Page 88 of Flirting with Darkness

She nods. She bats her lashes. She smiles. He completely misses the fear and rage in her eyes. He doesn’t know the tangy taste of the spell woven around her.

I let him take her away from the reunion, and walk to the shade of the trees in the forest where the rut has been set.

There is a rut in every fae home worthy of the name. Open to servants and lords alike, the rut is where we let go, shedding everything but the animalistic needs within ourselves.

Valdred needs the girl, though he fails to understand why.

I watch her wide, terrified eyes when she sees the two dozen men and women fucking in the clearing, some on their hands and knees, their clothing brushed aside until they reach their release, others settled on blankets and low stools.

Valdred is clueless, and she, resigned. I think part of her enjoys his kiss. Still she trembles, with both anger and anticipation.

A kinder man would stop this now. I lean back on the nearest tree and watch.

He takes his time. He wants her seduced and ready for him. Humans don’t have the strength or stamina of the folk, and the fool believes her to be just that. A pretty human girl excited to fuck a fairy prince.

He kisses her throat and her shoulder and brushes her clothes aside to wrap his mouth around her nipple as his finger slides between her legs.

Part of me considers if this is enough, but she’s still on the fence. The anger hasn’t won yet. So I let him guide her to her knees, and bring her pretty mouth to his groin.

The tinge of annoyance when he puts two fingers deep in her mouth is unexpected. I’ve never been one to dislike a show. I suppose the show’s less entertaining when it’s one of your friend’s child on her knees, against her wishes.

Morrigan would have had Valdred’s head on a silver platter for treating this girl like that. Yet, I can’t quite convince myself that I’m offended on her behalf.

He frees his cock, and I step out of the shadow.

A thousand years.

It has been a thousand years, and here she is.

The child I brought to Earth, eons ago, and waited for since.

And now she’s here.

And now she’smine.

13

DARINA

It’s not so bad. He’s not so bad. He’s charming, beautiful, and kinder than the rest. He treats me like I’m human—or fairy, I don’t know. A person with agency, someone he respects.

I’m not, though. I don’t have a choice, and it kills me.

Objectively, I know that if we’d met at Night Hall, I would likely have ended up on my knees, opening my mouth wide to take his cock after he kissed his way from my mouth to my breasts and made me come with his fingers.

Except it wouldn’t be here, in this strange place.

When Valdred asked me if I wanted to go to the rut, my stomach fell. I didn’t know where the rut was, but I knew the tone of his whisper. It’s the fairy equivalent of"Do you want to get out of here?"

The rut is a clearing in a nearby forest, where fairies go to fuck.

They don’t make love, they don’t make out—they screw each other like animals in front of everyone, on the floor, on low pillows, blankets and seats arranged on the wet moss, screaming and panting. I couldn’t hear or see anything before we reached it, but inside, the stench of sex, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh, and the sight of those people in various stages of undress, crawling as far as they can under each other’s skin, is overwhelming.

He guides me to my knees and opens his brown leather pants to reveal a cock so large I don’t think I can fit it in my mouth without choking, its curved tip pointing right at my lips.

I inch forward, ready to please, please, please, as Jaynus bid me, and Valdred slides two fingers past my lips. I lick them, staring straight into his amber eyes. From up close, they almost seem like liquid gold.

It’s not so bad at all. I’m sure he’ll make the entire ordeal good for me. I’ll look back and think that it was a good fuck.

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