The finger in my arse slowly withdrew with a twist that left a little burn to remind me where he had so boldly invaded. Kheelan drew my legs down around his hips and stood back up, taking the dominant stance looking down at me. He leaned until he was so close to my sweaty, flushed face that he could stare at every emotion that crossed my mind.
"Did you think I was going to fuck your sweet pussy? Not all of your Marks are interested in seeding your womb," he crudely said.
I was going to remind him that I had gotten a shot that tanked my fertility for precisely this reason but Kheelan wasn’t going to be doing any fucking now so informing him would be pointless. He sounded angry, as if I had seduced him into giving me that orgasm. It made me feel dirty.
I focused on the magic binding my wrists and let my anger break me free, just like the last time. Grabbing onto one of his shoulders for balance and that Fae braid that drove him crazy as well as to take control over his head, I smirked at him. Read that ‘fuck you’ off my face.
He tried to smirk back at me but I caught the flash of vulnerability in his eyes once more, a widening of surprise and dilation of his pupils that he quickly blinked away.
"I've already finished so that's a no to the buggering. Next time, start out with using your tongue more wisely if you want to stick any part of your body in mine, or else, you will be getting more practice using your fingers on stroking your own seed out all over your belly," I said, shifting my legs as I held onto his shoulder and got myself off him and feet back on the ground.
I could be as crude as he, but I doubt he liked the taste of it any more than I had. It would be a cold day in hell before I ever asked Kheelan to fuck me.
"If that is all, princess, I would appreciate it if you stopped fingering my braid," he said.
What? He made it sound so carnal. I unwound the braid from my fingers and wondered if it was a cultural thing or this was something like the erogenous fangs.
"Are we done, or do you still want to play dress up?" I asked, crossing my arms over my naked chest. I refused to hunt around in front of him for my clothes. Bending over while he was still aroused might have unintended consequences. "I have questions and Loren promised you would talk," I added.
“Did he?” Kheelan said, stepping closer to back me up into the tree again. “Were you planning to fuck the answers out of me or torture them from my lips?”
I had already tried to attack Kheelan’s abrasiveness head on. Perhaps a change in tactics was due, something he would never see coming.
“If plan A fails there is always plan B,” I said, refusing to look down as he loomed over me.
“Plan B?” Kheelan mocked.
I put my hand on his chest and gave a gentle nudge.
“B is for-” I dropped to my knees. “-begging.”
For once, Kheelan didn’t have anything to say back.
“Please, save me,” I whispered.
Chapter 10:
I never thought I would beg one of the arrogant Fae for anything, not even for my own life when I had seen Kheelan so horribly beaten by his father and then I had been threatened with execution.
Sufficient motivation just required me to remember who needed help the most. I would do anything for my family. Kheelan ought to be able to relate.
Shockingly, he didn’t, laughing at my desperate plea. It was short and mocking. "Stand up and get your arms out. I've seen your luscious tits enough times to have their weight and size memorized, but there is the matter of ensuring I cover up a few reminders of your tumble with the stable boy."
Did he just ignore me? And what the heck did he mean by stable boy?
“I’m begging you on my knees,” I said, in case he had suddenly been struck blind and deaf.
“Princess, you should never lower yourself or beg,” Kheelan said, sounding angry. “Get up now, or I’ll put you over my knee until you’re truly begging.”
What? He was threatening me for showing emotion? I grabbed onto his shirt and pulled myself up. Kheelan could not be bribed. I was thwarted, but it wasn’t over. My mouth was still free to plead my case.
“Loren said he is willing to try to heal my mother,” I said, stating things simply.
This time Kheelan paused before replying and I knew he had heard me. “Aeric mentioned she has unusual frailties for her age, even in a human. Is this the genetic illness that worries you?” he asked.
So, I wasn’t being completely ignored, just made to talk off my knees.
“Yes, and it is fatal in the end stages,” I shared, feeling awkward because Kheelan was almost stone-faced as we talked about something so painful for me.
“You came here searching for Loren to heal her?” Kheelan said, still keeping things matter of fact. It was like a cop reviewing a statement for accuracy. I wanted to shake him. “Why not ask Loren when he came to you? I was told Falin didn’t show up until later and that provided an understandable distraction, but Loren would have listened when he first came upon you if you beseached him with those eyes.”
It was a good thing all of my Marks were such gossips. It saved a lot of rehashing events. I hoped they understood this also meant I could talk about them all I wanted, too.
“Loren shoved me face first into a tree,” I said, sure he hadn’t shared that little detail.
One of Kheelan’s eyebrows arched up.
“He also threatened to steal me and used magic on me,” I added. The magic had been a ‘don’t look here’ that I had asked for but I hadn’t intended it to be used to hide me from my family.
“Why trust him with such an important request now?” Kheelan said.
It was a fair question. Was I leaping too quickly to accept Loren’s help?
“He is here,” I answered, quite truthfully.
Should I mention my father and the whole quest-like search that forced me back into Faerie without much of a plan? Loren must have kept that secret from Kheelan after the warning he delivered to me.
“Loren is not under my orders. He is free to help your mother and his healing is quite good,” Kheelan said. He looked over my shoulder, obviously pondering something. “It would likely be a more successful attempt if your mother was brought here.”
I appreciated that Kheelan was giving my problem consideration and honestly advising me. It made up a bit for his earlier insensitivity. Perhaps Kheelan really was bothered by me pleading on my knees.
“Loren mentioned bringing my mother into Faerie as well,” I said.
Stormy eyes shifted back to mine. “Your timing is less than perfect.”
“Also mentioned,” I replied.
“What do you want from me?” Kheelan asked.
He looked every bit the prince he denied, gazing down at me with disdain. I felt like an urchin begging for a crumb of his affection, but forced myself to take a deep, calming breath. There was something here underneath Kheelan’s response I wasn’t seeing. I suspected my begging had triggered something inside of him.
Kheelan couldn’t be forced, seduced or begged. Guilt might be the key to his aid, and if not, I wasn’t above employing the best currency of all for the Fae, a bargain.
“You owe me,” I slowly enunciated. His eyes tightened but he didn’t say anything. “I am here to collect.”
Kheelan smiled at me. It gave me the chills despite his gorgeous looks, so reminiscent of Aeric. This was no boy prince I was trying to coax into helping me. I was screwed, and I’m pretty sure that is what his sexy smirk was telling me. Kheelan’s perfect lips could even curse beautifully, although I didn’t understand the exact words he used as he spoke in Fae.
“I’ll be giving you everything you’re owed, princess,” he finished, changing back to English.
No problem picking out the threat in that statement. I hadn’t expected Kheelan to like having his back to a corner. It had gotten his attention.
“Start with explaining why you came after me, Marked me and left me to take the fall when you betrayed Dain. Also, explain your feud with
Dain, and like why didn’t you guys even recognize each other anyway? Are you planning to kill your crazy King? Is Aeric going to take the throne? Will there be a war or more of a family squabble?”
Kheelan raised a finger to my lips and silenced them.
“Information is a valuable commodity to be bargained for when you have so little to offer in trade,” he said.
“I’m owed,” I reminded him, narrowing my gaze to his stormy eyes.
“Aeric is the prince with the golden favours,” Kheelan said. “Two for my Mark, I believe,” he added.
“Aeric didn’t betray me,” I said.
“I ensured I would be imprisoned with you and enabled your escape. Loren would have taken you to safety if the fox hadn’t shown up,” Kheelan revealed.
He meant I hadn’t been in real danger. Didn’t he know what I had done to save his ass? Orin made it sound like some sort of magical engagement. As soon as I fucked one of my Claimed Marks it would bind us all together. Dain got screwed out of revenge.
Now wasn’t the time to tell Kheelan if he was unaware of my sacrifice. I hadn’t done it for his gratitude. It had felt like the right thing and if I traded it for information, then the act would be cheapened.
I didn’t need to bargain with Kheelan to get him to talk. I had other ways.
“Keep your secrets,” I said.
Kheelan sighed and backed up. “We all promised that one day we would teach you more of what you want to know, so be patient.”
I was the soul of patience. It was wrapped around me so tight that I had to fight to take each step towards figuring things out. What I really needed was to lose my patience and the inhibitions inherent with my ignorance. I wasn’t going to stumble around until someone took pity and untied my hands, removed my blindfold and set me free with the information I needed. Kheelan was going to be poked at his sides until he rolled over.
“Take your time sorting out your lies. It would be embarrassing to hear you trip over your own tongue,” I said.
“Hands out to the sides,” Kheelan ordered, ignoring my jibe.
I obeyed, so ready to get this over with so I could get back to the twins. There was time to work on Kheelan’s refusal. Loren had said they were on their way to do something that may take a few days, which was all I needed to prod Kheelan into giving into me.
“Tell me about your mother,” Kheelan said.
I was caught by surprise, lowering my arms until Kheelan made a little noise of discontent. He didn’t want to share but I was expected to blubber my fears to him?
“Aeric says she has a lovely laugh,” Kheelan prompted as I stood there.
My mother didn’t laugh pretty, she chortled with amusement she couldn’t contain, it poured out of her and infected anyone close with her joy. If I closed my eyes I could pretend both of us lost a couple decades and we were laughing at the monkey antics at the zoo.
“Falin made her laugh,” I replied. “He’s her favourite because he’s not afraid of breaking her.”
“I’ve never heard your laugh,” Kheelan said.
“Your grumpiness is only so amusing,” I retorted. “Do you know any knock-knock jokes?”
“Orange you going to open the door?” Kheelan deadpanned.
I tried to choke it back. I don’t even know how a Fae would hear a knock-knock joke, especially one kids learned. It came down to his expectant eyes looking at me. I couldn’t disappoint him.
I snorted my amusement getting a smile from him. He poked my belly unexpectedly and I laughed out loud.
“That’s cheating,” I said over my giggles. I couldn’t believe Kheelan had literally done what I had been figuratively planning.
“Can you read minds?” I asked, suspicious.
“Mind reading isn’t a real power, princess,” he mocked.
Fat lot he knew.
“You can eat lightning but telepathy is a shock?” I mocked back.
His lips twitched. “There is a god named after me. Who’s the god of mind fuckery?”
“Why your brother-” I paused for effect. Kheelan’s eyes shuttered so fast it was as if someone had smothered the fiery amusement we had going on with a bucket of ice water. I swallowed and finished my joke. “-Loki is the god of trickery.”
“We’re Fae, not mythological gods. The only way to get into your mind is a blood spell and your willing permission. Some Fae can steal a few of your memories or dreams, but mind reading is a real fairytale,” Kheelan said.
He clammed back up when I stopped smirking and listened attentively. I knew Kheelan could be made to talk.
“Was that so hard?” I said.
“What?”
“Telling me something,” I said, although he still was wrong. Orin had them all fooled.
“I’ll have to extract a price for your new knowledge. Ticklish?” Kheelan asked.
Damn it. Aeric must have talked after he found out my weakness from the twins.
I clapped my hands across my chest, lowering my arms in a defensive position. “I hate tickling,” I said. “Also, your knock-knock joke was lame. I should exact a price for having to listen to it.”
“Isn’t that the point? Silliness is the cornerstone of knock-knock jokes.”
He wasn’t wrong. I still wanted to know where he had heard of kid’s jokes and what made him play with me when normally he was such an asshole. Did I even know Kheelan at all?
“Just don’t poke me again,” I said, giving myself a protective squeeze. “Are you going to dress me up or not? It’s a bit chilly for a striptease.”
Kheelan’s eyes dropped to my covered chest as if he could see the pointed nipples hidden under my crossed arms.
“Arms out,” he ordered again.
“Can’t you just wave your hands around and say abracadabra?”
This got a cold shoulder, Kheelan ignoring me while he bent down and started to gather my clothes up. He turned and piled the pieces by my feet.
“Can I put my normal clothes on and your glamour will go on top like a costume?” I asked, arms out like requested.
“No.”
Well that denial hadn’t left any wiggle room.
My arms started to ache from holding them so stiffly out and my naked boobs were turning into snow cones with icy nibs sticking out for the cherry topping. If my teeth started chattering, I was done cooperating.
Now, Kheelan was busy searching around the forest for some leaves, sticks, and I think he just grabbed some spider’s web. Hopefully, the owner had abandoned it. Did Fae magic need gross things like newt’s eyes?
I crossed my arms back over my chest. I hated spiders.
Kheelan’s magic was so god-like that there was really no comparison to witches. I honestly had never seen anything as stunning as Kheelan’s arcing lightning. If Aeric’s magic was anything like his older brother’s, I could understand how it brought me to my knees.
I might have to eat a little humble pie if I saw Aeric again.
“Get back into position,” Kheelan snapped at me, snagging my bra from the pile at my feet with his web-holding hand.
I didn’t need a bra.
“Are you sure you’re ready, or do you need more time to get it up?” I said. I got the annoyed glance I was looking for, then added, “Your magic seemed like the type ready to fire at a moment’s notice, but maybe it needs charging first?”
He held the hand without my spidery bra palm up and let a flickering ball of lightning hover over it. “Opposite problem, actually. I’m all wound up with energy to burn,” he said. The power flickered in his eyes, making them truly stormy.
Do not poke Fae with shocking powers should be as obvious as don’t stick your tongue on the frozen chain-link fence. Good thing I ignored common sense when it suited me.
“I will wrap your arms in your dress so you can continue hugging your modesty if you don’t move them now,” Kheelan said, bringing my attention back to his orders. The earlier playfulness was nowhere to be found in Kheelan’s sharp look.
I already had a pair of bloomers, I think they were called, long cotton and lace underwear that looked like thin shorts. They covered me from my waist to below my knees. Unlike shorts, they were awfully drafty, and since Kheelan had given me oral after using his magic to make them for me, I figured they were more similar to my crotchless panties than any shorts I would wear in public. If there was going to be a big dress over them, then I guess it didn’t matter.
“Why is a dress necessary again?” I asked, holding my arms out. I didn’t need my arms to be wrapped mummified across my chest in a tight dress.
“We would like to go to a town and Loren thought you might prefer a dress to handcuffs and a collar, but I’m willing to accessorize you otherwise,” he replied, approaching with my bra. No way he knew how to put that on me properly.
I had overheard them talking about being a Dark Fae like an offense worth imprisonment. I guess they had been serious.
“Wait. Shake it for spiders first,” I said, letting my arms drop back to my sides. “I can put my bra on myself.” It would be more expedient.
I barely got a flash of warning from the tightening of his fist crushing my bra and any creepy inhabitants dead before he got right in my face, free hand reaching down to loop around my hips and yank me against him.
“You need to get clothes on before I’m tempted further to give your bottom exactly what you are asking for with your games, princess,” he whispered into my ear.
Did he mean to spank or bugger me? That oblique threat was clarified as he bent over my chest and licked my cold nipples, giving each a nip. I felt the lust fire up between us as if I hadn’t already orgasmed.
“My resistance to the Claim will only stretch so far before I snap,” he said as he rose back over me. “It would be wise not to truly test my control.”
Clothes were vital. I put my arms out. That little revelation was gold. Kheelan was as hot for me as I was for him. Why he was fighting it might be a question better posed to Loren if I wanted an answer.
Kheelan wound the bra band around my chest, but didn’t bother with the arm straps or cups, speaking the Fae words to spell my clothing into something new.
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