Page 22 of Fey Empire (Fey Lords #5)

Chapter twenty-one

I ’m drifting awake. I feel warm and safe, so I’m not going to try to fight it.

I’m sitting sideways on Selwyn’s lap, cradled like a baby. We are both still naked.

Dawn light is streaming through the window, but I have no idea how long I was out for. It could have been most of the night, or only a few minutes. Everything is a blur.

My head is resting on Selwyn’s shoulder, and his breaths are calm and steady. His fingers are brushing gently over my hair.

This is nice. Very, very nice. My limbs are all languid. My mind is peaceful. My angry, raging magic is gone. It’s swirling within Selwyn now, and I don’t mind that at all. It was a swarm of angry bees inside me, with him, it is a calm and content hive. Everyone is happier this way.

“How are you feeling?” asks Selwyn.

I didn’t think I gave any indication I was awake. But I don’t mind that either.

“Tired,” I answer truthfully.

It is a good weariness. A hard day's work type of tired. Completing a marathon, kind of exhaustion. I am proud of it.

“Are you sore?” he asks .

Heat floods my cheeks. “Only a little.” That feels good too. But he doesn’t need to know that.

“Was I too rough?” Selwyn’s words rumble in his chest, and I feel the vibrations as well as hear them.

“No,” I blurt. This conversation is growing uncomfortably intimate.

“You are far more delicate than a fey. I should have known this before our wedding night.” He pauses. “Last night, did I scare you?”

“No!” I assure him as I start to move. I need to scramble off of him so he can get up. He has better things to do than be my chair. Nevermind the fact that this conversation needs to end before I die of embarrassment.

He tightens his grip on me and holds me in place. “Where are you going?”

“Don’t you need to leave? You usually leave.” I’m babbling, I know I am but it is the best I can do right now.

Selwyn makes a soft, pained noise.

I’ve already fallen motionless, but that sad sound pins me fully in place.

“I regret being so selfish and weak,” he says slowly. He takes a deep breath. “I flee because I fine your dislike of me wounding.”

I gasp. “I don’t dislike you!”

He lets out a wry chuckle. “Do not lie, Little Lamb. It does not suit you.”

My mouth snaps shut. All protests wither on my tongue. He is adamant in his belief. He is not going to listen to me. Anything I say will simply sound like empty platitudes. Even though they are true.

I don’t dislike him. I don’t hate him. He is intimidating, that’s for sure. But I’m not daft. I know damn well I’m incredibly lucky. I could have been given to someone far worse. Someone cruel and violent. Someone without the patience to be kind in bed.

My cheeks flush again. I really do like our intimate times. Who knew I’d be so shameless?

Suddenly, the world is tipping and moving. I yelp and cling onto Selwyn. He steps out of bed with me in his arms. Then he strides forward, still carrying me.

“I can walk!” I squeak.

“But you won’t,” agrees Selwyn affably.

He carries me all the way to the bathroom and right down into the sunken bath. As the warm water covers me, I sigh in bliss.

Selwyn sits on the bench carved into the wall of the bath, still holding me close to him. Fine. If he wishes to hold me, I don’t mind being held.

We sit in contented silence for a few moments. The water laps gently against the tiles. Steam wisps around, and heat seeps into my bones.

After a while, his fingers go to my hair. They work for a moment before I realise he is undoing my braid.

“I thought that wasn’t allowed!” I nearly yell.

My heart is hammering. This is not him divorcing me, is it?

“I can undo it, as long as I redo it,” he says calmly.

Oh. That’s alright then. Although it seems a bit inconvenient. Am I really going to need to find him and get him to be my own personal hairdresser every time I need to wash my hair?

As I fret, he frees my hair and then picks up a copper cup that is resting by the edge of the bath. He scoops up warm water and tips it gently over my hair. None of the water runs into my eyes.

He does it again, and I sigh. This is so very soothing.

Selwyn reaches behind him for a soft sponge. He dips it into the water, and then, to my astonishment, he rubs it along my chest.

Washing my hair was intimate enough. This is a whole other level. Never mind that he is a prince. He shouldn’t even be washing himself, let alone performing acts of service for another.

I bite my bottom lip and hold still as he runs the sponge all over my chest. He glides up to my shoulder and gently cleans it. Then the sponge swipes over my back. It is so soft, and the gentle attention is making me tingle all over.

He rearranges me a little, and the sponge dips lower, right down to my ass crack. It squeezes in between my cheeks. I make a noise and squirm.

Selwyn stops instantly. “Sore?”

I shake my head. Hopefully, the fire in my cheeks can be mistaken as heat from the bath.

“I… um… I’m just not used to such intimacy.”

A grin stretches across his face. A flash of white teeth. “Only one way to get used to it.”

The sponge slides lower until it is right over my hole. I wince. The sponge is soft, but I am tender down there. Which is only to be expected, given Selwyn’s size.

His touch lightens. His other hand lifts my leg up and out, exposing me fully. The sponge rubs gently over and over my well-used hole.

Sensation blooms.

“Look at you getting hard for me, Little Lamb. ”

All I can do is whimper in response. He sounds pleased, not horrified. Maybe I don’t need to be embarrassed.

The sponge vanishes. I guess I am clean enough.

His strong hands manoeuvre me around. Now I am straddling his lap, facing him. I gasp as under the water, our hard cocks brush against each other. The difference in size is ridiculous. A sapling next to a mature oak.

His hand stretches around both of our cocks, holding them together.

My hips buck, and a strange noise pours out of me.

“That’s it, Little Lamb. Frot your little cock against mine. Make us both spill.”

His cock is both hard and soft. Silk and heat. It feels so fucking good. My hips thrust. My cock rubs against his, and up into his wide fist.

He lets out a little grunt. I swear it is the best sound I have ever heard.

I thrust again. It takes a couple of goes to get the movement and angle right, and then I’m fucking like a beast. Carnal and frantic. Water is sloshing over the lip of the bath. Selwyn is watching me with hooded eyes. His free arm resting casually along the edge of the bath.

He looks utterly at ease, yet here I am bouncing up and down like a crazed sex fiend.

But I can’t bring myself to care. Everything feels so good, and moving like this is so freeing. I feel liberated. Set loose. Unleashed.

This is nothing like what I was taught. There is no magic within me right now. Selwyn took it all last night. This is pleasure for pleasure's sake. Which I was told to always submit to my husband for, if he so desired.

But this does not feel like obedience .

This feels glorious.

I whine and pick up my pace. My hands boldly rest on his shoulders for better leverage.

An orgasm is growing within me. Tightening my belly and my balls. I’m astonished that it is possible after last night. I would have thought I’d be spent for at least a week. But it seems my pleasure knows no bounds.

I bounce and chase my peak. And all of a sudden, I find it. Elation crashes over. Pleasure surges. Ecstasy swirls.

I cry out. My body jerks, and my seed spills into the water.

Selwyn grunts. His hot cock throbs and pulses against mine. His seed joins mine in clouding the water.

I fall still. My lungs are the only thing that are moving. Aftershocks of joy are sparking all over my body.

My head drops forward. I watch the water slowly turn clear again.

“That was unexpected,” says Selwyn.

My head snaps up. He is grinning broadly. Delight sparkling in his rich brown eyes.

I swallow. Oh. He didn’t mean to seduce me? He brought me to the bath with innocent intentions, and this debauchery was all me?

My lips twitch. I give up fighting it. I grin back at him. He seems so happy, I’m not going to waste time being ashamed.

The rise and fall of his chest pauses and his eyes widen.

“You are always beautiful, Laurie,” he says. “But when you give me a smile, it steals my breath away.”

My lungs stutter. My head spins. My cheeks burn. Oh my, I never knew compliments could affect me physically like this .

Selwyn chuckles warmly. He moves and steers me out of the bath. His gentle hands steadying me as I make my way up the shallow steps.

We stand naked and dripping on the tiled floor of the bathroom. But it is perfectly warm in here. And it is stupid to be shy when he has seen every part of me up close. He has even had his tongue on or in most places.

He takes a soft towel and carefully dries my hair. Then he turns me away from him, and his fingers go to my hair. He redoes my marriage braid.

Then he gives me another smaller one that twists by the nape of my neck. I do not know what it means.

But I know it is something good.

The future really is looking bright. Even though that is quite possibly a na?ve thought. Plots and princes and alliances with world-conquering beings, can never be plain sailing. But despite everything, there is a light shining on the far side of the storm, and now I can finally see it.