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Undulating my pussy against him, I stared into his eyes and froze. The flames had returned, flickering yellow, orange, and red. I tried to look away, but couldn’t.
His gaze held me, and his voice seemed to come from everywhere.
“Come, little lamb.”
And my clit exploded. My cunt contracted violently around a huge imaginary cock, and my nipples tightened as if sucked hard. My throat ached as if it were being fucked.
The weirdest orgasm of my life went on and on, until my mind melted, and I sagged against the strange man with eyes made of fire. My body felt as weak as if I’d run a marathon. My limbs weren’t under my control, and my breathing was flat and weak.
I was vaguely aware of him picking me up, of being carried somewhere, and finally placed on a soft surface. Then the lights went out.
Chapter twenty-three
WhenIwokeup,Daeary was gone, and I was strangely relieved. Last night had been so weird. From the moment his voice had reached me through the door, I’d lost control. I’d practically thrown myself at him, my body melting at his touch. I’d never responded like that to any man, not even to Bleddyn.
Yes, I’d had the most amazing orgasm ever, but then I’d passed out. And now I felt weak, as if I was sick.
My nipples burned, and my pussy was sore, despite no cock going near it. When I reached down, my fingertips brushed over my clit. It was swollen and sensitive, and my minute touch set me on fire.
I couldn’t stop myself. A haze of lust focused my mind on how much I needed to come. But my fingers alone wouldn’t do it. On the nightstand stood a candlestick, made of smooth wood with a decent circumference.
Giving it a quick clean with the bedspread, I placed it against my opening and slowly, carefully, wiggled it in. My eyes rolled in my skull as I savored the sensation.
Holding the stick with one hand, I rubbed my clit with the other. Soon, the gentle movement of pulling the makeshift dildo in and out of my sopping pussy turned into a frenzied plunging action.
In my mind, it was the red-eyed Fae who nailed me to the bed. I came with a scream, the orgasm rolling through me until I ran out of breath. Gasping like a fish, I stared at the ceiling. What the hell had just happened? I barely recognized myself.
Slowly, I rolled off the bed and wiped down the candlestick. I should probably clean it properly with water later. But first, I needed food. My knees were so weak, I had to sit on the bed to get dressed.
I needed to eat so badly, my stomach ached. Faerie meals didn’t fill me up for long, and I was overdue a feeding. When I walked downstairs, I pulled up short. Bleddyn sat alone at a table in the tavern room.
“Hey,” I said quietly, pulling up a chair and joining him.
“You are well, milady?” He answered, his voice carefully devoid of any emotion.
Were we back to formalities again? I glanced at him, trying to discern his mood, but he avoided eye contact. His hand clutched his cup so hard, his knuckles turned white.
My stomach dropped. He’d probably overheard me. And if the guard had spent the night in the rooms upstairs, he’d heard me as well.
I took a deep breath, closing my eyes briefly, pushing aside the sticky feeling of embarrassment. I didn’t need to ask anybody for permission before taking another lover. At least, that was the impression Bleddyn had given me over the few days we’d spent together.
I’d asked him whether Fae relationships worked the same as in the magical part of my world. Most mages favored a five-partner structure in their personal life, as opposed to regular humans. The alignment with the five corners of the pentagram was ideal for magical work.
Bleddyn had smirked at my question, but confirmed that the Fae often took multiple partners.
Before we’d get into a discussion about my sex life, I asked, “Where did you go? And why did you come back?”
Bleddyn dropped his gaze, his mouth tightening at the corners. “I have sad tidings. Mistress Olwen was slain yesterday. Her body was found in the river this morning.”
His tone was calm and measured, but my reaction was not. I jumped to my feet, not caring that the chair toppled over and crashed onto the ground. “Slain? You mean murdered? Here? Who would have done that?”
Then Daeary’s words came back to me. “She was murdered here, wasn’t she?”
Bleddyn leaned back in his chair, pinning me with a steely gaze. “Why do you say that? What do you know?”
I lifted my hands. “I don’t know anything. Just something somebody said.”
“Who?” he asked sharply, as if he already suspected and just waited for me to confirm.
