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But he’s made no move to use it on me, so I know better than to think I’m the one he’s hard for. In all likelihood, the psycho just loves spanking.
“And I, yours,” he confirms. “Fret not; exchanging energies doesn’t drain us nearly as much as magic. I could keep you locked in this pool for a whole month and fondle you, and you wouldn’t lose as much energy as you did when you used that naughty little power of yours to make my courts love you.”
I decide I don’t want to analyze why I’m not scandalized by the thought of being kept and fondled for a month. I’m an independent, modern woman.
“Power?” I wrinkle my nose. “I just sang. Anyone can do it.”
“You sang a song, and then you informed the lords and ladies of the unseelie court that you wanted to rest in a bath, and all rushed to leave.”
He makes it sound like a feat.
“I take it they’re not usually so obliging?”
“They are not, queenling.”
I’m sure I have a lot of other questions, but those fingers, still slowly exploring my butt, never giving me what I truly want, brush against my outer lips, and I shiver, losing all train of thought, and my ability to voice any. Again.
Infuriating man.He knows exactly what he’s doing, and he has no intention of lessening my ache.
“You’re right,” he says, yet against responding to my thoughts. “I don’t. I told you: brats don’t get to come. But you’re a greedy little thing, aren’t you? And you do have long days ahead of yourself. So, I will feed you, queenling.”
“Feed me.” I sound so fucking breathless. If he feeds on my feelings, and mine on his, that meansheintends to have fun, and leave me wanting. “So, you get to come and I don’t? How is that fair?”
“Oh, you thought this world was fair? Adorable.”
Someone who sounds like a knight out of an old book shouldn’t have the right to be so damn sarcastic at the same bloody time.
“Stay still, andif you’re good, I might just change my mind and let you come.”
I’d like to say I tell him to fuck off again, but he brings my upper body up, against his sculpted torso, lifting it in the water so the apex of my thighs is lined up with the long, delightfully thick, warm shaft between his legs and I. Stop. Breathing.
I’m just a pool of need and desperation. I’m fairly certain I’d beg if I could speak.
“Now where is that sassy little brat, huh?” he taunts, hips slowly rolling against me, so that his insane cock tease my entrance.
I can’t see, but I feel his free hand as it grasps his length, pointing it at my entrance.
Yes, please.
Except it couldn’t be that easy, of course.
Ryther proceeds to run the cock back and forth against my drenched folds, the heat and the hardness of it bringing frustrated tears to my eyes. He moves fast, his tip teasing my throbbing clit. I can’t help it; I start to grind my hips along with his.
“Tut, tut.What did I say, hm? Stay, queenling.”
“I’m not your fucking bitch!” I snap.
Ryther only laughs. “My bitches are better trained. Stay, or I’m leaving you hanging after I come all over your needy little folds.”
“Fine! I’ll take care of myself. It’s not like men usually manage the job anyway.”
“You truly believe I can be goaded into giving you what you want? How adorable.”
Without warning, he lifts me over the edge of the pool, my ass in the air. Before I can turn around, he’s right there against me, arms on either side, on the blue crystal. I rasp a moan as he uses his weight to thrust between my legs again.
“Get it into that thick head, queenling. The only way you get what you need is by obeying me.”
“I thought I was the future queen,” I remind him.
