Page 19 of Fae Farewells

As I moved forward a slim inch, I called hellfire into my palms, heating my skin and the dais.

The ice didn’t give not a single drop of water.

“What a situation you’ve found yourself in,” he mused. “Either you weren’t trying your hardest for fear of hurting me, or I’m stronger than you.”

“For now,” I growled, turning my head to watch him from my peripheral.

“For now,” he agreed, then hummed under his breath. “This is where royals used to seal their mate bonds. The ceremony is really just a big party. I know how much you love those.”

“Are you trying to piss me off?”

He chuckled low as he leaned over me. “There’s dancing and a feast. But the main purpose is to show off the new royal and ask the fertility gods to bless the pairing.”

Water mixed with blood against my wrist, though it didn’t run or drip. Vaughn lazily teased his fingertips over my skin, up the icy restrains, swirling them in the fluid before refreezing it and snuffing my flames.

“You are trying to piss me off,” I accused, attempting to keep the sadistic grin from tainting my voice.

He hushed me. “At this point in the ceremony, you’d have to be quiet. They like it when the newcomers are seen but not heard.”

“Fuck—”

He cupped my jaw with his right hand, his touch near bruising. “Keep opening your mouth, and I’ll fill it.”

“Is that a threat or a promise?” I rasped as his fingers tightened.

His strike was too quick to prepare for the impact. The sting of his slap spanned my outer thigh and the left side of my ass.

“So, an enjoyable threat,” I pondered aloud.

“Shhh, or I will find some other way to keep you quiet.”

“That’s not what I said, you—”

He moved his hand from my jaw to my mouth, covering my nostrils in the process.

“I know exactly what you said.” He leaned over me again, his weight heavy and his lips caressing my ear as he murmured, “Now, be good, and I’ll let you cum.”

I tried to scoff, though it was wholly ineffective. Asking me to be good was the equivalent of my fae suddenly becoming a demon.

It wouldn’t fucking happen.

Some things just couldn’t be changed.

He jerked my tights down, leaving them mid-thigh with only enough space to shove himself inside me with no further teasing or warning.

After fighting, I was more than ready, though maybe I shouldn’t have been. He did ask me to be good.

The first thrust was almost gentle. I moaned, muffled beneath his hand, but I wasn’t sure if I was supposed to be enjoying this quickie or not. What constituted being a good girl with my usually submissive fae?

The second was unforgiving, slamming my upper thighs into the dais. His force alone brought me to stand on the tips of my toes to have an inch of wiggle room.

But he didn’t accept them.

Didn’t appreciate the help I was willing to offer.

His right hand stretched across the side of my head and face, the pressure from his palm making it difficult to hear. And his left hand pressed more roughly against my mouth, the edges of his fingers limiting my breath.

I couldn’t see him, speak, breathe, hear… He was cutting off all my senses. And when I tried to move once more, he stopped me with a vicious pump of his hips, displaying his strength.