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Callen's other hand slips under me and his fingers find my clit, circling slowly. "Is this what you want?"

I nod frantically, my face pressed into the bed.

I feel the sting of another slap and the pleasure that comes from the pain and the warmth that spreads through my body makes me moan, wantonly. I grasp the bedsheets in my hands. His fingers flick over my clit in swift, teasing circles, building the intensity between my legs as I beg silently for more.

He deftly inserts two fingers deep within me, expertly curling them to maximize the sensations. I moan, the pleasure rapidly intensifying. His fingers skillfully stroke my inner most regions. Every movement is carefully calculated to induce maximum pleasure.

I arch my back, pressing into his fingers, seeking more contact; his fingers now slick with my arousal, glide effortlessly in and out of me. The sensations are overwhelming, building to a crescendo of pure bliss. My breath hitches and my whole body trembles in anticipation of the impending release.

"Come for me, Brigid," he commands.

And I do, waves of ecstasy crashing over me as Callen wrings every last drop of pleasure from my body.

I’m still shaking from my climax when I feel light kisses trailing up my thighs, over my ass, and up my back. Callen brushes the hair away from my face and kisses me lightly on my forehead.

“You should get some sleep.”

I nod, the after effects of the orgasm and the rich food and wine making me sleepy.

Callen pulls a thick, white duvet over my naked body, and I murmur my thanks to him, then hear the door lock shut as he leaves.

The next morning, I blink awake. The room is dark, the curtains closed tight against the cold light. My mouth tastes like wild berries.

I sit up slowly. The night comes back to me slowly—Callen’s touch, his kisses, the way he made me come undone. I’ve never done that with anyone, never thought in my wildest dreams that it would be something I actually enjoyed. I stretch and wiggle my toes with a smile, remembering every sensation.

Except—when I pull back the covers, I’m still fully clothed in the same outfit I wore to class. I’m even still wearing my shoes.

That fucker.

It was all just an illusion. A mirage in my mind.

But something else nags at me, just out of reach.

Then it hits me. Questions. Callen was asking questions. About Marius.

My stomach churns. “Fucking manipulative bastard." I throw a pillow across the room.

Everyone here has an agenda. Even Callen, it seems.

So stupid, Brigid.Of course you can’t trust the Fae prince. Ever read a fairy tale?

Trust no one, a voice whispers in my head. It sounds suspiciously like Marius.

I laugh bitterly. "As if I can trust him either." I lie back down, staring at the ceiling. I’ll stay here as long as I can before I have to face another day at Grimstone Academy.

Chapter 32

Callen

I sit at our usual table in the dining hall, an island of calm amid the bustling chaos of students. My eyes lock onto Brigid as she storms towards me, her face a thundercloud.

"You bastard," Brigid hisses. Her fists are clenched at her sides, knuckles white with fury. "You tricked me.”

I cock my head, feigning innocence. "Now, now, darling. That's quite an accusation. I merely offered you a drink. How was I to know you'd blabber on?" I force myself to smile, hiding how I really feel about what I did.

Brigid's eyes narrow to slits. "Cut the bullshit, Callen. You knew exactly what you were doing. What I want to know is why. I’ve never lied to you. You could have just asked me what you wanted to know."

I know she hasn’t. But that seed of doubt put there in my mind by Lochan, my closest friend, it festered. I needed to be sure.

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