Page 46 of The Maleficent Faerie
Dazed, I lift one trembling hand and reach for her. My palm lands on one smooth cheek of her ass, and I don’t move it. And she doesn’t make me.
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I don’t regret it. It was glorious.
I want to do it again. I’ll take longer next time, explore him more thoroughly. He’s just as good as I thought he’d be.
Usually, after fucking someone, I take a tonic to prevent pregnancy. Fortunately there’s no chance of my getting pregnant unless he’s in heat—which, for Fae in this realm, happens once every five years or so.
Turning my head so my cheek is pressed to his huge feathers, I murmur, “You’re not in heat, are you?”
“No.”
“And how soon can you get hard again?”
He chuckles, a note of surprise in the sound. “I thought you might be wracked by guilt.”
“For giving myself what I need, what I deserve? Of course not.”
“I can get hard within minutes,” he says, low. “But I revoke my consent. You may not use me again unless you unchain me first.”
“What?” I sit bolt upright. My tone is half anger, half humor, because honestly, I’m in a fucking good mood, all things considered. I’m still rather drunk and I just had two very nice orgasms. “You said I could use you anytime. You liar. You dick-headed, shit-sucking, bull’s asshole.”
He smirks and cocks an eyebrow at me. “Harsh words, little viper.”
I chew my lip, eyeing the cuff around his right wrist. Chaining him was a rebellious move on my part; I expected him to magic himself free the next instant. In the half-gloom of the chamber, I didn’t even notice the cuff was bluesteel until I clamped it on him.
There’s no permanent gain to be had by keeping him locked up here, unless I really do intend to kill him—which, let’s face it—I can’t.
Genla’s voice in my head:Selfish girl. You’re being stupid and weak. Don’t you know what others have sacrificed so you could live in comfort and safety?
Her words, vented in anger so many times, hold a different meaning now. What would my true parents have said if they knew how she spoke to me in her rages?
Would they have cared?
I want to stop thinking about her, about all of them. And while I was playing with the Void King, I wasn’t thinking about anything but his body. The way he made me feel.
I need more of him. “You said your room adjoins this one?”
The question is a candid admission that I want to fuck him again. He grins lazily, and I give one of his biggest feathers a vengeful yank.
“Ow!” He shoots me a glare of rebuke. “Yes, the door over there leads to my chamber. You should find the key to the shackles lying around somewhere.”
I climb off the bed and scan my room until I locate the nightdress he said I might find. It’s a thick, serviceable garment. I slip it over my head, in case I encounter someone on my mission to find the key.
I step into the adjoining room and close the door behind me. A massive canopy bed dominates the space, its thick black curtains patterned with gray swirls. The King’s saddlebags are draped over a heavy wooden chair. All the furnishings in this place have a ponderous, practical look.
A few candles burn in a dish on the bedside table, and their light glimmers on a small key lying nearby.
As I snatch up the key, there’s a knock at the door to the King’s chamber. A moment later the door swings open, and Kyan fills the entrance. He’s holding a broom.
I palm the key so he won’t see it. “What are you doing in here?”
“The King told Ember and me to sweep all the rooms in the Chapel,” he says gruffly. “Why areyouin here? This is the King’s room.”
“And you thought you’d just come in? What if he was sleeping?”
“He said to sweepallthe rooms,” Kyan repeats, frowning. “Where is he?”
