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Chapter nine

Brandon

R oisin’s dainty hand flung the clothes in so quickly that if I’d blinked, I would have missed it. I lowered myself into the large claw-footed bathtub and slid my head under the water. Had I blown it already with her? The words had just slipped out as though I was a randy teenager about to get my first blowjob. I was way cooler than this, but she had my insides tied up in knots and I couldn’t think straight around her the longer I was with her.

Shifting up the bathtub, my head broke the surface of the water. My gaze stared at the stone ceiling. I assumed it was a castle since the room we were in was so opulent and large. The thing that struck me though was there was only one bed in the room, and I’d been lying in it. Did that mean Roisin hadn’t slept? Or had she slept beside me? That thought made my cock hard yet again.

Wrapping my hand around the length, I ran my palm up and down imagining Roisin’s pretty pink lips stretched around my dick. Maybe this was all I should have of her. A vivid imagination of the Fae Princess who had captured my heart in the palms of her dainty hands. I grunted, holding in my groan, so she didn’t hear me relieving the tension inside me. My palm swept over the weeping tip of my cock as my hips thrust up out of the water. I used my pre-cum as a lubricant and fantasized about spreading Roisin’s legs and gathering her arousal to mix with my own. My hand worked faster. How she’d be so wet for me that my fingers would slide into her. How she’d beg for my cock instead, but I’d make her wait until she was on the very edge of orgasm before giving her the hard length of my cock.

And then as I pushed into her welcoming wet heat, she’d beg me to make her mine, and I would. My hand worked faster now imagining I was claiming Roisin. How I’d pin her legs wide and stroke her clit with my slick fingers as she convulsed around my cock.

My release came out in a sudden force, shocking me with its surge and strength. Streams jetted over my chest and hit my chin in a warm splatter. Another tug on my cock and more seeped from the tip.

I’d never come so hard in my life. Maybe now I’d stop pushing her to admit she wanted me as much as I wanted her because I couldn’t stop thinking about us together. It was an obsession. She was my obsession.

Imagine what it’d be like if I was doing all those things to Roisin.

A loud knock pounded on the door.

“Hurry in there. They’re taking us out of the room to dinner. ”

I dropped my hips back under the water and cleared my throat.

“They?”

“Tay stopped by. She didn’t say who.”

Well, shit, we were about to meet the rest of the demons and I’d covered myself in my release. I reached for the washcloth.

While I’d been washing and dressing, and jerking off, Roisin had changed clothes. She stood in the center of the room in a dress so regal, it was made for royalty. The fabric was an opulent gold that shone from the flames at her back. It almost gave her a halo effect and if I’d been dreaming, I would have called her an angel.

Fae Princess in all her splendid glory. Way out of my league. The Fellowship had trained me to protect the Fae and not seduce them, so why was that my only thought for Roisin?

“You look beautiful, but then you always do,” I said, striding across the room to be closer to her.

A moth to the flame came to mind. Would she burn me up? Reduce me to ash? I doubted it since she appeared hesitant to do anything with me at all.

“You don’t look too bad.” She ran an assessing eye over my attire.

The pants were snug as though the designer had made them for someone less muscular than me, but the material was a soft black I hadn’t experienced before. When I’d first seen the Fae attire, I had thought little about the differences in the material, but now wearing demon attire, the differences touched my skin in a sensual slide of fabric. The shirt was a shimmering green and blue material that reminded me of the Northern Lights. It made me feel otherworldly and cemented the fact we were in another world far away from the people I loved.

What must my mother and grandfather be thinking about my disappearance? And Roisin’s disappearance? Would they blame the Fae? Or would the Fae blame us humans for Roisin disappearing?

“What’s wrong?” she asked.

“What makes you assume something is wrong?”

She pointed at my face. “The deep scowl between your eyebrows.”

I let out a long breath. “I was wondering what everyone back home was thinking about us disappearing and if they were blaming each other.”

A dainty scowl tugged at her blonde eyebrows. “I hope not. We need to get back so that doesn’t happen.”

“Agreed. We can’t lose the Fae from Earth again. We need them to fix it.”

Her lips pursed.

“What?”

“Is that all we’re good for?”

“I’m sure you’re good for many things.” I winked, my mind once again returning to us in bed, or out of it. Hell, anywhere .

She huffed but a light pink stained her cheeks. All her blushing made me consider she might be a virgin, but surely not when she was fifty years old. Even if Fae aged differently, fifty was still a lot of years to have lived and not experienced sex.

I wanted to ask her.

A knock pounded on the door, then the key clanged in the ancient lock before the heavy wooden door swung inwards.

“Come with me,” a demon with long straight black horns said.

I’d never seen her before, but Roisin nodded and walked from the room. Had she met this demon before? Did she trust her? I wasn’t game to trust anyone here. Why would they have made a portal to this realm in our sacred library? And how?