‘Rav…I don’t know,’ she whispered, taking in a jagged breath as Rav kissed her neck softly, and as his lips found her collarbone. So close to the faerie road, she knew that it was forbidden. She could feel Finn’s eyes on her, that same sense of dissociation she had felt at the shop. Unbidden, she heard the faerie king’s voice in her mind.You are mine, Faye Morgan. Remember my warning.
Forbidden too by the faerie king himself: Faye knew what Finn Beatha could do to both of them if he was displeased.
Faye could feel the electric energy of faerie running through the house. She took a breath and grounded herself, imagined roots growing from her feet deep into the earth, closed her eyes and saw herself as part of the planet, like the hills and mountains and rocks and soil.You will not command me; you will not control me,she thought, pushing back against Finn’s voice. She could sense him, here, in the room with them.I come from a long line of witches; you do not control me.
Suddenly, she thought of the Morgan wand, and what was inscribed on it. Grainne Morgan had told her in her vision touse the protections against the Fae. But what were the protections? Was that one of them? She had never thought specifically of the wand as protection against the faerie realm, but perhaps it could be. Faye wished she had the wand with her, that it wasn’t sitting in the cabinet back at the shop. She should have brought it.
‘I don’t expect anything from you. I don’t expect to be your boyfriend or anything, if you don’t want that. We can take it slow. I just want to be with you. Here and now,’ Rav breathed. ‘I’ve tried to be in control of my feelings before, with women. But I can’t control how I am with you.’
But there was something about the danger, the prohibition of being with Rav that excited Faye. And her rebellious heartrefused to be cowed by Finn Beatha. She had not committed herself to him.How dare he tell me what to do and who to want. I decide that. No one decides it for me.
‘I can’t stop thinking about you; it’s like you’ve possessed my mind,’ Rav murmured. ‘I’ve never known anyone like you before. You’re like…I dunno…some kind of enchantress.’
He knelt in front of her.
‘Perhaps I am,’ she replied seriously. She looked around at the room; Finn still lingered here, she could feel it.
Since you like to be watched, perhaps you like to watch, too, she thought wickedly.Watch, then, if you must. But I banish you, Fintanaeon of Murias.Go, leave us.
There was a noticeable shift of energy in the room. Finn had gone. Faye felt suddenly euphoric. She had felt so powerless with Finn, but she didn’t have to be.
I am more powerful than you think,Finn Beatha.I am a Morgan. The blood of every Morgan witch runs through my veins. Do not toy with me.
Now, Faye felt the energy of the faerie road under her feet and all around her, but rather than it being a threat, she felt as if she was standing in a live stream of power, plugged into it, merged in it like a river.You gain power from this, Grainne’s voice said, in her ear.I am with you, and all the Morgan women are with you. And this is one of the secrets that we knew, and that you now know: the faerie road, the faerie magic, the faerie kingdoms, contain power that you can use. You are half fae. Take the power and let it grow inside you.
‘Faye?’ Rav touched the hem of her dress. ‘Are you okay? You seem a little distracted.’
‘I’m fine.’ She turned her attention back to Rav, feeling the glittering, swirling faerie power fill her up, as if she had been empty, as if she had only been half living, all this time.
She touched his cheek with her fingertips, and watched his pupils widen, his eyes darkening with desire. ‘Am I your queen?’ she asked him, savouring the sight of him on his knees. The rush of faerie power flooded her; she would take what she wanted and she would answer to no one.
‘My queen, my enchantress. The most beautiful, captivating woman I have ever known,’ he breathed, looking up at her in awe.
‘Have you ever knelt before a woman before?’ she asked, stroking his cheek.
‘Never.’ His voice was thick with longing.
‘Yet, you kneel for me.’
‘Yes.’
‘Why?’
‘Because…’ He blinked, and swallowed hard. ‘Because I feel compelled to do so.’
She nodded, and slowly unbuttoned her dress, letting it fall to the ground. She took off her underwear and stood in front of him completely naked.
‘Take off your clothes,’ she ordered him, relishing her new power. And she could see, when he was naked, that he wanted her. His thick, long cock was hard for her. She touched it gently, and he made a stifled noise of want and desire.
‘What do you want to do to me?’ she asked, running her hands over his broad, muscled chest. ‘What will you do to please me?’
‘Anything, my queen,’ he breathed, his pupils large.
‘Are you under my spell?’ she asked him, and he nodded.
‘Completely.’
‘Will you do anything that I desire?’
