Page 24 of Fey Empire (Fey Lords #5)

Chapter twenty-three

T his is a wonderful dream. Wet, soft heat is enveloping my cock and sucking gently on it. A tongue is caressing the underside of my length. Pleasure and desire are swirling through me. Rolling in waves. My toes are curling, and I’m moaning wantonly.

My hands float towards my groin and find antlers. My fingers wrap around them. They are warm. Surprisingly soft. They feel more like firm flesh than bone.

I like holding them. Dream-me is much braver than real-life-me.

The suction on my cock intensifies. My head tilts back, baring my throat. I tighten my grip on the horns.

Selwyn groans, deep and low.

My eyes flutter open.

I am not dreaming. Selwyn truly is nuzzling and suckling at my cock. And I really am holding his horns.

His tongue swirls, pulling a gasp from me. My hands twist reflexively, and he shudders beneath my touch.

Oh. Stroking his horns feels good for him?

I caress them gently. He groans and laps eagerly at my cock. Pleasure sparks behind my eyes.

Okay. My theory about horns seems to be correct .

My hands twist and squeeze. He starts sucking my cock in earnest. Oh lord, I am so very hard. My balls are heavy and tight. My nipples have peaked into tight little buds, and all of my skin feels alight.

How long have I been in his mouth? How much pleasure did he gently lick into me while I was sleeping? How did I not wake up?

He is not being gentle now. He is sucking on me with determination. Taking me right down his throat.

He swallows around me, the soft flesh of his throat undulating around my hard and aching cock.

I scream, and cum. Writhing, twisting, spasming and sweating. Euphoria bursting through my mind. Blinding white. Burning everything clean.

Selwyn releases me with a wet plop. He grins up at me from between my spread thighs.

I draw in a shuddering breath and release his horns. “Shall I… Do you…” It’s no good, I’m too breathless to talk.

His grin widens. “Your hands on my horns was pleasure enough.”

I blink, and then blink again. That was enough to bring him to his peak? Oh wow.

He slides up the bed, looming over me. His lips are swollen and wet, and the sight of that is doing strange things to my insides.

“Regretfully, I have a busy day,” he sighs. “I will see you at dinner.”

He rolls out of bed. I stare at the morning light seeping around the curtains. Then my gaze falls on Loki sleeping peacefully on her bed .

I’m beginning to get my bearings. It is a new day. My husband woke me in a very depraved way, but I don’t mind at all. He needs help every morning with finding release, and that was probably the most joyous way I have performed my duty so far. Not that it has ever felt like a duty.

My cheeks heat, but luckily nobody is looking at me. Selwyn is tying up his robe. And anyway, I don’t think he minds that I am rapidly turning into a sex addict. It is one facet of our marriage that is going well.

He flashes me a smile over his shoulder before walking out of our bedchamber.

I sigh and sag against the sheets. I’ll just catch my breath first, and then I’ll get up.

L oki spins around in excitement, her paws scrabbling on the floorboards. I gently throw the bright yellow ball, and she bounds after it.

Playing ball in the house is terrible, but it is raining, and there is not much furniture in this reception room.

I don’t think Selwyn ever uses it. There definitely isn’t anything breakable in here.

I checked first because I’m not completely reckless.

So, I think it is fine. Hopefully, Selwyn will not tell me off.

Loki runs back to me and drops the slobbery ball into my lap. I rub the top of her fluffy head.

“Good girl! ”

She really is clever. The first three times, she chased the ball but didn’t bring it back. Now she has got the hang of it.

I throw it again, and she bounds off with exuberant energy. A smile stretches across my face. It is impossible to be sad in the presence of such infectious joy.

She trots back to me, ball proudly in her mouth. She drops it in my lap again.

Gingerly, I pick the slobbery mess up. I throw it and it bounces hard on the floor and veers off, right into the enormous unused fireplace.

“Whoopsie!”

Loki gives me a look of disapproval. Then she turns and pounces on her squeaky toy and starts attacking it with gusto.

Fine, I guess I will fetch the ball. I get to my feet and make my way over to the unlit fireplace.

The marble surround is ornate and fancy, like most of the palace.

But the hearth itself is cold, scorched stone.

It might have had an iron grate at some point, but fey don’t like iron, so it is not surprising they had it pulled out.

I drop to my knees. This fireplace is huge. I can’t see the ball anywhere. It must have rolled all the way to the back and is hiding in the shadows.

I crawl in a little way, and then freeze as the sound of voices reach me. Clear as day.

Dyfri crept into my room through a secret passageway. Is there another one here? I pause and listen.

“How is my son?” says a female voice. A human, by the sounds of it.

“Still happily married to my brother, just like last time you asked,” answers Selwyn .

I inhale sharply, breathing in dust, and struggle to hold back my cough. I’m eavesdropping again! Will I ever learn!

The woman makes a disgruntled noise.

“How is Ninian?” asks Selwyn.

Oh heavens. I can hear him so very clearly, I dare not move, or he will surely hear me.

“Ninian is doing well, for such a traumatised young man.”

Selwyn sighs. “He is a rhocyn, they are treated more cruelly than most. Your son is fine.”

“I don’t care. I want him back.”

“And you will have him, once this is all over.”

A tugging on my robes nearly makes me yelp. I look over my shoulder. Loki has the hem of my robe firmly in her mouth and is pulling determinedly. She has a point. Leaving is a good idea. Even if it wasn’t, I have to now, before she makes a noise and gives me away.

My heart pounds. Oh goddess. Slowly, carefully, I crawl backwards as silently as I can. As soon as I am out of the fireplace, I run. Loki at my heels. I don’t stop until I am several rooms away.

I flop onto a settee and try to catch my breath. Loki goes over to inspect her food and water bowls.

Why, oh why, do I keep accidentally spying on people?

It is terrible and it is going to get me into no end of trouble.

I have no wish to know secrets. I absolutely do not want to ?get dragged into plots.

My whole life and existence has been nothing but a pawn in Mother’s plans. I’ve had enough for one lifetime.

Nevertheless, the conversation I heard whirls around in my mind. I try to ignore it. To banish it and forget it. But it is no good. My thoughts have latched on and are putting the puzzle pieces together.

Selwyn has only one brother who is married. The Crown Prince. Therefore, he must have been talking about Jamie, and that woman is Jamie’s mother.

Who Jamie himself told me was a member of the human rebels.

I shiver as an icy trickle runs down my spine. No, it can’t be. I’m jumping to baseless conclusions.

I take a deep breath and try to steady myself. What else did Selwyn and Jamie’s mother talk about?

Someone called Ninian, and how he was a rhocyn and rhocyns are treated cruelly.

A frown curves my lips. Dyfri is a rhocyn, isn’t he? That’s why he has to wear his hair down. Does that mean people treat him cruelly? I hope not. And I haven’t seen any evidence of it, but then again, I’ve hardly been out and about much in court.

Since my wedding, I’ve been to one meeting and to one tea with Jamie. Otherwise, I’ve been in these rooms. As if Selwyn is keeping me away from court.

My mind whirls. Images flash. One lingers. Selwyn saying that Loki will grow big enough to protect me.

Oh my. Is the fey court really that bad? Bad enough that Selwyn is worried for me ?

My hand shakes as I brush an errant strand of hair out of my eyes. Okay, let's say the court is even more dangerous than I imagined, and Selwyn wants to keep me away from it, and Jamie’s mother is worried about him.

How does this Ninian person fit into any of that? And what part does being a rhocyn play?

Heavens. I really do not have the brains for this. I’m not smart enough to figure any of this out. Not that I want to.

“And you will have him, once this is all over.”

Selwyn’s voice all but rings in my ear as my memory replays it in full clarity. Why is he promising Jamie’s mother that she is going to get her son back? And what does, once this is all over, mean?

My stomach rolls all the way over, and my heart gives up entirely as sudden realisation hits me like a thunderclap.

Oh fuck. I think my husband is plotting treason.