his head lifted, silver eyes burning through mine. Lips glistening, he smiled, and my heart shattered all over again as my brain caught up, and I remembered what he was.

A liar.

A betrayer.

“Why did you do it?” I asked. “Why?”

Wings beating the air, he took a deep breath to answer. But then a female voice interrupted my dream, the tone too cold to belong to the Sayeeda.

“Get up,” she barked.

Fucking Esen.

Blinking sleep away, I scanned my surroundings.

The vision of Arrow and his golden pavilion dissolved with the dust motes swirling through the dull morning light of my current prison.

Oh, joy. I was a captive once again. Even in my dreams, how could I have forgotten?

Esen threw my bedcovers off. “If you want to visit your precious horse, then hurry up and get dressed. And I heard you moaning. What were you dreaming about?”

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