When Rhael rose, I stood with him, steadying myself as I got used to my feet being back on the floor. Although, he did not release me, insteadhe kept an arm around my waist, pressing me into his side.
The facade would continue late into the night, the wolves had agreed to help Rhael, but their favour could quickly be taken away if our lie was ever to be caught.
“Are you retiring to your bedroom for the night?” Magnus asked, a mischievous smile lingering on his lips.
“With a woman like this waiting for me, it would be rude not to,” Rhael smirked, pulling me forward into his chest further, causing my body to jerk forward.
“Good man, make sure you enjoy yourself,” Magnus smiled, clapping Rhael on the back.
I looked between them, as well as I could whilst pressed firmly against the Fae King’s chest. It appeared mead had made them both more affectionate, although Rhael still seemed colder than Magnus, his shoulders stiff, but he still returned the smile and knowing look.
I had wanted to tell them both to fuck off. That I was standing right beside them. That I didn’t appreciate being the butt of their lewd, sexual jokes. Instead, I stayed silent. Biting my tongue with what was becoming practiced ease.
Rhael led me from the hall, his eyes keeping straight forward even though he did not loosen his grip on me. Not until we were safely behind the door of our bedroom.
Even then he didn’t speak. Instead, he stepped back, taking two deep breaths. I watched hisshoulders rise and fall with great effort. He seemed to be battling with this as much as I was.
“Take off the dress.” he commanded, finally speaking, breaking the silence between us, as I tried to slow my own breathing. I knew what was expected: the wolf King would want to hear everything.
I froze, for just a moment. My fingers hovering over the corset at my back that held the leather tight. The command in his voice was unmistakable.
Like a King to his subject instead of a lover's request. My heart pounded under my skin as I tried to detach myself from the act itself. It meant nothing, would always mean nothing.
Swallowing hard I turned slightly, my hands working the ties at my back. The leather loosened, sliding down my skin until it pooled at my feet in a heap.
I wasn't careful as I stepped out, instead I kicked it out of the way, it didn't need to be perfect. The cool air of the room spread goosebumps over my arms and legs, standing there in nothing but my underwear.
The dress didn't have space for a bra, so I tried to keep my arms at my side instead of trying to cover my breasts. If he wanted this, he could damn well look at me.
Rhael’s expression didn't change, but I noticed the way his eyes darkened as they raked over me, admiring the curves of my body, taking in every scar that stained my pale skin.
I wasn't the most glamorous woman, not like he would have seen in previous Fae lovers. I had curves, not many thanks to years of starvation, but enough to make it clear I was a human, normal, boring. Ordinary.
Without a word he reached out, fingers hooking into my underwear and tugged them down slowly. Exposing the heat of my body to the cold air. I took in a breath that sounded more like a hiss than an attempt to breathe.
“On the bed,” he ordered once more, his voice low and even. I obeyed, my legs trembling as I climbed into the massive four poster bed. This was not the first time I had been ordered to strip and please a master, but it was the most nervous I had felt in years.
Before I had almost been able to block it out, look up at the ceiling and wait for them to be done, taking no pleasure in the act. However, with Rhael, I knew it would be harder, more difficult to ignore the man between my legs.
He didn't undress. Instead, he loomed at the edge of the bed, his hands flexing at his sides before he reached out to grip my ankle. His touch was firm, possessive as he pulled my legs apart with a controlled strength I should have expected, but it still made me gasp.
Rhael positioned himself between them, kneeling on the floor as his broad shoulders forced my thighs wider. The power in his grip sent a thrill of vulnerability through me, he could do anything he wanted, and I had no say whatsoever.
I felt his hands slide up my calves, then my thighs. They were rough and calloused against my skin. He didn't rush, each movement was calculated, calm.
As if he had done it a thousand times before but was making a mental note on how to complete the task in the most effective way possible. When his fingers brushed the sensitive skin of my inner thigh, I bit my lip to stifle a sound, but he noticed, his lips curved into a faint predatory smirk.
“Do not hide from me. They need to hear you.” He murmured, his breath warm against my core as he leaned in. His hands stilling their exploration to pin down my hips, holding me immobile. At that moment I understood how much of this was about control. I was spread open for him, exposed and at his mercy whilst he remained fully clothed and untouched.
His mouth descended without warning, lips pressing firmly against my core. I arched involuntarily, a sharp inhale escaping me as his tongue flicked out, tracing my pussy with precise unyielding strokes.
Rhael licked slowly at first, parting me, tasting me as if I was part of his territory. The sensation was electric, wet heat contrasting with his usual cool demeanour.
I felt it as his grip tightened on my hips, bruising in its intensity, keeping me from squirming away. He sucked on my clit, drawing it between his lips then released it with a soft pop before delving deeper.
His tongue thrust inside me, fucking me in shallow deliberate motions that made my toes curl. My breaths came in ragged pants, the power imbalance not lost on me. Rhael orchestrated every wave of pleasure dictating the pace whilst I was helpless to do anything but surrender.
Not once did he speak or soften his approach. This was duty, something he just had to get over with, but the skill was undeniable. One hand released my hip to slide up my body, fingers capturing my nipple, pinching and rolling it until I whimpered.
