Page 78 of Wicked Magik
Veylor pursed his lips and nodded. “That is kidnapping, Oryx. You have made her fall in love with her kidnapper. The humans call it Stockholm Syndrome. We call it the Fae Effect in this realm.” He pinched the bridge of his nose.
Yes, I knew what this Stockholm was. She told me.
“But she said she will stay; willingly stay.”
Not that I would ever give her a choice. I will do as I wish.
Veylor blew a harsh breath from his nose. “I understand you have feelings toward this female, but I need you to be aware.” Veylor stepped toward me and kneeled between my legs.
What is he doing?!
"You are mine, Oryx," he whispered, his voice like velvet. "You belong to me, body and soul."
I reared my head back, my horns hit the back of the sofa. The declaration caught me off guard.
The fur on my neck rose, my hearts pounded in my chest. Veylor's words echoed in my mind. Did I truly belong to him? Why come out with this now?
As he gazed up at me with a mix of determination and vulnerability in his eyes, I found myself unable to look away. His touch on my thigh sent a shiver down my spine, my cock hardened, awakening a primal urge within me that I didn't fully understand.
I thought I only cared for Vesper but now I was having feelings for Veylor too. Why? Is it because Vesper is here now?
As much as his words stirred something deep within me, a part of me rebelled against the idea. What would Vesper think? I don’t want to give her up, she was mine.
The pull, the desire to have them both was so strong.
Why should I have feelings for him?
A low growl rumbled in my chest as I gently pushed him away, rising from the ornate sofa. The fire crackled and popped in the hearth, sending a warm, flickering glow across the room. Shadows danced wildly on the walls, twisting and turning like restless spirits. I faced Veylor, my eyes narrowing and another growl escaping my lips, echoing the tension between us.
I loved Vesper, my pet. I would never let her go, she was mine. I took her and she gave me her heart. I want to give her everything.
Veylor had memories of the past, but I did not. He provided me with care for a few years as I adapted to this animalistic body, but then I was left to fend for myself. He hasn't done anything else to prove he genuinely cares.
I needed time… I looked away from him and covered my enlarged cock. My body wanted him, but my mind could not.
Veylor remained on his knees, gazing up at me with a look of anguish. His hands were placed on his thighs, and his hair was messy.
“Can you be with monster Oryx or can you not stand the idea of someone else touching me?”
Veylor’s mouth opened and closed. Tears welling up in his eyes. “I—”
"I'm this monster now!" I retorted. "I'm happy with who I am. There was a time when I felt lonely and sad, but now I have my pet who takes care of me. She talks with me, loves me. We play games, read together, and she feeds with her body! What have you ever done?"
Veylor fell back on his ass and blew out a breath.
"You only wanted me because someone else saw me… really saw me. She touched my soul, felt the warmth of my skin, and desired me for who I truly am, beyond my appearance! Is that what's bothering you?" I lashed my tail in agitation, the sharp tip swiping through the air until it collided with a small wooden table, sending it crashing to the ground. "Did you change my appearance out of jealousy? To ensure that no one else could ever claim me as theirs? But you made me so hideous that you couldn't look at me?"
Veylor gasped, “No! That isn’t at all how it is!” He stood and rushed toward me.
With a guttural growl, I sprang forward, muscles tense and eyes locked onto him. His eyes widened in surprise as he stumbled backward, arms flailing, before crashing onto the ground. Oddly, he made no attempt to summon his shadows for protection. Instead, he allowed me to pin him down, the force of my momentum pinning him firmly to the earth. I hovered overhim, my breath hot and ragged, and let out a fierce roar that echoed through the air, vibrating between us.
“You say you care for me, that I am yours? I need proof.” I murmured. “No more lies, secrets, don’t hide things from me and you will tell Vesper things too. She deserves to know what place this is as much as I do.”
Veylor nodded and swallowed.
“Then we will figure out this thing between us.” I pushed my heavy cock against his and ground into him. We both groaned, but I pulled away before he gained any satisfaction from it.
I stood on two legs and stepped away and headed to the door. I looked over my shoulder, one final glance at him. “Whatever I choose, Vesper stays. She’s accepted me for who I am. No memories, no beautiful fae body, but a monster.” My ears drooped impossibly lower. “She accepts me as I am. Not who I was.”
