Page 105 of Trapped to Tame
‘Are you sure about this?’ Fie asked Priest quietly.
He didn’t think she could hear him, but her fae senses were getting better all the time.
‘I’ve fought her more than once,’ Priest breathed,’ and I know how excited it made her.’
‘Unless you don’t think you can win,’ Priest said more loudly to her. ‘After all, you’ve never beaten one of us, have you, Eve?’
Her eyes narrowed at his challenge, and she walked to the middle of the circle, readying herself.
Priest said a word that Eve now knew meant ‘silence’ in the oldest of the fae tongues, so that none of the neighbors would hear anything, she expected.
All three of them shucked their tunics, roiling up their shirt sleeves and getting rid of their weapons.
They advanced on her and her breathing quickened, her skin prickling. She shivered, but it wasn’t in fear. This felt so different than it had before when she used to enter the rings. She was anticipating it, excited by the three fae males who, she’d noticed, had let their glamors down.
They came closer and she felt like a bird trapped in a cage, but she stood her ground, a smile breaking free as she hit Drax square in the jaw and he staggered back.
‘Our Fourth has gotten stronger,’ he commented, rubbing where she’d struck him.
They closed in, all three of them coming for her at once. She was able to beat them back, but Priest lunged at her. Fie took advantage of her diverted attention, getting behind her and pinning her arms back. She used them as leverage to kick Priest in the chest.
He fell back with a laugh, and she grinned. This fight was unlike any other she'd ever been in, and she was loving every moment of it.
She found herself held in place by Fie and no matter how much she struggled, he had her arms in a lock she couldn’t get out of.
Drax and Priest came for her together this time, each grabbing a leg as she tried the same move again.
They crowded in front of her. Their heights and their broad bodies that might once have intimidated her in the ring now made her feel something completely different.
‘You see?’ Priest smirked, glancing at the two others, his nostrils flaring. ‘I told you, she would enjoy it.’
His knuckles grazed down her cheek and he gripped her throat. Her breathing hitched, her eyes widening for a moment as she was assailed by memories of him doing the same to make her conjure, of the Bull in the pits.
Regret passed over his features and his hand caressed her neck gently instead of squeezing. Leaning into her, he put his cheek against hers.
‘It's us,’ he murmured. ‘You have nothing to fear, my love.’
And she nodded jerkily. It wouldn’t be like it had been when she lost to the Bull. Never again. He brushed his lips against hers and she could tell that he was hungry for more. Her shirt was unlaced and ripped away, leaving her in her chemise and breeches, shivering slightly, but not from fear nor from cold. Excitement flowed through her veins, making her bold.
She bit her lip, wondering what they would do next while she was at their mercies, but then she felt Fie’s arms slacken and she grinned at Priest, kissing him, and catching his lip between her teeth. She nipped hard and he jerked back with a sound of disbelief as she twisted from their grasps.
Looking back, she gave them a wink, her grin widening as she opened a small portal in front of her. She jumped through and it closed immediately. She appeared in the house. She could see them from the back door, cursing at themselves and each other. She laughed loudly as she ran through the kitchens.
She heard them giving chase as she ran up the stairs to Fie’s chamber. She sank down and rolled under his grand bed, stilling her breathing as she heard their footsteps pounding through the house as they searched for her.
The door to Fie’s room was flung open, and three sets of boots stomped in.
‘We know you’re in here, Fourth,’ sang Drax. ‘We can smell how wet our little games have made you.’
‘Come out, come out, little rabbit,’ Priest muttered.
Eve struggled to contain the excited giggles that bubbled up from her throat, but knew she’d failed when a meaty hand grabbed her booted ankle and dragged her out from underneath.
She shrieked as she was pinned down on her back, beginning to struggle. She almost couldn’t help herself. She’d not go down without a fight.
But then Fie’s voice said in her ear, ‘You will not move.’
She gasped as she looked at him, arousal warring with apprehension. He hadn't used compulsion on her before, but she couldn’t not do as he told her.
