Page 77 of Fae Games

Behind her strolled Prince Bradwell, his eyes hard with hatred.

Betrayal kicked me in the heart then crushed it underfoot. My gaze darted to the kneeling guard, who turned around and smirked as if to say he would enjoy watching me squirm under the queen’s heel.

Queen Titania stopped outside my cell and stared at me down her perfect nose. “I have heard tales of faeries losing their magic to power dark enchantments designed to ensnare my sons, halflings luring my boys astray with their lustful wiles, but this latest development is unforgivable.”

Behind her, Prince Bradwell shook his head.

The queen’s delicate hands curled into fists. “But what I will not tolerate is a human whore from Doolish!”

I flinched at the venom in her words, her voice, her sharp eyes, and lowered my gaze. “Your Majesty, I didn’t—”

“How dare you speak.” A whip of lightning cracked at my feet, making me flinch. “How dare you breathe my air!”

The hairs on the back of my neck stood to attention, and my lips clamped shut. This was Queen Titania’s palace, and I was subject to her rules and to her mercy. Another word and this mad queen would probably tear off my wings. If I was going to survive, I would have to stay quiet until the time came to escape.

Queen Titania sniffed. “That’s better.”

I lifted my gaze, met her merciless eyes and listened to a stream of complaints about how the outsiders had ruined the Isle of Fae with their rules and the regular import of human items. The rants continued until my eyes glazed, but one thing caught my attention.

“At sunset, each of my sons will attach hooks to your wings and drag you through all seven levels of our realm as a demonstration of the throne’s might. And when the sun rises, my guard will cut your body into quarters and display a piece in each of the human settlements!”

She turned on her heel and walked away, leaving Prince Bradwell.

“How could you?” I whispered.

“I will never forgive you for what you did to my beloved mate.” He spat on the ground and left.

Tears filled my eyes, and sobs tore from my throat. Ladies Aster and Gala had inflicted lady Gazania’s injuries, but that didn’t matter to him. How on earth had I allowed myself to be so entirely fooled by Prince Bradwell?

“Now…” The guard approached the bars and rubbed his hardening crotch. “Did you know that faerie spunk is a delicious human delicacy? I’m going to keep you well-fed between now and sunset.”

Chapter 20

Treachery wrapped around my neck like a constrictor and sank its fangs into my jugular. A dull ache spread down to my chest and squeezed what was left of my shattered heart. The dungeon’s stone walls curved in around my curled-up body, adding to the crushing effect.

I stared through the bars at the empty space Prince Bradwell had occupied. He had tricked me, and it hurt worse than any of Elijah’s betrayals. For the first time in my bleak, little life I thought I had found someone who accepted me with my flaws and without any strings. But that had just been a clever act.

The guard’s harsh chuckle echoed off the stone walls, setting my teeth on edge and bringing forth a terrible truth.

My hurt feelings didn’t matter. Not right now. Because if I didn’t think of something fast, I was going to die a horrible death. But not before the guard made me wrap my lips around his filthy cock.

Candles flickering high up on the walls made the ends of his hair shine white, but his leering eyes remained as dark as endless pits. He ran his tongue along his bottom lip and said, “Are you going to come out of that corner, or will I have to drag you out with my power?”

The Prince of the Spring Court had proven himself worse than Prince August. I shook my head to clear out thoughts of Prince Bradwell and his wretched mother, and my wings curled further around my front for protection.

“Come any closer, and I’ll scream, then Queen Titania will punish you for traumatizing me before her punishment.”

“These walls are soundproof,” he said. “No one can hear you choking on my sword.”

The guard stepped toward the bars and clutched them with his gloved hands. “Do you know what this much iron will do to your pretty face if I jammed it against the bars with my magic? We can do this the easy way or the hard way. Your choice.”

My head snapped up with the beginnings of an idea. “Alright, then.”

His hand dropped from the bar. “What?”

“Why don’t you come in, and I’ll suck you off?” I lowered my knees and stretched out my legs, giving him a good view of my bare breasts. “What’s the point of suffering when I can just give you what you want?”

His features spread into a wide smile that made his dark eyes twinkle, and he reached for the keys on his belt. “Wise choice.”