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Etain flinched preparing to take the hit, but Leona’s clawed hand never came down on her; instead it lay dripping and shimmering with pale opalescent blood on the ground in front of them. It felt like the whole room held its breath before a glass shattering scream came from Leona.
“If you valued your hand you should not have raised it against my pet after my explicit warning of what would happen if anyone dared touch her. Shut your mouth before I shut it for you.”
Leona pulled her mouth shut ending her deafening cries.
Etain was surprised Leona had even heard Ciaran’s menacingly quiet words. With her cries quieted, Leona glared at Etain with murderous rage.
“I suggest you learn from losing your hand, Leona, and not lose your eyes as well.”
Her eyes widened in shock, and she looked away.
Ciaran turned his eyes on the green man and scowled at him for a moment. “Royad, remove your daughter from my sight at once, and if you ever dare to openly push me again, it will be the last thing you do. I told you my thoughts on your daughter already and now you’ve caused her to be humiliated in front of the entire court.” Ciaran rolled his eyes when the green man began to mumble indignantly about the loss of his daughter’s hand, and Leona began to whimper again.
“Oh, quit your spluttering,” said Ciaran. “You both only further embarrass yourselves. It will grow back, and you both look weak for whining about it. Now, get out of my sight and do not forget my warning, Royad. This is the last time I will give you one.”
The rest of the line who had been waiting to speak with Ciaran took one look at the hand on the ground and dispersed. Etain heard Ciaran release a deep breath.
“They will be back, but they will give me time to cool down and relax.” He held his hand out to her and sat up a bit more in his throne.
The second Etain placed her hand in his, he had her pulled up and turned to sit in his lap, her back to his front, before the gasp could leave her mouth. “So let’s let them think I am using you to relax myself and give you a chance to ask all those questions I see burning behind your eyes.”
Etain adjusted herself and sat sideways in his lap to make it easier for her to caress his face, ears, and neck. “I do indeed have many questions about the members of your court, but I seem to have forgotten all of them at the present,” she said breathily.
Ciaran’s hands openly roamed her body for anyone to see. The fire which had been simmering inside of her began to gain more momentum at the thought of everyone witnessing him claim her body. A loud moan ripped from her body as Ciaran’s hands dipped into the fold of her dress and caressed her inner thigh. She was going to come undone just by his touch alone.
Ciaran chuckled darkly into her ear before nipping it. “Careful, my little witch. If we do not stop now, I fear I will not be able to help myself. We will give this court a view which will result in many eyes being plucked.” Yet he did not pull his hand away; he left it there, so close and yet so far from the place she wanted it most. He pulled her in even closer to him to allow them to whisper conspiratorially.
“Now what of these questions?”
Etain took a moment to gain her breath back before she began asking him about the different types of fae gathered for the night. Ciaran freely answered all of her questions, sometimes attempting to hide his laughter at some of her more colorful observations. They continued like this for hours, all the while Ciaran left his hand on Etain’s inner thigh; the only movement being his thumb making slow circles. Etain was certain the spot would be forever branded by those tormenting strokes. She wished time would go by faster, then they could retire to Ciaran’s chambers and she could finally get relief from the incessant ache burning inside her.
Just as the thought entered her head, Etain spied groups breaking off to the little lounge areas around the room. She noticed several of them were going for those plush platforms awash in light, while others went to the ones giving a slight illusion of privacy. She was watching them intently, and Ciaran must have been following her gaze.
“Ah, little witch, it is that time of the night where you will get a true glimpse of the court’s depravity.” His hand between the folds of her sheer gown began to squeeze her slightly while still maintaining the torturous strokes. He placed his other hand low on her abdomen and began a slow and equally tortuous trail up her body. “Keep your eyes on the platform, little witch,” he said in a low smoky voice into her ear.
Etain watched as one female and two males, all high fae of some kind, climbed onto one of the platform beds. All three began to caress each other, and both males began kissing and nipping at the female’s throat. Etain couldn’t believe beings were this bold. In the Human Realm, it had been nearly unheard of to see couples even kiss in public. The female let out a loud groan as the males’ hands began touching her in much the same way Etain’s prince was touching her.
The fire inside her was becoming even more of an inferno, when suddenly it began to dissipate. She remembered what the green goblin, Royad, had said about Ciaran and his beautiful daughter giving “quite the show” at the last Lunar Ball. She knew it was ridiculous to be jealous, but she couldn’t help the way she felt betrayed. Ciaran had joined that fae on one of those platforms and let the whole court watch them. She felt like such a fool. Of course Ciaran wouldn’t belong to only her as she would belong to only him.
“What’s bothering you, little witch?” he asked, in between kissing and nipping along the length of her neck and shoulder. She didn’t want to tell him, because she knew she was being ridiculous. She would need to get over the fact that, while she had never had the opportunity to experience another, Ciaran had likely experienced several. Probably more than several. “Is it what that imbecile Royad said about me and his daughter?”
She didn’t know how he was almost always able to guess her thoughts. “I know I’m being absolutely absurd to think you would be only mine,” Etain said, trying not to let her emotions slip into her words.
”Iamonly yours and have never been another’s,“ Ciaran said. Etain was confused and turned to look into his eyes. “I am several hundred years old, little witch, and I have never belonged to another. Have I used another’s body before? Yes – but that was all it was. I do not remember any of them, because they meant nothing to me.”
Etain was having a hard time caring how that was a terrible way to treat other living beings. He did say he was a very wicked male, but she was still having a hard time understanding what he meant.
“I never cared who they were or even listened to what they said. Typically, I was too drunk on wine and didn’t even see them. I didn’t care if all of the realm saw them on display.” He brought his hand to cup her face, and she subconsciously leaned into it. “You, my little witch, I want to hear every word you ever speak. You, I have every single moment with burned into my memory. I will not share you with anyone. I don’t even want to share the sight of you. If anyone dared to look at you while you are in a state which is only for me to see, I would end their lives. Etain – I would set the realm on fire for you. I care not for anything else the way I care for you.”
Etain blinked back the tears which had gathered in her eyes. “Ciaran…” Before she could finish whatever it was she was going to say, Ciaran cut her off.
“You see, Etain, there has never been anyone before you.” He pulled her face to his and their lips barely touched each other. “There will never be anyone after you.” His lips crashed into hers. She felt the promise of his words and the promise of his kiss as he worshiped her mouth with his. When he pulled away, he took Etain’s breath with him. They gazed into each other’s eyes a few moments before he pulled her back into the position she had been before, with her back to his front. He leaned in to brush his lips against her ear. “Now, little witch – enjoy the show.”
When Etain looked back to the platform, things had progressed quite a bit in the short time she had looked away. All three beings were completely naked. When Etain realized what they were doing to the female, who was bent over on all fours with one male in front of her and one behind her, she let out a gasp of surprise.
Both of Ciaran’s hands had crept further up her body. One wrapped around her throat to keep her gaze on the platform with the three fae, while the other was gently brushing against her core over her leather undergarment. She let out a frustrated groan.
“Shhh…my needy little witch. Do you wish I would take you right now, the way they are taking her?”
