Then he added his fingers; to thrust up inside me and curve up into my G-spot. I came in a blinding rush of ecstasy; pleasure rolling up my legs and back down again. When the waves of rapture subsided, Drostan rolled off me and moved me down the table so that my knees hung over the edge. He positioned himself between my thighs and yanked me down even further; onto his cock. Drostan started thrusting rapidly; sending me plummeting back into arousal. All I could focus on were the sensations of that hard, slick shaft sliding in and out of me and the way it looked. The silvery skin of Drostan's cock—wet with my desire—was even more luminous against the black curls around its base.
The pleasure built again; climbing ever upward. Drostan shouted out his release as I screamed mine. Then the desire receded, and my head rolled to the side; to see the decapitated body of my masseuse.
I started to scream again, but this time it wasn't out of pleasure.
Chapter Eight
“Riley!” Drostan was shouting my name, and I had no idea how long he'd been doing so.
My screams subsided to whimpers as I looked away from Anjel's headless corpse to Drostan.
“He was assaulting you,” Drostan said calmly. “Anjel was a Gancanagh, and he used his love-talking magic to make you compliant. It was another attack on you and an insult to me; I couldn't let him live.” He glanced at the body and muttered under his breath, “That bastard got off easy.”
I blinked as I took in the furious lines of Drostan's face. There was something besides anger there; something more tender. Where had that tenderness come from? I caught another glance at it when he turned back to me, but Drostan quickly hid the softer emotion.
“Anotherattack?” I asked.
“What?”
“You said it was another attack on me,” I reminded him. “Who attacked me the first time?”
Drostan blinked in surprise. “I did,” he finally whispered. “When you first arrived at the Unseelie Court, I attacked you, and I'm still having a hard time forgiving... myself.”
“Oh,” I murmured.
“This is why you must listen to me, Riley,” Drostan growled. “Because fairies like Anjel are lurking right outside our bedroom door; just waiting for the opportunity to strike.”
“Okay,” I whispered.
“I'm sorry that you were frightened,” he said in a more gentle tone as he gathered me into his arms. “I'll have the body removed immediately.”
Drostan carried me into the bedroom and deposited me in one of the heavy chairs by the fireplace. He pulled a blanket off the bed and wrapped me in it before he put on a pair of pants. Then he went to the outer door and called out into the hallway for someone to attend him. Within minutes, a pair of enormous men were standing before him.
“Yes, Sire?” One of them asked as he absently brushed away a drop of blood on his cheek.
I blinked at the blood and looked closer. The man's hat was bleeding; the thick fabric was the color of old blood and crimson droplets beaded on its surface before slipping into his hair or down his face. The guard glanced my way, and I hurriedly averted my gaze.
“Lord Anjel assaulted my concubine,” Drostan announced. “I have executed him for his betrayal.”
The men widened their eyes, but other than that, they showed no response.
“Have the body thrown into the forest for the animals to feed on, and then send some maids to clean the mess,” Drostan ordered.
“Yes, Your Majesty!” The men said together.
They headed into the library and emerged within moments; carrying Anjel's body and head. I stared down into my lap; seeking calm. It seemed that Drostan's warning was true; there were monsters in his world—monsters who looked like men. But how was I to protect myself against monsters who used magic? Was I truly at Drostan's mercy? And what kind of protection could he offer me? He hadn't done so well, up to now.
I heard the door shut, and then the inner, bedroom door closed a few moments before Drostan's feet came into my view. He crouched before me and took my hand.
“I know it's been a rocky morning,” he said, “but would you like to venture outside the castle with me?”
“You're asking?”
“It's meant to be a treat,” he said with a frown. “I can't force you to enjoy yourself. So, yes; I'm asking.”
I glanced out the window and wondered if the forest would be better or worse than Drostan's castle.
“All right,” I finally answered.
