Shattered (Mists of the Fae Book 9)

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by Jaime Marks


  This was the one area where he knew he was strong enough to rule her. He couldn’t hope to beat her in battle, and really he never wanted to, but this was his arena. There were only maybe six alive that could best him in it. She wasn’t one of them.

  Rav watched in satisfaction as she slowly rose to her knees, glaring at him as he used his essence to position her.

  “You enjoy it when I take you down a peg, sweets. You always have.” He gripped her by her hair as he held her gaze. “And you always will.”

  When she didn’t argue he loosened the ties on his leathers and freed his cock, rubbing it along her lips. “Open, take me in your mouth.” Thinking better a moment he held her fast. “And I swear, sweets, if you don’t behave yourself you’ll need the infirmary ‘til I’m done with you.”

  She stared up at him with unconcealed rage and he smirked rubbing the tip of his sex over her lips again. Reluctantly she opened and he thrust deeply, catching her by surprise enough to cause her to gag. He pulled back and thrust in again, pressing deeper.

  “Your Fae is too soft, treats you too delicately for those warrior tendencies of yours, and I can tell they’ve only grown stronger since your awakening,” he continued taunting her as he fucked her mouth. “But you know that don’t you? That’s why you’re here with me instead of at your Bonding Ritual. You couldn’t go through with it after you realized you couldn’t deny me, could you? Once I showed you how much you hungered for what I give you, you craved it. Didn’t you baby?” He pulled out her of mouth, allowing her to catch her breath so she could speak. “Answer me, Steph.”

  “No,” she choked. “I…I can’t keep betraying him.”

  Tears streamed down her face and it was beautiful. He didn’t want it to be this way. He wanted her to come to him freely, but he was sick of watching her slowly wither in the hands of a male who couldn’t give her what she needed. A male who forced her to fit into a mold, not truly seeing her enough to even realize how much she was struggling.

  His gaze narrowed, piercing through her as he slowly seized control of her mind while he explained it to her. It was the truth really. Without some sort of forced stability she spiraled out. He’d seen it happen too many times.

  “That’s because you need this, Steph. You betray him because you need the way I control you. You need the structure I give you when I decide everything so you don’t have to worry, so you can just enjoy, and it’s not just sex. It’s everything. You need that safety net I give you.”

  “But you destroyed me Rav! I hate how you treat me. I don’t need you. I need you to let me the hell alone!” She cried shaking her head.

  He gripped her hair tighter, forcing her to look up at him. “Then why are you here, baby? Why call me? Why let me in to have free reign if this wasn’t what you wanted? Admit it to yourself, sweets. You enjoy this. You need someone who can handle this part of you, who will take care of you and give you what you need. No matter how much you want him to be, that Fae, with his delicate sensibilities, isn’t it.”

  “No, no…I’m Fae. This is wrong,” she sobbed as he held her steady.

  “Then use that considerable power you hold and break free, baby. We both know you how strong willed you are. If you really didn’t want this, you’d be able to stop me with the distance between us. You have enough defenses and strength,” he taunted.

  She fought him a and he waited. The truth was with her strength she could force him out if she really tried. He shouldn’t have given her an out, but he needed her to understand. He needed her to see the truth, to know how much he really did care about her.

  When she relented, surrendering to him and as the fight went out of her, he finally took a breath. She’d let him in. She was his. Letting his essence root deeper into her mind, he took the control they both needed.

  “That’s it baby, just let go. Give yourself to me.” He kissed her head. “It’s time you understood how this is gonna work now. Who am I Steph?”

  “Ravyshyn,” she whispered.

  He smiled a moment. “Good girl, but that isn’t what I meant. Who am I to you?”

  “I…I don’t know,” she admitted.

  He smirked ripping her up by her hair. “I’m your Master, Steph. I own you. You’re mine to use and do with as I see fit and you will obey me. Do you understand?”

  She shook her head, fighting against his hold, but he levelled the full amount of control he held on her now and she slowly eased into it. The fight left her eyes and only the lust and desire she felt for what he could do to her remained. It was enough for now. Eventually she’d understand and accept it. It wouldn’t always need to be this way, but after her betrayal he held no remorse for taking her this way.

  “Who am I Steph? You will say it or I’ll punish you.”

  “M-my Master,” she submitted, collapsing at his feet when he released her. The effort she was exerting to fight against him was exhausting her. She wasn’t trained in how to combat him like this.

  He knelt beside her and gently stroked her hair. “That’s right baby, I am. Stop fighting me. You’ll only tire yourself out and I’m not done with you yet. We’re bound, sweets. There’s no escaping me now,” he promised, despite knowing that their awakenings had diminished some of the effects he used to enjoy, but she didn’t need to know that. Once he had her back it wouldn’t matter anyway. “You don’t really want to fight me anyway, Steph. You want to do what you think you’re supposed to do, but you’ve always had Darker tastes, sweets. I know how you fight it, how you deny it. It tears you apart, but you don’t need to worry about that anymore. I’m gonna fix it, baby. Once I have you in my arms and we solidify this you’ll always be mine.”

  She sobbed softly and he could only smile. He generally hated her in this sort of pain, but now he would feed on it. She’d been a spoiled fucking brat and defied him at every turn. He wasn’t nearly done punishing her for it. Just thinking about the way she’d given herself to that Fae set him on edge. It was enough to incite his rage and he wanted her to pay for it.

  Testing his control Rav taunted her, “What a beautiful trophy you’ll make when I present you to my sire. Undress so I can give you what you need, baby.”

  She fought every command he leveled, but he could feel the way her mind eased as she slowly relinquished control, allowing him to open the bond further. She needed this when the world got to be too much for her. When she gave herself over, after the fight went out of her, it gave her a sort of release from all that stress and pain she hid. The fight gave him what he needed, the aftermath what she needed. Even without sex it had been the perfect arrangement, until she decided to betray him for that Fae.

  When she stood there naked, her body presented for him in all it’s beauty, he used his essence to bind her. As much as he enjoyed the fight, right now he wanted her to feel how much she needed this.

  “My tough little warrior, so helpless and beautiful. This is so much easier in your mind. I imagine we’ll both be bruised from our time together once I have you to myself again. Don’t worry, by then I’ll have you predisposed to this and it will be much easier to let go, to give yourself to me.”

  He caressed her now ample breasts as he spoke, taking one in his mouth as he watched her struggle against his hold. He toyed with her tight nip a minute. “I think I’ll pierce these for you. Increase the sensation. Maybe even pierce you here.” He teased her clit watching her reactions. “It’ll help keep you wet and ready for me and any I decide to offer your beautiful body to.”

  She shook her head fighting violently now, her will just about breaking through his hold. “No! No, you promised me, Ravyshyn. You said never again.”

  “And you promised to behave and come with me. Punishments are in order,” he growled. “You’ll endure whatever I decide to do to you. Once I feel you’ve earned your place again I’ll turn you and have you by my side. Until then you will be my willing slave or I promise you’ll suffer. Do you understand, Steph?”

  Panic and fear rolled t
hrough her as she tried to pull away from him, but the bond held. He had all the power now. He wouldn’t release her until he was ready. He’d hold her here until he had his fill and knew she’d obey him when he let her go.

  Slowly he fingered her as he bit and suckled her beautiful breasts. She moaned despite how hard she was fighting him as he worked her into a frenzy of need. He rolled her onto her belly, positioning her how he wanted as he began to tease her tight ass with his tongue.

  She fought harder, like he knew she would. “No, please, please don’t, Rav. I’ll do anything, just not that.”

  He laughed to himself, knowing how much she was going to enjoy this once she finally let go. “You’ll do anything I want anyway. Besides, your body betrays you, baby. Even here in your mind you’re getting so wet from this. I know you don’t really want me to stop. I know how good this feels and you like that you have no choice but to feel and experience, that I force you to enjoy it despite how wrong you think it is,” he prodded as he began to slowly press his finger, slick with her juices, into the tight opening. “Fuck, you’re tight here, sweets…I need you to come to me, Steph. You need to find a way out of the Realm of Balance for me, baby, so I can touch you.”

  “I…I can’t…” She cried hesitantly. “I won’t.”

  “You will,” he replied simply forcing the finger deeper. “There, tell me that doesn’t feel good now. Let’s see how you enjoy a second.”

  Her head thrashed back and forth in denial but she pressed back into his touch as he worked his fingers into her and by the third she was moaning so deeply. She came screaming his name. The fight was slowly draining out of her.

  Rav, slipped into her tight core as he continued to work her ass and took her over twice more, soaking his cock in her sweet juice. “Just relax, sweets. If you don’t fight me, this will feel so good baby,” he warned before he pulled his hand away and began pushing his thick erection into her tight little ass.

  He’d make sure she’d feel this when she woke, but he wouldn’t leave the physical evidence. He wanted her to feel his touch every time she moved. She needed to feel him, to know the hold he had, but he wanted the joy of breaking her in once he held her.

  Rav groaned as he thrust into her, making her cry out. He fucked her like a damned beast. He was carnal and demanding, taking everything her little body had to offer with no remorse. It felt so fucking good and after all she’d done he was taking what he needed from her.

  “Who do you belong to sweets?” He demanded. “Who am I?”

  “You,” she sobbed in regret through her moans. “I belong to you, Ravyshyn.”

  “Who. Am. I,” he demanded slamming into her.

  “My Master,” she sobbed, completely destroyed emotionally.

  He ate it up. She knew he’d never let her go back to her pathetic King. It was only a matter of time before he could taste her again and he would use her like this every chance he had until the control he held over her was enough to bring her to him. Then the real fun would begin. He thought of her beautiful body, broken and beaten from his and Vilyn’s pleasure and it threw him over the edge as he filled her.

  When he finished he stood over her. For a moment he almost regretted how roughly he’d used her, but he reminded himself that she deserved this. She needed to learn her place, learn how things worked in his world. Once she was truly his, once her penance had been paid and she learned to trust him and obey, he could fix things. He could put things back how they were before he’d pushed her too far.

  His thoughts strayed to Kyle, the look of hatred on his face that morning, and pain sliced through him a moment. Things would never be how they were, not really. He shook it off. Such weakness wouldn’t serve him in this life. They didn’t have to be what they were, he’d make them better.

  “Rest for the rest of the day and recover from the damage I’ve done to your body. You’re probably sore from this morning and I was rough on you. Eat, take a bath, do whatever you feel you need to do, but stay the hell away from Mythos, Steph,” He demanded. “I mean it, sweets. I don’t want to have to punish you again. In the morning I want you to convince everyone that you’re fine and need some time alone. When you’re ready you’ll call me to you again. The only exception is if you can find a way out of the realm. As soon as you can break free I expect you to leave the Realm of Balance and reach out to me so I can come for you. Do you understand?”

  She nodded in her blissed out haze and he smacked her across the face. It was just hard enough to snap her out of it really, but he knew the shock of it would test the bond. “I expect you to answer me when I speak to you, Steph.”

  “Shit,” she cursed rubbing her cheek but looked up meeting him in the eye. For a second he thought she’d fight but instead she repeated what he’d told her. “I heard you. I’ll stay away from Mythos and take it easy until I can reach out to you in the morning. If I can leave the realm I will, but I can’t promise anything, Rav.” He held her sternly in his gaze a moment and she relented. “I understand, Master.” It was music to his ears.

  He would have to watch that he didn’t damage her mind too badly, but he was done toying with her. She was his and he would own her regardless. He didn’t want to completely break her will, but she would give in to him or he’d truly destroy her. She had yet to feel his rage, but his sweets was about to if she didn’t come to him soon.

  Chapter 24

  Narysia sat watching as they worked some odd ritual around the transfusion. It basically amounted to them sharing blood and some chanting. Kyle’s body glowed in an odd white hue as Staryana chanted with him and Byryn’s blood flowed into his veins. Wytheryn sat beside her, holding her hand as he waited.

  It had been the hardest thing to see him in pain like that. She’d tried to go to him but Kyle held her in place with his essence. It had freaked her out but luckily Staryana had explained it to her. She didn’t really understand what had happed or why, but they were afraid if she’d touched him while he was being attacked that it would hurt her too. If it would’ve made the pain easier for him to bear, she could’ve handled it, but she knew it would’ve just made the entire situation worse on Wytheryn.

  He measured her a moment. “Does this bother you? What I’m about to do?”

  “No,” she answered hesitantly considering it. “I mean, it’s a bit weird that Kyle’s gonna be your Dad when he’s only a little older than you, but it doesn’t really change anything. He’s kind of been acting like that with you anyway, so has Byryn really.” She didn’t really care what they did as long as it protected him and she never had to see him suffer like that again.

  He paused a moment, taking in what she said. “I’ll have to take your word for it I suppose.”

  Narysia turned to him. “What do you mean?”

  He shrugged. “I’ve never had a Father. Alayne took me from the Brood as an infant and raised me in service. I don’t consider the relationship we shared a Fatherly bond.” He turned back to the ritual. “I don’t really know what a Father is supposed to be.”

  They had that in common she supposed. “I guess I don’t really either. Mom never married and there was never another man or male after my Father died. I never met him, so, yeah. I just assume based on what I see around the Palace.”

  He nodded in understanding but motioned to Cymeryn and Marcus. “But now you have your brothers. They will always care for and protect you.” He looked up meeting her eyes, “You need not be bound to me. The bond is new enough that I could release you, set you free…if you wished it.”

  “Why would I want that?” She stared at him in disbelief. Was he really going to turn her away now?

  “You chose this life with me when you had no one but me,” he reasoned as he lowered his voice. “That’s changed. You have family now beyond me who would care for you. I do not know where this path I am on will lead. It may be that nothing changes, or this course may yet deliver us all into Darkness, poised against the Kings of Balance. Byryn and Kyle are where m
y loyalty will remain and whatever path they travel I have chosen to walk by their side. The rifts are already forming. I don’t wish to force this choice upon you. You only just found your brothers. It is unfair of me to put you in such a position against them.”

  She fell back against the couch, trying to decipher his true feelings. It was so difficult to read him at times. “Do you want to deny me, Wytheryn? Am I…” She hesitated shaking her head as she fought tears. “Is that what you want?”

  He turned to her in shock and pulled her close, seeing her tears. “Lazurys, no. Rysa, beautiful, I adore you. I feel things with you that I have never before felt, and I don’t want to release you, but I need to be fair to you. If this isn’t what you want, I won’t force you to stay despite all you promised me, Narysia. This is my life. It will always be my life, but it need not be yours. I explained to you who and what I am. I told you what this life might bring us. I am trying to offer you another chance. They,” he nodded to the twin Kings, “can offer you a far better life than I ever could hope to. A life without servitude.”

  She froze in realization. “You don’t think you’re good enough…for me?” She asked in disbelief. “You think you’re beneath…me?” She couldn’t fathom the idea. Until today she’d honestly been nobody and last night...how could he think she was better than him?

  “I am beneath you, Narysia. You are the sister of the Kings, daughter of Cymarcion, born of Lucerna. I am a boy whose Father did not even care enough to track him down, who was left to be raised slavery. I am bound in service and will always be unless I forfeit my life to Alayne’s wrath. Of course you deserve more,” he growled in frustration.

  “I’ve heard enough of this nonsense.” They looked up to see Grifyn standing above them with his arms crossed. “Do you not listen to us, Wytheryn? Because I am sure Byryn has made this point quite clear. Both you and Byryn are Verthyrion. Crystal, your Mother, was the daughter of Verithyous a Verthyrion, son of Meridythia a Cerulyion and Verthyrion. That means not only are you about to be Claimed as the son of the Prince of Light, not only are you the brother of the Prince of Night, but you are my cousin, you are Queen Stephynia’s cousin and you are even related to the Kings themselves through their Mother. You are not beneath us, son. You are one of us.”

 

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