“You could have warned me,” he uttered as he bent down and flicked his wrist, saving his loafers. I eyed his expensive suit and winced. I gazed around the room we were in; the sterile scent itched against my senses. Christmas lights covered the walls while creatures milled through the hallway that led into my room. “An entire day, Erie. You’ve been asleep for an entire day without any sign of waking the fuck up.” He answered my question without me having to ask it.
“Did you miss me?” I whispered as my eyes grew heavy.
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
“For one single person in any world to miss me,” I mumbled as I peered up at him. “Maybe, maybe not,” I shrugged as my tone grew stronger. “It’s almost easier alone.”
“You don’t know the difference,” he growled. “You’ve never been alone, ever. You’ve always had a Knight protecting you, even when you thought you were alone.”
“I don’t buy that,” I scratched out through the sandpaper of my mouth.
“Sit up, we’re leaving,” he ordered, and on cue, I did, even though it was a bit slow. My legs draped over the edge as I faced him, noting my lack of dress as I did so. He grabbed a gown, helping me into it before he placed a bathrobe around my shoulders and then cradled me in his arms as he headed towards the door. Footsteps sounded down the hallway and then Synthia was there, halting our clumsy escape.
“She isn’t well enough to travel,” she pointed out. “We have rooms here, upstairs. You may use one if you wish,” she offered as her eyes traveled over my disheveled appearance. “Eliran will be close if she has need of him as well if you remain here. She’s still healing, and in no condition to travel, Paladin.”
“I didn’t finish your wards,” I mumbled. I hadn’t finished, and she wasn’t letting me leave until I had, which just fucking figured.
“They’re working and rather well at that. What little that wasn’t finished is easy enough for the guards to patrol. I do not need you to finish, but I’d rather you stay to regain your strength than wade through Faery and its potholes in your current condition.”
I blinked and then stared up at Callaghan who considered her offer. He nodded but then paused. “She needs a bath and clothes to wear tonight,” he said gently, and I felt a strange sensation in my chest as he spoke softly to her.
“She can use some of mine, and the room I had made for you is accommodated with a pool in it. It’s larger than a condo in most large cities. It can soothe her aches as well, as it does have water from the Fairy Pools. Now, we can stand here all day talking, or you can follow me, and I will show you to it. Which option would you prefer, Erie?”
I lifted a brow and almost swallowed my tongue when she directed her question to me instead of Callaghan. “Here,” I admitted, hating being closer to him than I had to be.
“If you will, follow me; and Callaghan, put her down. Her feet work just fine, you oaf,” she threw over her shoulder as he started after her. He set me down, and I swayed on my feet, holding on to him to remain upright but noting she slowed as I started forward. I could have kissed her for giving me the respite from his touch, along with the name she’d called him. Maybe I did need a friend?
I followed her until she stopped in front of a set of doors and stepped to the side, allowing him to proceed as her eyes locked with mine. One moment I was dressed in a gaudy hospital gown and the next the sensation of butterfly wings fluttered beneath the robe as my hair rose with the awareness of magic being cast.
“A girl’s outfit is her first and best defense against a man,” she shrugged as I narrowed my eyes at her in uncertainty. “Use what the Gods gave you.”
I turned towards the room, watching as Callaghan did an inspection of the set-up before I turned and glared back at Synthia. “I’m not with him willingly. I don’t think my outfit will help out much,” I pointed out with a shrug. “I will kill him, eventually.”
She waved a single hand in the air, and everything around us froze. I gawked at the magic that vibrated around us, sizzling as it singed and popped. I struggled to close my jaw and get it up off of the floor, where it was trying to become a permanent fixture.
“Tell me what you see when you look at me, Erie,” she demanded as she crossed her arms, which pulsed with brands that vibrated with magic.
“A rich, spoiled bitch who has everything handed to her on a silver platter,” I chuckled, unafraid of flirting with death because I was very aware she was so much more than she was allowing me to see. “Someone who is loved,” I added, hating the heaviness in my chest as the words left my lips.
She silently raised a dainty brow and then slowly nodded. “What you see is what I allow you to see, so your assessment is fair. It’s easy to judge a book by a cover, but what lies beneath the cover isn’t always as pretty. I was like you are now,” she said as she held her other hand up when my mouth opened to argue our differences. “I was thrown away by my parents, but under very different circumstances. Mine were trying to protect me; yours are just heartless assholes who could use a blade through their hearts. But what happened to us is a lot alike. I was trained within the Guild to kill, to be the best at enforcing the laws. I was used, mistreated, and yet I am stronger because of it. I had little control over my destiny since others mapped out my life before I was ever conceived. You feel as if you don’t belong to anything because you’re a mix of two races, two races that don’t want you, and yet their fate lies within you. That’s your greatest leverage, Erie. You hold the fate of their world in the palm of your hand: Use it. We’re off point here, and he will not remain frozen for much longer. I run a sanctuary for the unwanted. I now run the Spokane Guild, a place where lost and unwanted things can find acceptance for their unique gifts. You’re lost, and right now you think I’m insane, which is legit fine with me. Life isn’t fair, but sometimes you have to take control of it yourself. You think the necklace holds you prisoner, but does it really?”
“I am unable to do anything other than what he tells me to with it on,” I growled.
“Anything he tells you to,” she nodded carefully. “But unless he tells you not to specifically do something, you’re not unable to. Down this flight of steps is a garden that leads to a portal, Erie. That garden is sacred and very important to me.” I blinked at her rapidly as the crease on my forehead furrowed. “Do not harm any of mine on your way out. And do not disturb the garden, either. Think my offer over and let me know when you come to a decision. And, Erie, Merry Christmas.” She smiled sadly before she waved her hand, unfreezing time before I could ask her what the hell she’d meant.
“This will work,” Callaghan said as he turned to look us, narrowing his eyes as he took in our positions. “Come to me, Erie,” he said, and my feet moved even though I wanted to run in the opposite direction. Once I was flush against his muscled chest, I stopped. His arms draped around me, pulling me closer. “We will remain here until dawn. Thank you for your hospitality, Synthia.”
“I’ll leave you to it,” she said, turning those purplish-blue eyes on me long enough that I worried my bottom lip between my teeth.
Chapter 10
The room was sheer elegance. My gaze slipped from the large four-poster bed that was swathed in wispy cloth which held a thousand tiny crystals that reflected the candlelight to the circle pool in the middle of the floor. White carpet covered that same floor, soothing against my aching feet as I eyed the indoor pool longingly.
“Strip, then get into the water, Erie,” he ordered. “You have blood and debris in your hair still.”
My hands moved to the robe, pushing it from my shoulders as a quick intake of breath sounded from Callaghan. Peeking up at him, I stalled or tried to as my hands lifted to the silver strings that held the bathing suit up around my neck.
“Leave it on,” he amended as he grabbed my hand and walked me towards the water. I was wearing a skimpy bathing suit which did little to
hide my body. It hugged my waist, crisscrossing over my chest to cover my breasts, but they were hardly considered covered. The bottom was a thong which exposed the gentle swell of my ass cheeks. “Gods,” he growled as he released my hand to allow me to slip beneath the water. I dug the pieces of gore from my hair and bathed quickly, ignoring his looming presence.
I stared up at him as I sank into the soothing, warm, rose-scented water. It was infused with healing powers that delved into my aching body. A gasp which unraveled as a moan escaping my lips and then the sound of clothes hitting the floor made me look up to find him stripping.
“There’s not enough room for you in here,” I grumbled.
“Then you can sit on my lap.”
There was plenty of room in the round pool, but Callaghan had a way of eating space with his full frame. My vision swam with lust as he slowly stripped and stepped into the pool of heated water. I swallowed hard, hating that I was stuck here with him.
“Like what you see?” he asked, and I bit into my tongue until I tasted blood.
“Yes!” a reply stole from my throat, filled with anguish at being unable to not answer him.
“Do you want to fuck me?” he asked with a smirk, his sexy, heated heavy stare making my body react in ways it shouldn’t have. It ached for him, even though I hated him.
“Uh-huh,” came out as a moan as I closed my eyes against the heat that mixed with hunger in his oceanic depths.
“Come to me,” he said thickly, running his tongue over his lips which caught my hungry gaze. I moved towards him, settling between his legs as his fingers found my chin and forced my head up until our eyes locked in silent battle. “Are you fully healed, Erie?” he asked, his other hand slipping beneath the water to rub his fingers against my heated core.
“I am,” I uttered before my mouth lifted to capture his, shutting up his stupid line of questions that I didn’t want to answer. His hands released me, raising to my hips as he rose, carrying me from the water with him. It splashed over the pristine carpet, sloshing everywhere as he took us to the bed.
The swimsuit top was removed, exposing my naked breasts as he lowered me onto the soft bed, never ending the soul-sucking, toe-curling kiss that both took my breath away and left me boneless. His arm pushed between us, ripping the swimsuit bottoms off while stealing a pain-filled yelp from my lungs.
I felt him pushing against my opening and for a split-second, my brain came hurtling back from space and I placed my palms against his chest, testing his weight and sheer strength as he pulled back, staring down at me.
“Tell me you don’t want this,” he urged.
“I don’t want this,” I replied instantly as his eyes narrowed and dropped to the necklace as he glared at it.
“Tell me what you want, Erie,” he changed tactics.
“I want you to fuck me like you hate me, bitch,” I snarled as I lifted my legs, winding them around his slim hips and pushed him inside as a scream of pain ripped from my lungs. “Now,” I pleaded as I rocked and twisted to accommodate him.
“Like I hate you?” he laughed huskily as he rolled us, gripping my hips as he lifted me and pushed me down further on his thick, vibrating cock. His magic pulsed through the air, thick and hot as it slid over my body. His hands continued to use my hips to guide my lithe form down on his rigid cock. “Ride me,” he demanded. “Don’t stop until you come for me.”
My hands landed on his broad chest, my hips moving as my feet rested against the bed, and it took seconds to combust and shatter. I whimpered as my eyes closed as his hands came up to knead and pinch my nipples before he spun us over, trading our positions. His hands gripped behind my knees, pushing my legs up until I groaned with how full he made me feel.
He rested between my legs, rocking slowly at first and then faster. “You want it rough, don’t you, sweet girl?” he questioned, and I agreed, watching his eyes darken to a dangerous hue of blue. “Jesus, you’re a hot fucking mess,” he groaned as he pulled out, only to thrust forward with more momentum. I whimpered at the deliciousness of pain and eroticism his movements caused. “You want me to hate-fuck you, don’t you? Because it will make it easier for you to hate me when the sun rises in the morning,” he purred thickly as his hands moved from my legs, slowly moving up my body as he leaned over.
His fingers caressed my throat before his mouth touched against mine, claiming them hungrily. His other hand moved to my hair, yanking it back hard, mercilessly as his kiss heated up until I no longer cared if he allowed air to fill my lungs. The fingers around my throat tightened, and fear licked the inside of my brain. If I’d had any common sense, it had long ago left me, so instead of bailing and begging him to stop, I growled; because I was kinda digging it, and sometimes you just had to test your own boundaries out.
His mouth left mine bereft as it moved away. His hands continued, one applying pressure as the other pulled my hair. He used it to move my body on his slick cock, using the juices he’d forced from me to slide in and out until all I could do was feel.
His hand slipped from my hair, reaching around my throat until he stole the air entirely from my lungs. Eyes burned into mine as he fucked me until I whimpered from lack of air as he fucked it out of me. Lights exploded behind my eyelids, from dying, I was sure. My lungs burned, but it didn’t fucking matter because I was quaking with every thrust of my body, which forced his into mine like a well-oiled machine. His mouth slammed against mine, teeth nipped my lip softly as I opened my eyes to fight against his hold. The moment his tongue entered my mouth, I inhaled as his hand released. I sucked the air he fed me deep into my lungs as my body shivered, the orgasm leaving me mindless and coming hard around his thick cock over and over as his magic played with my clitoris.
“You’re a fucking savage,” he growled. “You are as beautiful and wild as the land you were named after,” he murmured as he pushed me down, releasing my body from his as he positioned me how he wanted me. “And you’re mine, Erie, say it,” he purred thickly as he pushed my legs apart as he settled behind me.
“I’m yours,” I whispered barely above a breath.
His hand trailed up my back as he threaded his fingers through my hair, pulling me back until I was bent painfully, staring up at him. “I can’t fucking hear you,” he moaned as his cock entered me, filling me until I opened my lips on a moan. His mouth touched against mine briefly before he pushed me back down, gripped my hips, and fucked me hard and fast until all I could do was bury my face in the sheets, biting them as pain touched pleasure and became everything. I yearned for more, for him to reach the darkest places inside of me. I wanted it all, to feel him there with me, bringing light into the darkness I’d been born into. I lifted my ass, giving him further depth, and as I did it, my body lifted, and something hit the bed.
I lifted my head from the sheets and stared down at the necklace. My heart sped up as I grabbed it, hiding it in my palm until he tensed behind me, groaning as he found his release. He started to move, and I turned around, lowering my mouth to his cock. I licked the sensitive edge, slowly moving up his body with kisses. My teeth nipped against the silken ‘V’ that sat above his massive cock. I kissed all the way up until my mouth claimed his, hard. His hands moved to my hips, lifting my body up to savage me again, already hard and ready for more.
My hand threaded his hair. My arms settled around his neck as he slid my body onto his. I cried against the soreness and fullness as he hissed his approval. I retook his mouth, momentarily forgetting my purpose as pleasure burned through me, red-hot.
I pulled my mouth away, jerked the necklace over his head, and screamed, “Do not remove it!”
“The fuck?” he demanded as he pushed me onto the bed, staring down at his chest where the necklace glowed beside his other amulet. “You fucking bitch,” he snapped.
“Do not touch me,” I hissed as he lunged to do just that, still erect and full with his arou
sal as mine shone on his silken shaft. “You will not tell anyone you are wearing it. Understand?” I whispered thickly as I stood up, knowing he’d kill me now for sure. “Tell me you want me, Paladin.”
“I want you, but I don’t need the necklace to admit that,” he snarled as he stood up. His cock bounced as he walked towards me. “Tell me to fuck you again,” he hissed thickly. “Tell me to finish what you started and see what happens, little druid.”
“You think I won’t?” I laughed coldly. “Lay on the bed, on your back.”
I watched his spine stiffen as he moved to the bed and did as he was told. “Do you want me?” I asked, slowly prowling closer to him.
“I’ve never pretended otherwise,” he admitted. I stepped onto the bed, placing my feet close to both hips as I knelt down, straddling him. His hands didn’t move, he didn’t move. “Come on, big girl, say it.”
“So you can hurt me?” I asked carefully.
“No, so I can make you sore enough to remember who the fuck you belong to when you leave me here. So tomorrow, when you wince, you think of me, and the next day after it. I want to fuck you so damn hard that my dick is imprinted in your womb and you remember who claimed you first.”
“Fuck me,” I growled, not intending it as an invite. I was pushed down so fast that I wasn’t even sure how it happened. His body pounded with inhuman speed against mine until I was whimpering and screaming his name to the Gods above us. He rolled us, his mouth crushed against mine in a painful kiss, meant to punish. I brought my hands up to push his mouth away from mine, but his hands captured them, slamming them against the bed as he refused to release my lips. He was fucking me silent? I wasn’t sure if I should be okay with it, but fuck, he was sexy when he was pissed off! He pulled back far enough for me to gasp air and instead of issuing a command, I screamed… “Yes, fuck yes! Harder, you bastard,” I demanded, and he did.
Magic slithered up around my nipples, applying painful pressure. It pinched against my clit, sending my body twisting away from it as my already sensitive clit pounded with the impending orgasm. He jerked tautly, and I screamed as the hardest, most violent orgasm of my entire life bowed my back and shook the world around me as it tore through me. I moaned against his mouth, biting his full lip as he groaned and hissed as his own orgasm continued.
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