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If I can’t drink anymore, he could at least take me back to his place. I march out of the hall with confidence, even though I have no clue where I’m going. I open a door to a bathroom and see a couple making out.

“Oh, sorry,” I say before closing the door.

I walk further down and open another door. My jaw hits the floor. Woah. The lighting is dimmed and red, and the air smells sweet and full of . . . lust and need. My breath picks up. While the grand size of the chamber doesn’t faze me, the full-on orgy inside makes me pause. Bodies writhe everywhere in a tangle of flesh I can hardly separate, contorting as cries of unbridled ecstasy fill the air, and the participants indulge in their desires.

A man with curly brown hair is on his knees being thrust into by a man behind him. “Just like that Lukas, take every inch of me.” The man in the front grabs his locks soothingly while the one behind him slaps his ass hard enough to leave a handprint. The guy on all fours whimpers. “Shhh . . . You’re doing great.” His eyes say it all, he loves pleasing both men at the same time.

Instead of pulling away, I find myself drawn in, tempted to join the writhing bodies and give in to desire. One minute I’m by the door, the next, on my knees observing a threesome up close. A purple-haired female rides her male partner as a redhead looks on, pleasuring herself. The redhead notices me staring and smiles in invitation. As she leans in to kiss me deeply, for a fleeting moment, I imagine it’s Agent Cooper before me instead. How those plush lips would feel claiming mine. My skin burns, imagining his hands roaming my curves as we shed our restraint.

But no, we hate each other. He’s the man who accused me of murder and who apparently keeps a watchful eye on me at all times. I force the traitorous thoughts away and focus on the taste of the sweet Faerie alcohol on the redhead’s tongue. I just need more wine to scrub my mind clean of him again.

I slide between the two women and sit down. The couch is soft a cloud. The one with the purple hair pulls me away gently and brings her lips to mine, they’re so soft and plush. She follows the V of my dress with her index finger, and I shiver at the contact. She pulls my left sleeve down, and one of my tits bounces out with no effort. They were practically halfway out already. She reaches for my nipple with her hand, and I moan in her mouth.

My power wants to unleash itself here. It recognizes what this is. It’s letting me know it’ll be safe to feed here with all the lust that’s going on. It’s so thick in the air. I think subconsciously my mind brought me to this place. I was drawn to it. The one with purple hair pulls away. She looks at me and smirks before her head lowers, reaching to my nipple. I lean back onto the couch as she gently sucks on it, inhaling sharply at the sensation.

I’ve never done something like this before. I’ve always been too scared. Sex is a part of me, and I’ve been scared of accidentally sucking the life out of someone who didn’t deserve it, just like I did with Nick. The alcohol is making me either brave or foolish. The redhead gets up from the other side and stands in front of me, bringing her mouth close to mine again. She’s had another sip of that sweet wine, and I want to taste every last drop.

I open my eyes briefly as a man gets on his knees, pulling the woman’s legs apart. He sticks his tongue out and licks from the bottom of her pussy to the top. She shivers and cries out in pleasure into my mouth. I deepen the kiss, wanting more of her arousal.

My breasts are out on full display. I’m not sure when she took the other one out of the dress or if it fell out on its own. The one with the purple hair bites my nipple as she softly plays with the other one.

“I’m going to come,” the redhead whispers into my mouth. Seconds later, as she screams her release, I kiss her, drowning out her whimpers.

The redhead pulls away from me. It’s her turn to get on her knees. The man gets up, his cock on full display. He brings his dick to her lips, and she opens them, swallowing him whole. He isn’t gentle either, choking her every time he thrusts forward.

“I want to eat your pussy,” the woman with purple hair says, and I open my legs wider in invitation. Her eyes sparkle as she pulls my dress up.

The couch bounces slightly, but I pay no mind to whoever sits next to me. But the next words make me freeze.

“Oh, you wicked little Succubus,” someone whispers in my ear.

Shocked, I pull away from the woman and slowly face the other side of me.

It’s the king. He knows. The king knows.

The revelation terrifies me to my core. My heart pounds faster, my palms get sweaty. All I can think of is how he’s not going to let me leave Faerie.

Chapter 14

Zelyah

I’m out of breath, realizing that the one thing I tried really hard to avoid is now a huge possibility. If I can’t leave Faerie, then I’ll be used as a weapon. Or there’s a possibility that he may also try to kill me. I don’t think I’m more powerful than a Fae King, I’ve never really used my power to test out how strong I am.

I take a few breaths to calm down before speaking. I don’t want to give myself away. I fix my dress quickly. As soon as the king spoke, the people surrounding me, including the woman with the purple hair, left.

“Oh, what do you mean, King Roban?” I laugh nervously, and I hope he doesn’t pick up on it. I have to tread carefully. I don’t want to make any deals with this man. I’m still drunk and can’t function as well as I could sober, so there might be a huge possibility that I get the short end of the stick.

“You don’t have to hide, Zelyah.” How does he know my name? We haven’t been properly introduced. He picks up one of my copper locks and rubs it between his fingers before letting it fall.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” It’s a lame response, but my nerves are getting the best of me. One of my worst nightmares has come to life.

Suddenly this place becomes hot, and I need to leave. This is not where I want to talk to my captor’s father. I get up and start walking to the door. Maybe he’ll take the hint and let me go. I look for the nearest exit that leads me outside. I need the fresh air, and I hope the king gets distracted by something else.

Wrong. He’s close on my heels, walking beside me. Every time I stumble, he’s there to pick me up with quick swiftness and grace. One of the times I almost kissed the floor, I felt how muscular his body is. The man is well-built, stronger than I’d like.

I open a few doors and get nothing, only more people fucking. What the hell is this place? Is that all they do here?

“Where’s Agent Cooper?” I ask nervously, trying to change the conversation, hoping that I can find the sour patch before his dad tells him what I am—if he hasn’t already. Maybe he already knows. My hands grow sweaty just thinking about how he might already know about my deepest, darkest secret.

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