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“Yes, little witch, and I do so look forward to seeing you tugged along behind me and kneeling at my feet. You will also be wearing something you might find uncomfortably revealing. Worry not – I will personally remove the hands of anyone who dares to touch you.” Ciaran looked rather pleased at the image that came to his mind.
Kes couldn’t be sure what Ciaran was more excited about. Seeing his witch at his feet or removing the hands of any being who attempted to touch her in any way. Kes could not say he wasn’t thrilled at the idea of seeing Anin with a collar around her neck and entirely at his mercy, nor at the prospect of violence. He would have to bind her magic, and he was sure she was fully expecting it, but he felt the need to gloat about it.
“Anin, my darling nymph, you know I must bind your magic before the ball or we will risk the wrath of the court. They will already be plotting once they figure out you are the one I took the blood oath with. Do not worry, darling, you will be entirely at my mercy, and I cannot say the prospect doesn’t excite me.” He leaned towards her and whispered so only she could hear, “In more ways than one.” He was rewarded with her eyes unwillingly filling with heat as she unconsciously bit her bottom lip.
Just then, Etain cleared her throat and gave them each a knowing smirk. Anin grumbled something under her breath about “stupid males,” while Ciaran looked to be completely enthralled with the way Etain was eating the strawberries on her plate.
They finished their meal in companionable silence, interrupted occasionally by Anin or Etain leaning towards each other to speak quietly about whatever it is females talk about. Kes couldn’t stop thinking about the way Anin would look tomorrow night. He wasn’t sure he would be able to keep his hands off her, even if it was a terrible idea.
Twenty One
Etainyawnedaftergettingher fill of the enormous and mouth watering feast set before her. She couldn’t help herself; every time they sat down for a meal there were always new delicious things to try. She caught Ciaran watching her eat multiple times, and she couldn’t be sure if he was amused at her love of fae food, or if it was something else. The look in his eyes made her think it was something else. She yawned again, feeling relaxed and satiated. Ciaran took that as his queue to escort her back to his bedchambers.
Etain thanked Anin for helping her tonight and for answering all of her many questions. Etain was certain they were building what would likely be a strong friendship. It had been a long time since Etain had a friend. She was excited and wished she could spend just a few more hours getting to know the nymph, though she was exhausted. She knew they would see each other again tomorrow at first night.
After wishing Anin and Kes a good-night, Ciaran ported them back to his bedchambers. He had yet to mention anything about binding her magic, not even after Kes had brought it up to Anin. She walked over to the huge set of windows and looked out at the darkened land while she fidgeted with her fingers.
“Ciaran, I fear what will happen when I no doubt get overwhelmed tomorrow at the Lunar Ball. What if my magic goes crazy again in front of your whole court?”
Ciaran grabbed her hands in one of his and pulled her towards him. He then lifted her chin so she was looking into his golden eyes. “While it would bring quite a bit of trouble, and I find trouble rather enjoyable, I do worry about your safety. It would be wiser to not reveal the enormity of your power until after you have a grasp on it and we have a better understanding of what exactly your power can do. It would make others think twice about coming after you if they knew you could destroy them with a blink.” He grinned down at her. “I am loath to do it, but I suppose if it would make you feel more confident, I can bind your powers before the festival, like Kes will do to Anin.”
Etain thought about it for a couple of minutes. On one hand, it would be taking her greatest weapon away, on the other hand, weapons in the hands of the untrained can be incredibly dangerous to the ones wielding it. Etain nodded and told Ciaran as much.
“Tomorrow will push you well outside of your comfort zone, little witch. I believe your human sensibilities will be telling you to feel indignant. I ask only that you try to be open to the ways of the Night Court. Embrace your darkest nature and let yourself go.”
He leaned down, put his mouth next to her ear, and softly whispered, “Let yourself enjoy the feeling…” Then he gently nipped her ear and made his way down her neck. Etain gasped and felt herself arching into him. He reached down with both hands gripping each one of her ass cheeks, lifting her easily to access her mouth; her legs wrapped around his waist.
The kiss was much gentler, though no less breath-stealing, than their first kiss. Etain wrapped her arms around his neck and groaned into his mouth as she felt him harden against her core. He began walking towards the bathing chamber and placed her down gently next to the obsidian tub. He pulled away from her to drag his thumb across her lips. Etain felt emboldened and sucked his thumb into her mouth. Ciaran hissed; his eyes turned into molten gold.
Ciaran filled the tub with steaming hot water and added intoxicating smelling oils. He then stood behind her and began to explore her body with his touch. Etain looked up and found him looking directly at her through the mirror-like obsidian walls.
“Tell me, little witch – has anyone ever touched you like this before? Undressed you like this?” Right as he said “this,” Etain felt her dress slide down her body. All she could do was stare as Ciaran brought his large hands up to grasp her breasts and gave them a gentle squeeze.
“It doesn’t feel fair that here I am bared and yet, you are still fully clothed,” Etain said breathlessly. She may have never been touched in such a way, but it was not because she did not want to be. Ciaran had her body ignited in heat.
He smirked at her, then unwrapped his shirt and let his trousers fall to the ground. “Is that better, little witch?”
Etain turned and began to let her fingers trail over his muscular chest. He had many black inky markings swirling around him, down to his abdomen and around to his back. His arms were covered in them as well. He was a work of art. She knew each one of them was some kind of spell or magic marking his body.
Ciaran turned the water flow off to the tub, guided Etain in, and then stepped in behind her. He sat down and had her sit in front of him with her back to his front. He slowly trailed his fingers up her arms and down her chest, gently caressing her nipples.
Etain whimpered, and Ciaran let out a low growl. “If you only knew what those little sounds you’re making do to me, little witch. Now, tell me, have you ever touched yourself while you were laying alone at night in your bed?”
Etain could only nod. She was no stranger to her own hand. It had even been encouraged while she was growing up. Her mother always told her she should know her own body, and there was no shame in the knowing.
“Show me.” Ciaran grabbed her hand and gently trailed her own fingers down her body under the water and towards her center.
Etain felt like there was a current of energy flowing through her, and she noticed in a far off way how the lights began to flicker. She was too in the moment to consider being embarrassed.
With Ciaran’s hand on top of hers, she found her sensitive bud and began to slowly circle it. He brought his other hand around to her breasts and began to squeeze them with a bit more force.
Etain gasped and pushed her chest into his hand while beginning to speed up and apply more pressure to herself. Ciaran pulled and twisted her nipples each in turn, while his hand on her hand began to drift even lower.
The hand which had been bringing pleasure, and simultaneously the edge of pain, to her breasts began to slide up to her neck. He gripped her neck firmly and lifted her gaze to the mirrored obsidian ceiling. “Look, Etain – see how beautiful you look as you fall apart on our hands.”
Just as the words left his mouth, a finger from the hand that had been on top of hers entered her. Etain bucked sending water sloshing over the sides of the tub. Ciaran began to slide that finger in and out, and then slowly curled that finger until it hit a spot which made her entire core go molten. She cried out and sent another wave of water over the side of the tub.
“That’s it, little witch, ride my hand.” He pulled his finger out, and just as Etain let out a frustrated growl, he chuckled and entered her again, but this time with two fingers. After she adjusted to the new full feeling, he began to enter her harder and harder with his fingers, while her hand sped up; his other hand kept a solid grip on her neck. She could not look away from the image she saw of them on the ceiling, slightly obscured in the dark surface.
