Page 85 of Royal Captive
“You just said you’d kill me,” I replied weakly, trying to press myself harder against the wall to put some space between us.
One hand cupped my face and traced the edge of my cheek, his lips ghosting over my eyelids.
“Fair is fair. You were considering telling Fennis that I was a traitor. If you try to kill me, it’s only fair I kill you. Now we are even, you see.”
It made sense in a really fucked up way.
“Take the mark off,” I pleaded instead. “I won’t tell Fennis. Why would I expose someone who is helping my cause? Ellis—”
“Will do whatever keeps his little princess safe,” Alihandro cut in. “And get rid of your mark? Are you sure? You haven’t even experienced the full range of its … effects.”
My lips parted and I inhaled a breath, but that was all I got before his stroking hand reached down and he pressed on the mark with the pad of his thumb while wrapping his other hand around my throat.
A jolt of hot, thick arousal hit me so hard I moaned. The hand around my throat went down, down, slipping under the neckline of my dress and fondling a breast. I pushed up against him automatically, wanting more.
“Easy, Princess. That isn’t all. Blood magick is something that’s forbidden, but I’ve been dabbling. Turns out it has nothing to do with what’s in your blood. It’s all about intent.”
His words sounded important, but it was so hard to focus.
Alihandro’s left hand stayed on my mark, but his lips replaced his other hand on my breast, biting down and sucking on my nipple. His right hand kept going, flipping under the hem of my dress and seeking the heat between my thighs.
I should stop him.
Instead, my legs spread automatically for him.
“Good girl,” he purred, stroking his way into my folds.
Oh, fuck.
Wetness soaked his fingers, and I closed my eyes, embarrassed but unable to say no.
“And if I did the magicks just right …” His voice was nothing but a hoarse whisper as he finger fucked me like a god, slowlyand methodically pushing in and sliding out, while deftly circling around that little nub at the top.
He clamped down on that nub and squeezed at the same moment that he pressed hard on the mark on my neck. His mouth covered mine to muffle my scream as I came harder than I ever had in my life, soaking his hand as I spilled my release down my legs and into my dress.
“Mmm. Gorgeous.”
He slipped his hand from me and eased me down to the ground, since there was no way I’d be standing on my own. My leg muscles were a quivering mess.
“Tasty, as well.”
He licked his hand clean while gazing straight at me, my mouth dry. Guilt, sleepy satisfaction, and confusion all whirled together in my chest.
“Get … away …” I managed, still trying to catch my breath from the best orgasm I’d had in my life while trying to not look like it.
He smacked his lips unapologetically. “Shyllon is coming. And your prince. Do try to pull yourself together. Shall I tell Fallon to suck him off so you’re all even?”
I lashed out half-heartedly with my fist, which he caught with a laugh. He gave my hand a kiss and a pat and leaned back, getting ready to watch the show.
Twenty-Eight
EVE
Ellis and the rest of the prisoners returned, though there was an odd heaviness to the air that made it clear something had happened. I didn’t get time to ask, because Shyllon and a female fae, who I assumed was the infamous Fallon (judging by how she was smirking at Ellis) appeared minutes after the other prisoners were squirreled away in their own cells.
I eyed the new female warily. This was the one who had hurt Ellis; who’d taken from him and tricked him.
Raped him, technically. It didn’t matter if the other times had been consensual. From what Ellis had told me, that first time hadn’t been.
