Page 16 of Fae Torn


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I kept my hands curled between our bodies, my frigid face stuck to his collarbone. His scent in my nose, his heartbeat in my ears, I drifted back to sleep.

When I woke up again, the temperature had dropped further. Fingers of frost crept up the walls, and my hair was tangled with ice. My breath hung in the frozen air, and I shivered as the desperate need for warmth clawed at my bones.

Than’s eyes met mine, dark like the shadowed corners of our prison. He knew as much as I did that we were approaching the end of the line.

“Than,” I whispered, rubbing my bare arms in an attempt to fight off the cold. His sturdy frame moved closer, clad in thin clothes that did little to protect against the chill.

“Let me help you,” he murmured, his voice low and gravelly. The sound of it wrapped around me like soft leather, coaxing warmth from within. His raw masculinity made my breath stop.

His rough hands slid along my waist, pulling me to him. Our bodies pressed together tighter, sharing what little heat we had against the merciless ice. As our breaths mingled, my fingers found their way into his thick, brown hair. I drew him nearer until our lips met.

Than’s tongue explored the depths of my mouth, staking his claim. I wanted to protest, but what was the point? If he didn’t mind my dungeon breath, why should I? At least we scrubbed our teeth every morning and evening with the cloths that our invisible benefactor left.

“Fuck, Beth,” he groaned, desire dripping from his words like honey. “You’re so goddamn beautiful.”

He was delusional, but so what? What he was doing made me feel warm all over. His powerful hands gripped my hips, pulling me flush against him until his rock-hard cock pressed into my lower abdomen. My cunt clenched, anticipating the intrusion I’d learned to crave.

“Please, Than.” My voice trembled with lust.

That simple phrase shattered his control. I didn’t waste any more thoughts on my previous lovers, on Bleddyn or the delectable Daeary. They weren’t here, holding me. Than was. He’d help me get out of here, or more likely, he’d hold me when I breathed my last in this goddamn ice cellar. The thought made me squeeze my eyes shut with terror.

Than noticed, and he wasn’t having any of it. Without wasting another moment, he pulled me to my feet, pushed me against the wall and lifted my leg to wrap around his waist. His cock, so thick and throbbing, slid easily into my slick heat. A guttural moan escaped my lips as he filled me completely, stretching my cunt to accommodate his girth.

“Shit, you’re so tight,” he rasped into my ear, gritting his teeth in pleasure. With each thrust, I could feel him reaching deeper inside me, hitting that spot that made me clench tighter around him. It was a delicious mix of pain and ecstasy that sent shivers down my spine.

I wasn’t thinking of dying anymore. No, my thoughts were consumed with being filled, each shove of his giant cock pushing me closer to my release.

“Harder,” I begged, my nails digging into the corded muscles of his back. He obliged, slamming into me with a force that drove the breath from my lungs. Every ounce of warmth we shared was amplified, giving us the illusion of melting the icy prison.

“Fuck, Beth, I’m close,” he growled, sweat beading on his forehead as he continued to pound into me. My own orgasm was building, a storm of pleasure about to break free.

“Come with me, Than,” I urged, desperate to find that blissful release together. With a final, earth-shattering thrust, we both tumbled over the edge, our cries echoing through the frozen chamber. Our bodies, entwined and spent, clung to each other amidst the merciless chill.

As our breathing slowed, the warm glow between us lingered. We slid to the ground, ignoring the ice creeping higher on the walls. For now, we were toasty, pressed against each other.

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A frigid gust whispered through the desolate cell, chilling me to the core. I shuddered, eyes fixed on where the girl and Than huddled together. Their love-making long over, their breaths mingled in frosty plumes.

I had listened to their stories spell-bound. She had sounded so sincere when she said she had not slain the old king. Than believed her, but I had met many in the courts who would lie so convincingly, you would trust them until their dagger was buried in your back.

From the shadows, unseen by guards and prisoners alike, I watched as the magic’s icy grip threatened to snuff out their lives. Hugging my body, I cowered under the chill that permeated me to the core. Within these frigid stone walls, even my water powers faltered.

Than had wrapped both arms around the little halfbreed, sharing what warmth his mortal body could provide. Only their trembling breaths disturbed the silence. A thick layer of frost obscured the iron bars, shielding the humans from the guards’ curiosity.

The girl’s eyes fluttered open, dark lashes dusted with ice. A wan smile curved her cracked lips as she glanced in my direction. Could she see me? But no, my magic would hide my presence from mortal gazes.

“Than,” Beth murmured, her voice a delicate flicker of warmth amidst the cruel prison air. “Do you think we’ll make it out of here?”

He brushed a strand of frozen hair from her face, his brown eyes softening. “I promise you, kitten—we’ll find a way.”

The guards made their rounds, jeering insults and rattling their keys, the clamor masking their true intent. One paused before the cell, eyes glowing with malicious glee as he summoned a blast of frigid air. Yet he did not dare enter the room.

I threw up a shield of water to deflect the attack, freezing droplets forming a barrier between the prisoners and their tormentor. He hurled another blast in frustration, fury etched into the lines of his face, then stormed off with a curse.

There was no food for the two prisoners. The cell plunged into silence once more, but I remained on alert. These guards answered to Prys, and he would stop at nothing to break the girl’s body and spirit.

As the biting wind grew colder still, the ice encroached upon the very air they breathed, threatening to extinguish the spark of life that burned within them. With every passing moment, I felt my powers wane, the torrent of my abilities reduced to a feeble trickle.

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