His hand slid beneath the blanket and started rubbing my stomach in lazy circles. I jerked away from him.
“Riley,” Conall said in a deadly tone. “The course of our relationship shall be determined within these next few minutes. I'd rather not be cruel to you, but I cannot arrive at Seelie with a disobedient slave. So, you can either enjoy our time together as a small vacation from King Drostan, or you can force me to make it uncomfortable for you.”
I clenched my jaw to still my trembling lips. To go to sleep believing that I was cherished and then wake up tossed aside like trash was hard enough. But then to find that I've been thrown from one man's bed to another was an added insult. My mind raced ahead, and I tried to find some clarity in my fear. Either way, I would survive, but I was being given a choice to do so in pleasure or pain.
I chose the pleasure.
“You win, Sir Conall,” I said softly as I let the blanket fall back.
Conall inhaled sharply and laid his hand on my cheek. “You won't regret this, Riley.” He drew his hand slowly down my neck and then between my breasts. “You are so lovely. Drostan will feel your lack sharply, but I shall glory in my good fortune.”
Perhaps this was just what I needed to ease the ache that Drostan's cold abandonment had put in my chest. I slipped my arms around Conall's neck and threaded my fingers through his fern-green hair as I kissed him. The Seelie knight growled and pulled me tightly to his muscular chest. I could feel his heart pounding rapidly through his tunic, and I rubbed my palms against that heartbeat. He was warm, and the scent of leather and cedar rose from him. I inhaled deeply as I lifted his tunic so I could rub my breasts against his bare skin.
Conall fumbled with his pants, and I reached down to help him. His cock sprang free; a pale column of rigid flesh with a blushing tip. I rubbed the moisture gathering on its head over the entire shaft, and Conall's hips jerked.
“I think I shall die if I'm not inside you soon,” he murmured.
“It will only be a little death,” I whispered as I shifted myself over his lap.
“Then give it to me,” he purred. “La petite mort.”
I angled his cock into me and plunged onto it with the motion of the horse. Once there, I didn't have to do anymore; just wrap my legs around Conall and let the ride move me. The canter of the animal beneath us lifted me and slammed me down in a steady rhythm on Conall's cock. I grew wet, and he groaned; his head falling back as he went as deep as he could go with every pound of the hooves.
“Oh, Goddess!” Conall groaned. “This is amazing. Lean back, Riley; let me see you.”
I leaned back a little over the horse's neck, and one of Conall's hands went from my back to my front. He swept it up and cupped my breast appreciatively. An insistent thumb rubbed over my nipple as the arm around me lowered to pull my hips tighter to his. Conall kissed me again, and the passion built between us. My hands roamed his wide back beneath his tunic; clawing at him in need. When I pulled out of his kiss, his eyes were glowing acid green; feverish with desire.
“Fuck; I love your pussy,” Conall growled into my neck. “I've been dreaming about it. So tight and sweet.” He leaned down and started sucking on my nipples. “And your lovely tits—so much larger than a fairy woman's—with large nipples that are perfect for sucking; not those barely-there nubs that I can hardly pinch.” He moaned and went back to enjoying them.
I was overcome with pleasure, but Drostan's betrayal still lurked in the back of my mind. I pushed it away determinedly as I held onto Conall's shoulders and let the desire carry me away from my heartache. Conall spurred the horse on, and our pace quickened. I fell upon him hard and rapidly as the forest sped by. Within minutes, I was moaning my pleasure to the sky, and Conall quickly followed me; moaning with my nipple still in his mouth as he emptied himself into me.
I collapsed against Conall's chest and made a satisfied sigh.
“Oh, this is only the beginning, Riley,” Conall said as his cock hardened inside me. “It's a long journey to Castle Seelie.”
Chapter Sixteen
Conall was still fucking me when we rode into the courtyard of Castle Seelie. He bucked up into me and came just before he stopped the horse. Then he set his clothing to rights, dismounted, and helped me down. Conall set me on my feet and settled the blanket around my shoulders. There was cum running down my legs, but I wasn't about to wipe it away with all of the fairies in the courtyard watching us. My face flushed, and I pulled the blanket tighter around me.
“Drostan wouldn't permit me to clothe you,” Conall said apologetically. “He said that all of your clothing belonged to him. I'm sorry, but I will get you something to wear as soon as I can.” He swept off his cloak and wrapped it around me. “Is that a little better?”
“Yes; thank you,” I whispered. “But I had things that I brought with me from Earth; items with sentimental value.”
“I'm sure they'll be fine in Drostan's keeping until you return,” he assured me.
Conall took my hand and led me to the main doors of the castle. Men smiled at me as we passed; looking me over as if I were on the auction block. Conall nodded to them casually and kept going.
“Sir Conall”—one of the men stepped between us and the door—“who have you there?”
“My new slave,” he said crisply. “She's on loan from King Drostan.”
“King Drostan let you borrow a slave?” The man asked in surprise. “So, that's why you volunteered to take him Queen Tana's message. Perhaps next time, I shall volunteer.” He leered at me. “Especially if his slaves are so exceptional.”
“Perhaps you should,” Conall said with narrowed eyes. “But this one's mine; so stop looking at her like that.”
“You're the one who brought her here in only a cloak,” the man huffed as he stepped out of our way. “How was I to know that you weren't willing to share?”
“You can look,” Conall said. “Just don't look as if you're going to touch.”
