“Shhh.” My finger runs down the base of her spine to her entrance, teasing her. “I’m not going to fuck you here.” As much as my throbbing cock might want to.
I wasn’t sure before, but the clues were always there. The hesitance in her gaze when I pushed my hand up her skirt thefirst time. The shyness in her moans when she fell apart in the stable. My dirty princess really is avirgin. And, fuck, do I feel the need to remedy that.
But not right now.
Now, I’m going to give her exactly what she doesn’t know she needs.
Nudging her entrance with my cock, I lean over and whisper compulsion into her ear. “You will not come until I give you permission.”
She moans in protest, but I know my magic sticks. Her sex throbs so desperately around my tip, I hiss out a breath to steady myself.
Lowering my voice, I grip her hips tightly. “I’m going to spank you five more times with my cock pressing against you, and then I’m going to fix your skirt and invite the faeries back in so you can try on more dresses.” Her breath catches. “Any more brattiness and I’ll invite them back in early so they can watch your bare arse take five more.”
She shudders, but keeps quiet.
“Good girl,” I purr. She’s learning…
I spank her four more times until she’s a puddle of need. On the fifth hit, her sex clenches around my tip, but she doesn’t come. My magic won’t let her.
I can tell by the frustration in her moans that she’s not happy about that at all.
“Please, Tauren,” she whispers. “I’m sorry. Please, can you let me finish? I need?—”
“You need to learn to behave, Dahlia,” I chuckle. “That is all you need.”
She snarls into the seat of the armchair.
It’s torture, but somehow I return my cock back inside my trousers and fix her creased skirt.
Cradling her body, I help her stand on shaking legs. Her face glistens with sweat, and she won’t meet my gaze.
“Submission looks beautiful on you.” I brush the hair from her face.
She looks as if she wants to hit me again, but folds her arms instead and lowers her lashes.
Satisfied, I grin. Fuck chasing after Elheart. Taming her is my new favourite obsession.
A knock echoes through the shop, and Dahlia flinches. Returning to my seat, I pull her into my lap and curl my arm around her waist, ignoring how much she tries to push me away.
“Enter,” I call to the door.
The peach double doors open. But it’s not Girabalt. Nor is it another blue-uniformed faerie.
Kennix stands in the entrance, his jaw tight, with a timid-looking Claren by his side.
My throat constricts. “What is it?”
“Elheart has sent a messenger to the castle,” Kennix says. His next words suck all the air from my chest. Even Dahlia stills. “He’s not alone.”
16
DAHLIA
I’ve never seen a carriage drive so fast. After the demon’s interruption, I was whisked out of the gown shop and through the night markets before I could utter a word.
With no time to change, Tauren threw his cloak over my shoulders. I grip it tightly as the carriage pulls to a halt outside his castle.
Pumpkin whimpers in my lap.
