Page 42 of How To Tame A Trickster Fae

Besides, I’m curious to a fault.

“Stop making it sound so…” she sputters, trying to put a name to whatever it is she thinks I’m doing.

“Delicious?” I supply, winking outrageously.

She glares at me, and I file the expression away for later. Wren is proving to be even more fun than I imagined in my wildest daydreams.

Well, that’s not true, not entirely. I have a very vivid imagination.

“Risqué?” I press. “Intimidating? Delightful? Promising?”

“Illicit!” she snaps. She folds her arms across her chest, pressing her breasts up, and my gaze dips to the soft, round shape of them. A pale expanse of lightly freckled skin, the hollow dip of collarbones at her throat, and that smooth column of her neck.

Perfect for sinking teeth into.

“Illicit sounds like a fun place to start,” I drawl, then raise an eyebrow. “Is this your idea of a good time, then? I’m not usually into games of being dominated, but I suppose I can make an exception if that’s where your predilections lie.”

One of the witches holding the binding spell laughs quietly. Red, I think, from the way the color jangles against the others.

“I see why you like him,” the red witch says in a quiet, amused murmur.

“That is not, I do not like him, that’s not why we?—”

“Enough of the foreplay, Wren. Do you want to join me in here or am I meant to show you my fae parts as an exhibition?” I know full well that’s not why she’s put me in her silly bubble, but I can’t say I mind the way she screeches in outrage as I start to tug on the hem of my shirt.

“You don’t want me to strip down first? Alright, dealer’s choice, let me just?—”

Before I can whip my cock out, she stops me, her power ramming into me in a heady wave.

“I am bound to do your bidding,” I tell her drily.

She juts her chin out, the stubborn little thing, and pouts.

Pouts! As if I asked her to put me here.

I hold back a laugh, highly amused, but unwilling to irritate her further.

For the moment, at least.

“I insist you take me to find a vein of dragon sapphire and do your best to help me bring it safely back to my store, without subterfuge or ill will towards me.”

Out of all the things I thought my sweet golden witch would say, that was not among them.

She forced my hand.

Before I could trap her into going with me to beat the damnable dwarves to the dragon sapphire, she trapped me into going with her.

Stunned, I can only stare at her.

Blonde hair glows in the light of the magic sphere, shining and glossy and begging to be pulled while her mouth opens against mine. Green shoes in mint condition peek out from under a pair of linen trousers that reveal more than they conceal, a fact I like very much.

“You changed your hair,” I croak.

Her hand goes to the cascade of it before she remembers she’s supposed to be the one in charge and it falls away.

Too bad.

I’d like to see her touch herself.

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