Page 71 of Ruling the Green

My upper body jerked as the fae felt resistance.

Then, turning, he let out a growl.

But he dropped my arms.

I fumbled for the flask with shaking, heavy arms, fighting to twist off the cap as I felt the fae’s hands on my upper thighs, prying hard enough for pain to course through my legs.

I fought to keep my legs around the tree, but he was stronger. Before I could react, he had both legs in his hands, looking down at me with a look that sent goosebumps rushing over my flesh as my stomach sloshed around ominously.

I knew that look.

It was the same one that man had at my lake all those years ago.

A lustful man who knew he could take whatever he wanted.

Only this time, I didn’t have my lake to protect me.

He smiled down at me as he stepped forward, pressing my thighs wide as he moved closer.

“I need to deliver you to Grimwood. But there’s no wedding for you to be pretty for now.” Still holding my legs, he dropped down to the ground, then pinned my legs with his knees. His hand went to his trousers, one sliding inside. “So I can rough you up as much as I want now.”

Sick rose up my throat as he freed himself, as his intentions became painfully clear when he reached for the scant swath of fabric covering me.

I wasn’t conscious of the decision, just of the screaming in my mind to make this stop.

But the next thing I knew, I was pressing my linked wrists right against his manhood. There was nothing between that part of him… and the iron around my wrists.

The second of contact had his body jolting like lightning coursed through him, a loud bellow erupting from him as he flew away from me.

I didn’t stop to think.

Didn’t even try to grab my flask as it fell to the dirt.

I scrambled onto all fours, then pushed myself to my feet, running as I heard something from a distance.

Someone.

Screaming my name.

They would come.

I just had to hold on for a few more minutes. Just had to keep running and—

Hands slammed into my shoulders.

With my forward momentum, there was no way to stop myself from falling forward.

I threw out my bound arms, but they collapsed under the impact, making me land face-first in the underbrush, feeling it bite into my cheek and split my lip.

But that was the least of my worries as I felt the fae pinning my legs again, the pressure enough to make me cry out.

“I can get healed,” he growled at me. “My cock will work just fine again.” He was slurring his words, spitting over me with each one. Driven mad, it seemed, with pain. Though it didn’t seem like it had been much of a leap. “But you? I don’t know if you’ll recover from this.”

His fingers scraped my skin as he grabbed the back of my panties and pulled them down, exposing me.

Then watched in horror as the other reached out, grabbing a fallen tree limb as wide as my arm and just as long.

But no.