Page 38 of Trapped to Tame
His fingers found the place the Bull would twist and pinch to cause her pain and she tensed, but instead his fingers moved over it gently and her eyes widened as she couldn’t help the moan that burst from her.
His fingers rubbed and played, all the while his eyes bore into her intently, watching her reactions to his touch. She hated it because she liked what he was doing and he knew it, which made the humiliation of it practically unbearable.
The other two were staring too, seeing what Priest could do to her. A high-pitched sound came from her, the likes of which she’d never made before. The heel of his hand pressed against her while two of his fingers entered her, easing inside, and making her wince as they stretched her. His fingers began moving expertly, making pleasure crest and ebb inside her, pleasure she hadn’t known existed until she’d met these men.
She tried to scramble back, but he hooked them inside her, holding her in place while he punished her.
‘Take it, female,’ he growled low. ‘Let the others watch you come on my fingers. Let them see how easy it was for me to bring you to your release.Now.’
She cried out as it happened, making her legs feel like jelly and her hips undulate against his hand, riding it as she whimpered in ecstasy.
When the sensations had run their course, he removed his fingers from her and smirked.
‘Thank me,’ he said softly, and she forced herself to meet his eyes.
‘Thank you,’ Eve whispered, her cheeks burning. She wished she could sink into the floor.
‘Good girl,’ he said softly, licking his fingers.
She gasped at the warmth that coiled within her at those words, so different from the horrible things he usually said to her. She knew the shock was etched in her face as he looked her up and down before turning away and going back to his bedroll, the others doing the same – as if all this were commonplace.
She went to her own bed and lay down, at war with herself. What was happening to her? What were these fae doing to her?
* * *
Fie
The female was subdued today,plodding along on her horse in front of him. Her shoulders were slumped, and her gaze had an unfocused look to it. His brow furrowed. Was she becoming ill? Drax and Priest hadn't seemed to notice. They were still angry with her for what had happened last night, but as far as he was concerned, she’d taken her punishment and that was the end of it. That was the Brothers’ way, after all. And what a punishment it had been to watch. The way she’d responded to Priest had left him so hard he’d had to take a walk this morning before they broke camp to see to his needs. Even thinking of it now had him shifting on his horse’s back. She might be the daughter of their worst enemy, but Fie was starting not to care.
He conceded that perhaps his Brothers were angrier that they hadn't realized that she had left the cave, whereas Fie had.
Things hadn't used to be like this when they were first a unit. They had been content with each having the skills they were best at. Fie was best at infiltrating an enemy, getting people to talk to him … by any means. Priest could conjure much better than both he and Drax. And Drax, though they were all skilled fighters, was superior in skill as well as the best strategist. But with the infighting, with both Priest and Drax vying for the position of leadership, the unit was suffering. It was making them weak, but neither of his Brothers seemed to be able to see it.
Fie brought his horse up next to the female and caught her eye.
‘Your riding is improving,’ he said conversationally.
Her cheeks reddened and she avoided his eyes, but he noticed that she brightened at his words, though she tried to hide it. He wondered if he could get her to smile for him.
The forest had given way to windswept plains and soon they would reach the edge where the land met the sea. This part of the realm was a barren wasteland that looked more Dark Realm than Light Realm in his opinion, but the advantage was that they'd be able to see any enemies approaching them for there was nothing at all to conceal them. They could all let their guards down for a few moments at least.
Fie decided to take this time to educate her further on riding. After all, in another life,thesehad been the skills he’d been known for.
He slid both his legs to one side of the horse, sitting on its back as he would a chair and saw that her attention was already riveted on him. He gave her a wink and grinned at her surprise. She had not seen this playful side of him, and he could see that she didn't know what to make of his antics.
Jumping onto the horse's back with his feet, he balanced, taking the reins, and urging his mount into a gallop. At speed, he flipped his body so that he was on his hands, landing gracefully on the road behind the horse. He whistled for the great beast to turn back, and he grabbed the reins again as the horse galloped by, throwing himself back onto his back, and slowing him.
Before he got to his Brothers and the female, he grinned at her again and found she was smiling wide, entertained. Even his Brothers were shaking their heads in amusement.
‘Gods,’ Priest said. ‘Don't teach her any of that. The poor female will break her neck.’
Fie gave Priest a half-smile. He couldn't remember the last time Priest had had a light-hearted word to say, but it had been a long time ago, probably before they’d been stuck in Kitore.
Now, Priest commanded the female’s attention, telling her to close her eyes, and murmuring to her about mind journeys. Priest was trying hard to help her find her power, but Fie wondered if the female was too small and weak to have any real fae magick within her. All they had to go on were Drax’s vague visions, dreams that came to him in the deepest, darkest nights, feelings in his gut.
Fie hadn't seen one iota of magick in this female. In truth, if it wasn’t for her scent, he’d have wondered if she was part fae at all for she displayed almost none of the characteristics. She was not tall, nor lithe. She was painfully thin, though, granted, she was already filling out. But her eyes were not violet either though she had no glamor upon her. Her ears were slightly pointed he supposed, but he’d seen other such traits in humans before. Her strength was the only tell-tale sign. That, he conceded, was fae.
They didn't stop during the day, but again they plied the female with meat. Fie noticed that she was making an effort not to tear at it like an animal, nibbling on it slowly. Had her appetite finally abated or had Priest’s constant set-downs finally struck home?
