Page 61 of Brutal Fae King
“I would never lie to you,” he murmurs, those dark eyes resting on mine.
His presence still throbs through me. I’m panting lightly.
“Then start now,” I whisper. “Why do you want to destroy Faevea?”
“Destroy?” He smirks. “Is that the word you’ve been told? Destroy?”
“Yes.”
He tuts lightly and shakes his head.
“I told you they were liars… I want tochangeFaevea,” he answers.
“Really?” I say incredulously. “Definechange.”
“Well…” he purrs. “I want to change how things are run. Overthrow the Cruel King, bring the humans back into themainland of Faevea, and improve the living conditions of the average Faevean—just to name a few. I suppose to the pampered ilk in the castle, thatwouldbe“destroying Faevea”.It would be destroying their way of life, but I don’t think he should be allowed to slouch on a stolen throne whilst everyone else suffers under pestilence and war.”
“He’s… trying to fix those problems,” I murmur.
“Well, whether he’s incompetent or malicious, Faevea has suffered long enough,” Dralis declares. “Itneedsa change.”
“And Mischevil?” I ask. “What of your trickster god?”
Dralis flaps a dismissive hand.
“A means to an end,” he says. “After all, when you’re building an army against a king so shockingly cruel, you have to find advantage where you can.”
“Including the lost heir, right?” I ask.
“Of course,” Dralis says. “Youarethe rightful heir. Your will is what determines Faevea’s fate. Come on, Ebelor. What has he given you? Do you truly have faith he’s not just taking advantage of you, lying to your face, and using you?”
He leans even closer. My breath catches in my throat as I taste him in the air.
“I’dhave let you see your sister. I’d have let you walk freely from the start. I wouldn’t lie to you,” he purrs. “I’d give you anything—because I respect you. He doesn’t.”
I force myself away from those burning dark eyes.
“Well, you’re too late,” I say. “He bound me to him, remember?”
“You think we’d be having this conversation if I couldn’t change that?” Dralis murmurs.
“How?” I ask.
Suddenly, his lips press on mine. I gasp against his mouth, and he forces my mouth open. The softest touch of his tongue tangles on mine. A sharp shudder of pleasure ricochets through me.
He even tastes like Vicmar!
His mouth releases me, lips moving to my jaw and then to my neck. The smallest sting makes me cry out. Then, his lips are at my ear.
“See?” He chuckles darkly. “You’re an adulterous wife. If I remember correctly, he told you that any betrayal against him would kill you both. Another lie.”
“H-how do you know that?” My heart is hammering in my chest, stuttering my speech.
“I have my ways,” he purrs. “The point is that he lied even about the bonds of the spell. You’re not bonded like he told you.”
His hands rest on my hips. The arousal that spikes through me almost feels like pain. One hand drapes down to my inner thigh. The other crawls up my back and presses me into him. His lips plant kisses down my neck. The pleasure is crashing through me. I’m arching. I’m gasping. He starts grasping at me harder. His fingers sink into my skin, and he roughly pulls me into him.
“Let me take you,” he hisses in my ear. “Right here. Right now. And the bond’s broken. You’re free to do whatever you want… be with whoever you want.”
