“Or I will visit with you,” he answered. He was uncomfortable with these questions and her lack of fortitude. He had to keep reminding himself that she was new and young to boot. Too young. He had wanted to wait and tell her about him and how they lived but it did not work out that way. She nodded bravely and she was then distracted by the castle. She had never been in a castle such as this. The one in Normandy was small compared to this. There were many things that she had not done, and he could not wait to show her. “If I remember, there is something that I warned you about,” he said playfully, and her eyes, the color of the summer grass, lit up.
“Yes, I do believe there was. I cannot remember what it was,” she said just as playfully as he pulled her up the steps, ignoring the greetings of the servants and whatever guests were still permitted to stay.
“Then let me remind you,” he said huskily as he pushed the door open to her bedchamber and ushered her inside. “This is yours.”
Her eyes went wide in astonishment. “Just mine?” she said.
“Yes, of course,” he said and then remembered that this room was probably as large as the entire cottage she had lived in before.
She threw her arms around him and he twirled her around, closing the door with a loud thump, and carried her over to the bed where he let her drop gently to the floor. He ran his hands up her thighs, bunching up the skirts of her gown. Her lips parted, a mesmerizing darker red, which was a sign of a healthy appetite of fresh human blood. He kissed her, moving his hands further up her thighs until he was squeezing her pert buttocks. She yelped softly as he bit her lip with his fangs down. He turned her around and ripped the gown from her, splitting the seams until it fell to the ground.
“You are going to have to stop doing that,” she said over her shoulder at him. “I am running out of gowns to wear.”
He laughed softly. “You will never have to worry about running out of anything ever again, my sweet. I will look after you for eternity.”
She sighed as he stroked her shoulders and down her arms and then, pulling her to him, he bit into her, tasting her blood that was just like her. So sweet. He flexed his hand, aching to touch her, but he couldn’t like this. He had to settle for either biting her or touching her. He hoped one day he could do both. To feel her wet and inviting as he took her blood, the thought made him moan softly and she gasped. He released her from the bite and the second his claws were gone, he delved his fingers into her, kissing her softly over the healing wound. She arched her back and his other hand found her breast. Her perfect, small breasts, which he could suck on for hours. He wanted to take her like this right now. He bent her over, telling her to stay in place and he quickly got himself free. He stroked himself a couple of times before he pushed himself inside her. She was so wet and so tight it made his balls ache. He moved his hand into the golden thatch of hair between her thighs and gently pinched the nub that he found nestled there. She squeaked as a shiver went over her as he rubbed her, his fingers slippery with her desire as the hard length of him was pounding into her. He felt her tighten and throb around him and with a loud groan, he let himself go, spurting inside her, unable to hold on any longer.
His thoughts end there as he is now outside Sebastian’s door. He doesn’t bother to knock as he pushes the door open. His boy is waiting for him, as he knew he would be. It has been many years since they were together in this way. Decades even. It has been even longer than that since Constantine was with a man other than Sebastian. He wonders briefly what Aefre would make of this side to their relationship. Knowing her voracious sexual appetite, she would revel in it. Watch them take each other greedily, before she made them take her the same way. With that thought dancing nicely in his head, he closes the door with a soft smile that his beloved boy returns.
Chapter 4
Kingdom of the Dark Fae, March 2013 - Liv
Who knows how long I have been sitting on this mud floor? Time seems to have no meaning here. I wonder if they even have clocks or calendars for that matter. It seems like awhile anyway. Long enough that I have fallen asleep and woken up and had a visit from Remiel in the process. Turncoat. I should have known he wasn’t to be trusted. Still, my sire is safe, and I am sure he will comply with my request to not try to rescue me. Can’t say the same about any of the others. I wonder how they will decide since democracy is not high on Constantine’s list of favorite things. As I sit here for longer and longer, I can only assume that they have taken me at my word and left me here. Which is fine, but I am getting bored. If Drake doesn’t turn up soon, I might go mad. Maybe that’s his plan? Maybe he knows I am here already?
I sit and twiddle my thumbs, fiddling with my charms and my rings and then he appears. In a puff of smoke just outside the bars of the cell, he is there. Drake. King of the Dark Fae and my father.
“Well, well,” he says with a smirk. “I knew you would be capable; I just didn’t think you would do it.”
I stand and face him. “Does this make me worthy?” I sneer at him, giving as good as I get.
He laughs. “Oh, yes. I would say that I am proud but…” He shudders. “You are still behind the bars and a crossbreed that makes my skin crawl.”
“Oh, really? If I am such an abomination why did you come to find me? I was doing just fine without you. Better even,” I tell him.
“Yes, I am sure you were. However, you are clearly my daughter and as much as I would like to deny you, that seems impossible,” he says.
I stand right in front of him, the bars separating us by inches. “Deny me. I dare you,” I say to him and he laughs.
“Oh no, my dear. You are mine and you will take your place in this Court,” he says firmly.
I grab him by his tunic front and pull him towards me. He flinches against the iron, but it doesn’t burn him. Must be a King thing. “Do you really want to test me?”
He grabs me back and says, “Do you really want to test me?”
“Might be fun, I’d like to see how I measure up against a Fae King,” I say confidently.
“Oh my girl, you will take your hands off me right now before I take them off for you. Make no mistake that I hold any affection for you. You are here to do a duty and nothing more,” he says mildly.
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nbsp; “Whatever,” I say, sounding just like a petulant teenager and letting him go, but not before I do massive power pull on him and free myself from the cell.
He starts in surprise and then laughs. “There you go. All it takes is the right motivation.”
“In that case, I will be leaving now. I have places to be, people to see, that kind of thing,” I say.
“You aren’t leaving,” he says.