CHAPTER TWENTY FIVE
BETH
I stared at him, shocked to the core. If Bleddyn was the royal enforcer, he’d played a horrible game with me. All the times he’d come to my rescue, he’d done it at the order of somebody at the royal court.
Once Amber and I had found a document that indicted HRH as a major player in the human trafficking conspiracy, the initials had loomed over me like a foreboding thunder cloud.
And now lightning had struck with Daeary’s revelation because “His Royal Highness” was either the prince or the king. My suspicions, those ugly thoughts I’d pushed away every time, they’d dug themselves into my brain. Little things said here and there came together into a bigger picture.
I couldn’t avoid the truth any longer. Bleddyn worked for the royal court. He was the royal enforcer. He also had the means and opportunity to travel to my realm. Was he the assassin who’d come after me and Amber?
My friend had told me her attacker was dead. But what if she was wrong? What if he was banging pots and pans in the kitchen, inveigling himself into my confidence until my guard was down, and he could finish the job?
I stood up so suddenly, I startled Daeary. “I can’t do this anymore. I’m sorry.”
Then I turned on my heels and ran upstairs as if pursued by demons. And maybe those demons had hunted me ever since I’d arrived in this realm without me even realizing it.
When I got to my room, I slammed the door shut. There was no lock, so I jammed a chair tightly against the handle. It wouldn’t protect me if Bleddyn was intent on breaking in. Sliding to the ground next to my bed, I stared at the door, waiting for it to splinter like in The Shining.
An overwhelming feeling of sadness rushed through me, followed by thoughts of, “How could he? How could he make me care for him when all he wanted was to get rid of me?”
Sitting there on the cold floor, I realized how much my plan to free Luke and Kenzy had depended on Bleddyn being there, cheering me on, backing me up.
When nothing happened other than my butt growing numb, I calmed down. Maybe I was a little overdramatic. If Bleddyn had wanted me dead, he could have done it many times during the last few days.
He could have left me for the trolls to eat in the mountains, or for the drunken guards to rape and strangle me. He hadn’t, but what if he’d followed orders?
Maybe the prince had waited to see if I was a threat to him. His father had welcomed me with open arms. What if Bleddyn’s orders had now changed?
My breathing grew choppy as I freaked out again. Eventually, though, my body and mind were exhausted. I struggled against sleep, forcing my eyes open until they were dry and gritty. At some stage, I lost the battle, sagging against the wall as I drifted off.
Much later, I felt myself lifted by strong arms and placed on the mattress. Pulled against a firm chest, I closed my eyes again, only to fling them wide open when a hand slipped between my legs. It didn’t move, but where it touched, my skin felt scorched, as if seared by fire fingers.
I tried to stay still, chasing my sleep, but it was no good. The longer the fingers rested against my folds, the more restless I became. Another hand slipped under my shirt, cupping my breast. The touch heated my nipple, and I bowed my back, pressing my chest into the teasing palm.
I tried to see who was playing my body so expertly. Both hands gripped harder, holding me in position effortlessly. “No, lamb. Do not turn around. Let me comfort you.”
His breath warmed my neck, and when he licked slowly against the tendon, I tilted my head to give him more space. He chuckled, the sound rumbling through his chest into my back. Every time he moved or groaned, my excitement ratcheted up a notch.
I was getting wet, and my legs trembled, trapped between his hard calves. A red haze had descended on my mind, making me shudder over and over again. What was he doing to me? I’d never reacted to anybody like that.
“Step inside, warrior. Together, we shall make her soar.” Daeary’s voice sounded dark and rough, as if he barely controlled himself. Who was he talking to? There was nobody else in the room.
The door opened, and a slice of light illuminated a naked Bleddyn. I couldn’t see his face or his front, but the rim lighting from behind accentuated his strong shoulders, his narrow waist, and when he turned sideways, his massive cock. It was erect, horizontal with its own weight.
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BLEDDYN
Her cries had started as quiet moans. I had thought she suffered a nightmare. But soon, there was no doubt why she was raising her voice in that plaintive manner.
Her sighs carried down the stairs, luring me in with the siren softness. If she was pleasuring herself, she would not have been heard through the house. There was only one other who could make her sound like that.
I should have been irate that the demon feasted on her lusciousness. Instead, my manhood thickened, and my arousal made my chest tight. Taking two steps at a time, I soon stood outside Beth’s door. Her cries did not speak of pain, but I knew what an incubus did to his victims. I had seen with my own eyes the haggard husks of the Fae who succumbed to the demon’s lust.
Yet I could not make myself stop what was going on. The incubus’s spell descended on me, wrapping my mind in a fog so powerful, my hands shook and my balls tightened as I listened to every moan, every breathy keen.
And then Daeary’s voice sounded through the thick wood as if he spoke directly in my brain. I dropped my breeches and pulled my shirt off over my shoulders. Naked as the day I was born, I pushed the door open, partly fearing, partly hoping.
I willed the lamps in the room into existence, their warm glow illuminating the scene before me.
Beth’s pale skin reflecting the light, her body pressed against Daeary’s front. The demon’s fingers were smudges of darkness on her full tits and between her legs. The half-human had her head thrown back against his shoulder while both his hands moved lazily.
My cock was hard as granite as my mate’s plaintive cries rose in volume and intensity. She writhed against Daeary’s broad chest as she reached her climax. He plucked her nipple with his thumb and forefinger, pulling and elongating the nub before letting it go.
Daeary’s flame-ridden gaze mesmerized me as he held mine over Beth’s shoulder. “Join us. I have given her as much pleasure as I can without hurting her, but I am at the edge of my endurance. If you touch me, I will have two sources, and both of you will experience ecstasy and not suffer any damage.”
I took a hesitant step toward the bed, when Beth’s back bowed, and she released a desperate gasp.
I knew what had happened when Daeary’s eyes closed, and he groaned softly. He had penetrated her from behind, and my stomach swooped so uncontrollably, I had to grasp a chair to stop from falling to my knees.
The demon held his position for a moment, then rolled onto his back, bringing Beth with him. His large hands grabbed a creamy thigh each, pulling her knees to her chest, and spreading her wide open. In the dim shimmer of the magical lights, her juices glistened and her cunt twitched under my hungry gaze.
“Come, warrior,” Daeary repeated. “Taste her. She is waiting for you.”
His command cut through the fog that seemed to make it difficult to think straight. Ignoring my raging member, I cowered between Daeary’s and Beth’s legs. Then I bent low and lapped at her entrance.
She cried out when I licked over the little nub that teased me from between her lips. She tasted deliciously sweet, and her thighs trembled under Daeary’s grip. My cock dangled hard and hungry, brushing against the mattress every time I moved. I was so close already, I was panting like a dog.
But first I needed to give the little half-human as much pleasure as I could. Daeary’s cock stretched her wide as it slipped in and out of her at a leisurely pace. Every time I licked from her clit down, I made sure to wrap my tongue around his cock and taste the demon’s essence.
I was no stranger to intercourse with another man. It was common in the Fae realm. I enjoyed lying with men as much as with women, but I never had a sex demon before. If this was my one opportunity, I would take it.
Daeary reacted beautifully to the added stimulation, crying out Beth’s name, interspersing it with the occasional, “Yes, Bleddyn. Right there.”
Beth’s sighs grew louder, her moans more desperate. Taking my cues from her, I focused on circling my tongue over her clit, sucking on it gently until her body stiffened and her cunt contracted around Daeary’s cock.
I did not know how many times she had come already, but I was afraid the demon was draining her every time she had a climax.
Then it happened. She went limp, and her legs, no longer held up by Daeary’s grip, straightened as she lost consciousness.