He tilts his head ever so slightly towards the very end of the banquet hall. My gaze follows his gesture and then I freeze. What the actual hell? Dyfri is gliding gracefully around, refilling people’s drinks. My teeth grind. This has to be more rhocyn nonsense, and it’s a load of bollocks. He is a prince, just as much as these motherfuckers. He deserves a seat up here with his brothers.
Rhydian gives me a narrow-eyed look before turning quickly away. I guess he can’t be seen to be deigning to notice his lowly pet. But he definitely clocked my righteous indignation. Which is hardly surprising since I’m all but bristling with it.
Fine. I’ll ignore him too and simply concentrate on eating and seeming as unobtrusive as possible. I just wantto get out of here now, but I have a feeling it is going to be a long, long night.
Plates are cleared, and a new course served. Over and over again as the hours drag. I’ve been in here forever. Stuck in some sort of groundhog day. The atmosphere has slowly changed. Something in the air. When I first sat down, I felt as if I were in Buckingham Palace. Now something has shifted. Everything feels otherworldly. And menacing.
The human musicians have been replaced by a fey playing the harp. The chandeliers have been dimmed and a thousand candles lit along the tables.
The fey are getting rowdy and the human guests are looking deeply uncomfortable.
The last three courses have been dessert. Surely it is time to go? I look at Rhydian. He is leaning back comfortably in his ornate chair while sipping from a gold goblet, surveying his subjects.
A noise from the far end of the hall catches my attention. Two fey are pawing at Dyfri. He tries to move gracefully away but they grab him. I watch in horror as they laugh while bending him over the table. This cannot be happening. I know Dyfri is treated as some sort of sex slave, but surely that doesn’t stretch to being allowed to use him in public?
My gaze searches the room frantically as my horror grows. Nobody is doing anything. They are either ignoring the assault or watching with idle curiosity. This is outrageous!
“Do something!” I hiss at Rhydian. “That is your brother!”
Rhydian turns to me and raises one haughty eyebrow. I glare at him and turn away. The assholes are lifting up Dyfri’s robes. A whimper escapes me. I turn back to Rhydian.
“Please!” I implore through gritted teeth.
Rhydian’s eyes flash with something dark. “I could distract them with you?”
What the actual fuck? He clearly means something filthy and depraved. I swallow dryly. His gaze tracks the movement of my throat. His eyes are heated.
“Fine.” I say as proudly as I can. If this is the best offer I’m going to get then I have to take it.
The surprise on Rhydian’s face is satisfying, but it is quickly replaced by a smug, dangerous look. A cat enjoying toying with its prey.
He pats his lap. I grind my teeth and slide over to sit on him. He pulls me flush against his chest. Oh my. This is all happening far too fast. My head is spinning. My pulse is thrumming.
His hand lowers to my waist and tugs at a silk tie. My robes fall open. I shudder and close my eyes. It’s fine. The table is covering my pertinent parts. If not, the cockbag definitely is. I’m not fully exposed. Just mostly.
Rhydian spreads his legs and the way my knees are hooked over his thighs, the gesture spreads me wide too. I gulp, but stay still. I agreed to this.
His fingers rustle in his robes for a moment, then they appear right by my hole. I flinch and draw in a sharp breath. His fingers are slick with oil and they dance around my entrance, caressing the sensitive flesh there.
I gasp again and clench my fists into the layers of silk by my thighs. The murmur of conversation drifting aroundthe hall has quieted. People are watching. I’m sure of it. But I’m not going to open my eyes to check.
Rhydian’s fingers tease around and around. Sensation blooms, heats, and tingles. Fuck. I think this is the oil he used on my nipples. My hips are already twitching. My cock is filling. I swear the bag is heating and gliding over me. Soft, soft silk moving up and down. Coaxing me to full hardness.
One cool finger eases gently inside me. I bite my bottom lip to contain my groan. It feels so good against my heated flesh. My body is tightening around him, almost as if it wants to greedily suck him in.
My nipples have hardened. I can feel a slight breeze whispering over them. A second finger joins the first and I moan. It is just enough stretch to feel it. But a mere echo of the fullness I am craving. I want more. I want to be spread fully. Filled so deep I don’t think I can take it. My hips rock.
How the fuck has he got me so hot and flustered already? His fingers move deftly in and out of me. Rubbing over that sweet spot deep inside, every goddamn time. I whimper and cant my hips. If the angle was just a little different, I’d feel it all the more.
I open my eyes. Everyone is watching me keenly. Dyfri has vanished, but his molesters are staring at me hungrily. Good. It has worked. Dyfri has got away.
Rhydian curls his fingers and I cry out. A carnal, animalistic sound that echoes around the hall. Rhydian’s free hand snakes into my hair and holds my head up so I can’t hide. So everyone can see the bliss and pleasure painted on my face. I close my eyes and try to pretend we are alone in his rooms.
He picks up the pace and the pressure against my prostate. The oil soothes and burns and sets every part of me alight. He changes the angle, and just like that, my orgasm sweeps through me like a tsunami. I arch, buck, writhe and scream my pleasure to the stars. There is only euphoria. No sight, no sound, no consciousness. Only Rhydian and bliss.
I’m still riding the high when he pours me into Pinky’s arms. I’m surprised she can carry me, she is so small. But she manages just fine. She gets me all the way back to my rooms, where she dumps me on the bed. As soon as my head touches the furs, I’m out like a light.
My last conscious thought is wondering if Rhydian is ensorcelling me to sleep. Then there is only darkness, and peace.
