The dual assault built pressure low in my stomach, coiling tighter with each lap of his tongue, each twist of his fingers.
I teetered on the edge, my body betraying me under his command.
“Rhael.” I gasped, I wasn't sure if it was a plea or a protest. He hummed against me in response, the vibration sending sparks through my nerves.
It increased the pleasure which was made worse when his lips closed around my clit once more, whilst two fingers were pushed inside me, curling to stroke that spot which made my whimpers turn to full, loud, uncontrolled moans.
The orgasm crashed over me without mercy, my pussy clenching around his fingers as I cried out, waves of release pulsing through me. Rhael didn't stop immediately, instead he focused on drawing it out with slow, torturous licks until I trembled, oversensitive and spent.
Finally, I watched as he pulled back, my eyes struggling to focus as I pushed myself up ontomy elbows. I expected him to undress, to demand some kind of pleasure in return. Instead, he rose, straightening his tunic, eyes meeting mine void of any kind of emotion.
“That will suffice for the night. Sleep.” he commanded, turning away from me as he unbuttoned his clothes. He barely looked over his shoulder as I sat there, naked and confused. I opened my mouth to question him, expecting him to demand I reciprocate, like other masters had done but no words formed.
I could have cursed him as he climbed into bed and rolled over, his back to me. Seemingly deciding the pleasure was over and enough was enough. I lay there for at least an hour, staring up at the ceiling not bothering to put on any night clothes, there was no point.
Sleep evaded me no matter how hard I tried. My breath rising and falling as I remembered every moment of the pleasure that I felt. The aching of my hips from his grip, the way I still trembled remembering his tongue.
He had used me to secure his goal and rolled over as if he was done with me, or perhaps it was that I wasn't worthy of his pleasure. Either way, it fucking sucked.
Chapter Thirteen
The morning, we left Lycanthyr, felt completely different to the day we arrived. The wolf pack still gathered to watch us leave, yet now the air seemed lighter.
Bared teeth and wary looks had welcomed us, but they had been replaced with smiles, low laughter and easy conversation. The quiet hum of people no longer braced for bloodshed. It was almost unsettling how quickly menace turned to warmth.
I sat on the horse in front of Rhael, my hands holding onto the saddle as he said his goodbyes. Rhael promised to send word to Magnus once he had secured another alliance. The two of them spoke with an ease that hadn’t existed before, almost familiar. It was good, for Rhael at least.
The memory of the night before refused to leave my mind. When I had woken, Rhael had already got out of bed, packing as if nothing had happened. The furs tucked in around me had still been warm, his scent clinging to my skin like a ghost that would not fade.
It had made my stomach twist, not because of what had happened but because of how it had ended. With me lying awake, staring at his back.
Questions pressed against my throat as we rode back to Vaetharyn in silence. The words were sharp and insistent even if I did not speak them aloud.
I wanted to ask him why he had rolled over, if there was a specific reason for him not expecting any pleasure of his own. My mind raced in circles, but my mouth wouldn't form the words.
So instead, I let my mind wander, as we sat in silence thinking of all the possibilities, I wasn't brave enough to speak.
Rhael didn't seem as eager to stop this time, once we had crossed the Nymph River, I had expected us to have a break, to find a place to rest.
However, Rhael just kicked the horse’s sides making it move faster. I had half expected the nymphs to be waiting for us, but the water remained still and silent. No sign of the deal making creatures that lived beneath.
Although as we crossed through the water, I could feel them watching us, watching the Fae King return to his kingdom with his human companion still alive.
We did stop eventually, though not until the night had darkened around us. The same tent was raised, the same belongings unpacked. Almost a mirror image.
There was only one key difference. The beds had been laid out as two clear separate spaces.Deliberately pushed as far apart as the tent would allow.
I said nothing. Climbing into the blankets in my cotton nightwear I wrapped myself up to keep warm, keeping my back to Rhael. The cold I felt was more to do with his attitude than the night air.
Four hours passed before Rhael woke me. Waking me with loud movements, my quilt being pulled from my body in a harsh fashion. I barely had time to pull on my leathers, before he had me back on the horse. I muttered curses under my breath, sharp and unfiltered. All it earned me was a low laugh from behind.
By the time the obsidian spires of Vaetharyn rose before us, it felt like any kind of closeness we had developed in Lycanthyr had been extinguished. Rhael sat up straighter, his silver eyes fixed straight ahead as his jaw set.
I felt my breath hold in my chest, just like it had the first time I had arrived, the palace truly was beautiful. Dread coiled tight in my stomach, it was suffocating.
The gates opened and Vaetharyn swallowed us whole.
Servants paused mid step to bow, their eyes fixed on Rhael, almost looking through me to glance at their King. The nobles who had been sat lounging and gossiping immediately straightened, whispering amongst themselves.
