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He leans in a little. “Can I kiss you?” His breath is warm on my lips.
Without answering, I lean in and close the distance between us. His lips are hot on mine, and they grow hotter as they devour me. It’s like the softness I felt a moment ago rushes away in a moment of desire that burns like flames. He rolls on top of me, and he’s huge. He surrounds me in a way I’ve never felt before, even though he keeps his full weight off of me.
We kiss. We touch. My fingers tangle through his hair, urging him closer, and then he’s kissing his way down my body, and I’m aching for more. For him.
His hands shift from my waist to my ass, pulling me up so that suddenly his erection is pressing between us. He sinks lower and rubs, and I gasp, pleasure awakening inside of me. I grind against him, and he swears, holding himself rigid for a minute, before he shivers.
That hot mouth of his moves from my throat back to my lips, and his hands slide under my skirts until he’s holding my bare ass. Rubbing me against him. So little fabric separating me from him.
I reach down and untie his pants, then slide them down. His long, hard cock springs forth, and I wrap my hands around him.
“Cassia!” My name slips from his lips.
I grip him harder. Stroke him harder. Love it when I feel his precum coat his tip, then slide it down over his length, readying him for me.
He pushes my hands away. Pulling me closer. His tip presses to my opening as his lips move back to suck at my throat. My nails dig into his arms, and I fight the urge to jerk my body, bringing him inside of me.
Slipping into my folds, he rubs himself against me, and then I’m crying out. Needing him deeper. Needing to know if his hard length can fit inside me.
“Get your ass up!” The words shatter the world I’m in and are immediately followed by a hard kick to my ribs. I wake up gasping for air and covered in ashes.
Forrest.My hands curl. He was with me. We were touching. It feels like I left a wonderful dream and slipped into a nightmare all in the same moment.
My eyes move to Etha as she towers over me, her lips curled into a sneer. “Sleepy time is over.” She kicks her boot again, and I flinch back, but she simply scatters more ash all over me.
Fuck her.The only place for me to sleep was apparently beside the kitchen’s fire or by the men. No surprise, I’d chosen the fire. It’s warm at night, but also smokey and dirty. It’s not pretty, but at least I feel a little bit safer with fire at my back.
But not like I felt with Forrest. That was safe.
“Sweep up all of this cinder, then get breakfast going,” Etha tells me, then leaves the room without waiting for my reply.
I hate her. I hateallof them. I expect this kind of bullshit from men, but the woman surprised me. She’s complete scum. I’ve never wanted to stab anyone in my life so much, now it’s all I think about.
And about how much I miss my family. And the men who I hope are still waiting for me.
If these assholes weren’t so filthy these past few days, they wouldn’t need me to clean so much. They’re disgusting. They leave food laying out. They don’t put anything away. There aren’t even cans for their trash. It just piles up in corners around the rooms.
I don’t know who raised them to be like this, but it’s despicable.
No one works. I don’t know how they get food or money, but it’s never in short supply. They eat better than I ever did, yet they act like I’m some high fae royal who’s lived like a goddess her whole life.
I should burn this whole place down while they sleep. Then all my problems would be solved.
I’m so mad. If I could summon fire, I actually would burn this place to a crisp. I snatch the broom out of the corner I put it in last night, knowing that not completing this task will result in more than just my ribs hurting… except the ashes are gone.
“What in the world?” I gasp. The cuffs on my wrists burn, making me yelp. I rub at my wrists and shift the cuffs as much as I can. To my surprise, I see burn marks there. “What the hell is happening?” This feels like magic. There’s no other explanation, but how?
I stand for a moment and consider, but nothing I can think of makes any sense. Then I turn to go make breakfast. Magic I don’t have time for. Survival is the only thing that’s going to get me through this… until I can find a way to escape.
TWELVE
Forrest
I swipe the moisture from my face as I wake up. I haven’t had that dream in years. I haven't talked about my dad in years either.Damn it.
Waking up in tears is the last fucking thing I want to do around the other fae princes, so, of course, that’s exactly what happened.Why, though?I curl my hands into fists, willing myself to shake away the dream.
Then, I remember. I must have dreamed about my father because of my conversation with the princes last night. But unlike every other time that I’ve dreamed about the bear attack, Cassia was there. Her compassion made it a little easier to get through. Even now, I swear I can still feel her touching me. Still smell her scent.
