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CHAPTER6
LILA
Ihad just given a hot as hell fae a hand job, and it was the sexiest thing ever. I could still feel the unusually smooth skin of his nipple in my mouth, and his penis was glorious. He was as large as I thought he’d be, and although he didn’t sparkle, he did glisten and vibrate in a way I’d never felt. And yes, I thought about what it would feel like inside me. And perhaps I kind of was turned on by how much Xander liked the pain I caused him. Hell, even when he cut me with his knife, the way he did it, the experience, felt strangely erotic. I actually got a little wet staring into those hungry, ice eyes of his and feeling his heat radiate from his body onto mine as he pressed my skin into the blade. Was this my kink? Sure, a girl liked a little spank on the ass, but I’d never done more in bed.
I crossed my legs on my bed, pressing rhythmically as I recalled the feel of his large member practically pulsating in my hand. Was that a normal fae peen? How would it taste? I almost leaned forward to lick the cum off his dick, but I held back, not wanting to give him too much. I just wanted to play with him, but he ended up turning me all the way on. It took the greatest hold on my part not to just jump on him and ride until my thighs shook. My clit throbbed, recanting his groans, fangs elongating. How would they feel sinking into me? I heard the bite could be very pleasurable. And, damn, his body was insane. He was cut and toned and the way his stomach clenched when he came. Pure water works from me. And then I came. Shit, I was falling in lust.
Would it be so wrong to explore more with Xander while I was stuck here? Was I willing to risk my life to have possible mind-blowing sex? After all, Xander was a bit unstable. Would he have boundaries? Would he bleed me out before I even came? Ugh, questions, questions. Questions that got me off my main focus, which was getting the hell out of here.
I didn’t want them to think I was getting too comfortable here. I had no clue when that angry fart, Yosef, would turn good guy and help me out. Sure, Zelda believed in him, but I had no assurances he wouldn’t trap me here forever. If he couldn’t or wouldn’t help me, then I had to help myself. The how part was another story. Until then, I wasn’t going to give Yosef the pleasure of having my company, not that he had bothered to check in on me the last few days. That was fine with me. I could continue trying to wear down these ridiculously strong fae wards he had on the place in peace.
However, three days in and I was having no luck. Three long, boring days in my room. The space was beautiful. Everything looked luxurious and spotless. I was sure his house was twice or three times the size of my place. Even the bathroom was stupid gorgeous, with a large clawfoot tub set on marble floors and a circular window overlooking the lake. There was also a walk-in closet with display shelves for shoes and accessories. They didn’t have TVs here, but there was entertainment on a projector screen on the wall between the closet that appeared holographic. The rest of the space consisted mostly of windows, but at least there were curtains. If my room was this nice, who knew what his room looked like. Who cared? I wasn’t staying.
And what was the fixation with windows? I’d heard some fae liked to live in the trees or over water, and those houses tended to be mostly glass for the views. Yosef did live next to a lake facing the back of his house, and the left side overlooked a large flower, fruit, and vegetable garden. The front was just the road, facing a forest and the right side, I didn’t know because my room didn’t face it. I kind of wanted to explore, if I was being honest with myself.
I wish I knew more about the fae, but I zoned out on paranormal history when I was in school. Now I was in the mix with minuscule knowledge. Who knew how much time had passed in my world? Could be three hours or three months. Maybe no one had time to even know I was missing yet.
I needed a plan. If breaking the wards didn’t work, then maybe I needed to find another out. Maybe through Xander. But something told me he’d never betray his captain for me. However, if I got him and even Zelda on my side, maybe they could reason with Yosef. It was a long shot, but better than nothing. Giving in was not an option. Eventually, Yosef would decide what he wanted to do with me, and I was pretty sure I was not going to like it. I was not going to be a victim. I’d fought too hard for that.
I angrily paced my room, cursing myself for slacking in school. My knowledge of making ice cream and cookies wasn’t helping me now.
My door suddenly opened, and I expected to see Xander, who never knocked, unlike the polite Zelda. However, Yosef stood there instead, carrying what appeared to be a tray of tea and cookies. Why was he doing this instead of Zelda? It had to be bespelled.
He did not step inside, just stood at the door, staring down at me irritably. What the hell had I done? I’d kept out of his way all this time. What was the problem?
“I have food for you, but you only get to eat it outside your room,” he said sternly.
I sucked my teeth. “Well, I don’t want it then. I’m staying in this room.” It was not my room. That made it sound too permanent.
He deepened his frown, his cold gaze shooting through me like my ice. “If you do not come out of your room and eat with us, you will not be fed again. Ever.”
Was he kidding me? “I thought I was staying out of your way by staying in here.”
He tilted his head, raising a brow in a questioning glare. “Did I ask for that? I did bring you here, didn’t I?”
“Yes, against my will. So, I don’t want to eat with you. I want to go home.”
“Not happening.”
I huffed, placing my hands on my hips. “Then what do you want with me?”
“I don’t know. Eating breakfast and dinner with us, to start.”
I was giving him nothing, not even that harmless request. I shook my head, crossing my arms stubbornly. “No.”
He smiled, but of course, it didn’t reach his cold, dead eyes. The guy was frostier than me, and he thought I wanted to sit across from that handsome but deadly face and eat? Pass.
The tray of food disappeared in a haze of smoke from his hands. “Fine, you will not eat unless you come out of this room.”
I gave a nonchalant shrug, hoping it would piss him off. “Then I guess I’ll starve to death. Have fun with my dead body, asshole.”
A growl escaped his lips, surprising me. He was usually very in control. Had I pissed him off that much? Mission accomplished.
He stormed into the room straight toward me, a fierce look in his eyes. I held in a breath, not sure what he was going to do. I balled my hands into fists, ready for a possible attack. He leaned over me until his face was so close that I thought he might kiss me. Instead, he moved over to my ear. I had not been this close to him before, and his scent wiggled into my nose. A smokey sweetness that brought a flutter to my stomach. Alpha scents always had that effect on a person. Intoxicating and weakening.
“You think your stubbornness will save you. It won’t. I am offering you safety right now. And I have been very kind. If you insist on behaving like a stubborn child, I will have to punish you, and you won’t like it,” he said in a tight whisper.
