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Etain was burning up inside. She could barely think of an answer as the idea of Ciaran doing just that made her moan and grind herself against him; this made him laugh darkly and low in his chest. “Do you wish my cock was stretching your throat at the same time my cock drove into you from behind?”
Etain didn’t know if such a thing was possible, but she wanted it. “Y-yes.” She panted out on a breath. He was bringing her too high. She thought she might cry from how badly she needed him.
He cupped her sex with his hand and applied pressure while moving his hand back and forth. It was like being close to water after a drought, yet still being too far away to quench your thirst. She began grinding herself into his hand and lap, feeling how affected he was behind her.
“Such a needy little witch, aren’t you?” he asked, and her only response was a whimper. “Do you need some relief?”
She let out sounds that were supposed to be a yes, but he knew what her answer was. He pushed his hand inside her leather undergarments, but he still didn’t touch her where she needed him most.
“Tell me what you need, little witch.”
She groaned and tried to move herself to where she wanted his fingers to be. “P-please, Ciaran..” She tried to form a sentence, but her brain didn’t seem to be working properly. She had no idea how he had this strong of an effect on her body.
“Hmmm…please what? Etain, I want to hear you ask for what it is you want.”
She could hear the masculine pride in his voice, but she couldn’t be bothered to care. “T-touch m-me, Ciaran…p-please.” Her voice was growing louder.
“Shhhh…little witch. Do not draw attention our way or I will have to stop and pluck out several eyes.”
She knew it was wicked, and she should be disgusted, though she couldn’t help the moan which escaped her at the thought of him covered in many different colors of blood, because they dared look at what was his –her. Perhaps she was more wicked than she knew.
“Ciaran…,” she begged with a breathy moan.
“Is this where you want me?” he asked as one of his fingers found her most sensitive spot and began to circle it. She was sure she pleaded with him a few more times before he finally let his finger land exactly where she needed him. She nearly cried in relief as he applied pressure with his finger using slow deliberate movements.
“Do you see what they are doing now, little witch?”
She had completely forgotten the performance on the platform. When she opened her eyes to watch them again, she was surprised to see the female was taking them both from behind now. Etain didn’t even know that was possible. As she watched, Ciaran picked up speed until Etain and the female both tipped over the edge. Ciaran placed his hand over Etain’s mouth to keep her cries from escaping.
“Such a good little witch.” he said as he pulled his hand away and went back to tormenting her with the strokes of his thumb.
Twenty Eight
Kesneverhadmuchpatience for these events. It was a big part of why he had no wish to be King. He was content to be adjacent to the throne, nearly as much power with much less pressure. His patience was quickly wearing thinner as he witnessed creature after creature hurl insults at Anin. He watched her sit high and let their vitriol slide off her in the beginning; an hour later, her shoulders began to droop inward. Sometimes she would physically flinch and it took every ounce of Kes’s willpower to stay in his seat and not rip out the offender’s tongue.
He was thrilled when the throng of beings left them alone, and Anin took a deep breath and straightened her back. Kes placed a hand on her shoulder, one that would look as though he were dominating the nymph, but he could secretly caress the back of her shoulder with his thumb in comfort.
The court had scattered after Ciaran severed Leona’s hand. Even now the memory of it had him struggling to hold back his laughter. If there was one member of Ciaran’s council Kes could not take anymore of, it was Royad. The goblin liked to hear himself talk, and it was Kes’s opinion Royad was plotting a way to seize control of the throne; his daughter was the easiest way to get closer to it. He had been pushing her on Ciaran since the last Lunar Ball after she had publicly offered herself for him to enjoy. Kes doubted the goblin even considered whether Ciaran remembered who she was at the time; Royad clearly thought Ciaran remembered her.
This was the first Lunar Ball Kes and Ciaran weren’t already fall-down drunk at this point. Normally by now, they would have murdered several court members for any number of insults and have begun making their way through each of the lounge areas around the room. Many of them were already filled and several shows were being put on. The idea of doing that now with Anin made him want to drag her over to the most visible platform and place his claim publicly, proving she belonged to him. These thoughts also made him want to murder anyone who dared to watch.
Kes kept his gaze roaming across the room, always on the lookout for someone to commit treason. He could have sworn he saw someone shifting in the shadows. Immediately, Kes grew suspicious. If it wasn’t the Day Court trying their hand at espionage, then it was someone from his own court trying to climb higher in rank. Ciaran and Kes normally didn’t keep the members of their court safe from each other. There were some members of the court they favored – council members who were more agreeable, or the members of the upper court who did not have ambitions to climb rank, content to simply enjoy the madness of the court.
Kes knew he should go investigate, but was loath to leave his nymph alone. He would not be able to keep her safe if he was not next to her, and he didn’t want to drag her through the mass of Night Court bodies where anything could happen, even if he were right next to her. He sighed and snapped his fingers and a spelled cage appeared. Anin raised an eyebrow at him to remind him of their agreement. If he forced her into a cage ever again it would null their agreement, and he did not want to give up his five questions.
“I’m hoping you will choose to go in there for your own safety.”
“I see nothing to be concerned about.” Anin looked around for any hint of foul play. She studied him and then her eyes went wide. “You plan to leave me here – alone,” she said incredulously.
She didn’t ask. She knew that’s what was happening. Her mask of indifference slipped off her face long enough for Kes to see how terrified the idea made her. She would be alone without the use of her power; she would be completely defenseless. Kes knew Ciaran did not want anything to happen to Anin since she had not yet given him the information he sought, or maybe even more so because it would upset his witch. But Kes also knew Ciaran would not risk leaving Etain unguarded for the sake of his nymph.
Kes told Anin about the being in the shadows that was highly suspicious. He also shared the way he had come to the conclusion the cage would be the safest since it would keep a physical barrier between her and anyone who may try to do her harm. Anin thought about it; she glanced up at Ciaran and Etain. She sighed, coming to the same conclusion as Kes. She stood, and he helped guide her into the cage.
“Forgive me, my darling nymph. I would much rather we were back in my chambers to see how you manage to get away from me without your little vines to protect you.” He grinned at the heat which ignited behind her eyes, both in the desire for his body and the desire to slap him across the face. Kes cackled as he shut and sealed the door to keep an opening from being seen. Anin put her hands around the bars, and he brought his on top of hers only long enough to give them a squeeze.
Kes quickly approached Ciaran and leaned down to quietly let him know what he had seen and that he was headed to investigate. Kes saw Etain’s eyes shoot over to where Anin was in her cage with a look of concern. He didn’t linger with them; he was eager to be done with the shadowy figure and get back to his nymph.
Kes didn’t want to be too obvious, but he was in a hurry and may have been a bit more sloppy than he would have liked. After pretending to graze at one of the tables and grab a drink from the fountain of wine, he made his way casually over to the shadows where he had last seen the figure. He expected it to be nothing. Perhaps one of the younglings had been lurking in the shadows hoping to spy without being caught.
