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Inside was a single book – a simple soft leather bound book with strips of leather holding it closed. At first she’d thought it was black, but it was really of the deepest red. Intrigued, she opened the book and found it to be a journal, likely from a previous queen. Unsure of how much time she had before someone came to get her, she quickly bound it to her. She could see the thin shimmering strand connecting her to the book and placed it back in its hiding spot.
She had just sat back down on the settee when Ciaran ported into the room. She wasn’t sure of the customs of this realm, but in the Human Realm it was bad luck to see the bride before the wedding. Then again, she supposed she was no bride. She was a mate and a soon-to-be queen.
She had not forgotten the way he had woken her earlier, and how he had pinned her hands down with shadowy magic to keep her from touching him. It had driven her wild and had made the feelings inside her even more intense. She smiled her most mischievous smile as an idea came to her.
Ciaran was watching her and could tell she was up to something. Before he could say anything, she closed her eyes and pictured the colors of her power. She touched the red one and let it flow through her. When she opened her eyes she stood and approached Ciaran in a graceful, provocative way. She smiled as his eyes grew wide, but he was not willing to interrupt whatever she had planned for him.
Etain led Ciaran to a chair that allowed him to sit and lean back comfortably with his wings. When he tried to grab her, she tutted him. She grasped some of the mass of fabric that had been torn from her gown and began to tie his hands to the chair. Then she tied a piece around his eyes.
“You know I can easily break these bonds, don’t you, little witch?” he asked in amusement.
“Of course you can, but you won’t,” she said confidently.
“Oh? Why is that?”
Etain began to undo his pants and freed his already hardening cock. She softly placed her lips next to one of his ears.
“Because, my prince.” She switched to the other ear. “You won’t get your surprise if you do.” She began to fist her hand around his cock and slide it up and down.
“What might that surpr…” Before he could finish his question, she went down on her knees silently in front of him, then put her mouth around him. He groaned in pleasure. She saw him begin to pull on his bonds desperate to touch her. She pulled her mouth away from him.
“If you’re not going to be a good prince and play by my rules, you won’t get the rest of your surprise.”
He immediately stilled, and Etain felt like she held all the power over him at that moment. She used her tongue and ran it up the underside of his cock; she watched how it jumped a little. She did it again, and Ciaran clenched the arms of the chair his hands were bound to. Finally, she put him back in her mouth and noticed that her red lip stain was leaving little rings around him. She thought she would see how many she could leave before he finished.
He was long and thick, so she pushed him past her throat and swallowed him down to leave a ring as close to his base as she could. She hummed in delight, and Ciaran swore. She heard the arms of the chair crack from the force it was taking him to control himself. Etain swallowed him down several more times, enjoying the strangled noises that came from him. She felt him begin to thicken further, and she knew he was close.
She swallowed deep one last time before she felt the thick ribbons of his release slide down her throat and coat her tongue. She slowly pulled herself free from him and swallowed every last drop. There were several red rings left by her lips on him, but the thickest one was closest to the base where she had left several in nearly the same place. She smiled as she stood and walked to the mirror to check her lip stain. She was pleased to see the red had faded dramatically and gave her just a hint of color.
She walked back to where Ciaran was breathing heavily; his whole body had gone languid. She took pride in the fact she was the one who had made him feel that way. She slowly untied his hands making sure to remind him he was still not to move. When she leaned in to untie the fabric from his eyes, she whispered shamelessly in his ear.
“Now, when we seal our mating ceremony, you will taste yourself on me just as I tasted myself on you this morning.”
“You wicked little witch,” he said heatedly. “Next time you decide you want to taste me, you better let me watch.” She made a noncommittal noise as she freed his eyes.
He made to grab her again.
“Ah ah ah! Don’t you dare mess up Anin’s beautiful work. You should have seen the disaster of a dress they put me in before Anin rescued me from embarrassment.”
Ciaran didn’t seem pleased his court had tried to undermine their future queen.
“Let it pass this one and only time. If it happens again I will handle it. They need to know I am powerful in my own right beyond just being the mate to their king.”
Ciaran agreed and stood up. When he looked down to put himself away, he laughed at all the red rings around his cock.
Etain grinned up at him. “Did you like your surprise?”
Ciaran laughed again and told her how he was going to show her after the festivities just how much he loved his surprise. Etain felt her cheeks heat in anticipation. Ciaran grinned his wide wicked grin at her, grabbed her hand, and kissed her knuckles.
“Are you ready? It was almost time when I got here, so it is likely past time now.” He didn’t seem bothered in the slightest making the entire court wait for them.
“I’m ready, my prince.”
With that, Ciaran ported them to where Etain was to wait and walk alone down the aisle towards him to signify her willing participation in solidifying the mate bond. He kissed her knuckles one last time before telling her he would see her in just a few moments. He leaned in, placing his lips next to her ear.
“I love you, my little witch.” Then he was gone. Etain was left with a fluttering in her chest and a smile so large it hurt her cheeks.
Forty Eight
