Page 36 of Given to the Fae (The Dark Realms #3)

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H is cool hands trail down my feverish body, bringing a relief to the incessant heat.

‘I’m sorry,’ I say again, knowing it’s wrong to be asking for this on so many levels.

But I can’t help it. My body is craving something, and although I hate to think about that first time in the block when Ogdan decided that the bull would be killed or hurt badly if he touched me before he was ready to breed me, that moment of being filled is the thing my body is craving.

Giving in to the need is a foregone conclusion. I try to fight it, but the pain across my whole body is too intense, worse than anything I’ve ever felt before.

I look up at Jak, my body shaking as he leans over me. He takes my mouth in a gentle kiss that deepens, his tongue mingling with mine and making me moan. He parts my legs, and I widen them further, winding them around his waist to pull him in.

I yelp as my inner thigh is given a slap. He soothes the sting with his cool hand and I find his eyes.

‘I’ll give you what you need,’ he promises, ‘and I’ll make it good for you, but I’m in charge, sweet, not you.’

I nod fervently. I’ll do anything he wants if only he’ll fill me, and he looks surprised as if he realizes it as well.

‘Gods, if you weren’t with us,’ he mutters. ‘If you were out there with Bere and his men. You’d be so vulnerable.’ He sighs, almost in relief, but I can feel myself fading into the background now, so I’m not sure, and I find I no longer care.

This thing, this need that’s overtaken me...There is only the desire. It should scare me or shame me, but there’s nothing else.

I give in to it, letting him touch me, caress me, make me feel.

His hands run up the insides of my thighs and he parts me wide, looking down at my core with an expression I no longer have the capacity or inclination to work out. His thumbs part my most intimate place, and he stares.

I shift, wanting more than just his eyes on me, and my heartbeat quickens in excitement as he unlaces the front of his breeches.

I mewl impatiently but he ignores me, taking his time as he releases himself.

His cock is hard and quite big, but it doesn’t scare me the way the bulls’ do.

I know to the bottom of my being that he won’t just rut me like a beast. He’ll move the way a fae does, with purpose and dignified force .

I wish I could see him, feel his skin on mine, but he’s fully clothed. He reaches over me, taking me by the throat. He doesn’t squeeze or hurt me, he just holds me firmly and I feel him at my entrance.

‘Do you want this, Bryn?’ he asks me.

I’m nodding hard before he’s even finished speaking. I think he’s going to just thrust in because that’s how I’ve seen it done, and that’s how it was done to me before, but he doesn’t. He eases himself in slowly, inch by agonizingly tight inch, his eyes not leaving mine.

I take in a deep breath, the need that’s been torturing me abating enough for me to think clearly.

‘Your cunt is fucking perfect,’ he breathes.

My cheeks heat and I have to force myself not to look away from his dark eyes.

It’s as if he’s staring into my soul and I into his.

If I look away, the spell, this odd connection, will be broken and this.

..him making love to me will turn into something else, something cold and distant.

I don’t want that. I want the look of fondness he’s giving me, the pleasure I see in his eyes as he feels me around him.

He keeps pushing into me until he’s buried inside completely, and then he doesn’t move. My muscles contract and he groans.

‘Give me a moment,’ he murmurs, leaning over me so our bodies are flush. He caresses my hair, pulling my locks away from my face in an almost caring gesture.

‘You don’t have to make it like this,’ I begin, but he hushes me.

‘I want it to be,’ he whispers, and then he kisses me deeply.

He pulls out slowly and thrusts back in, making me moan into his mouth.

The mere feel of him moving inside me is enough to sate whatever has taken over my mind and body, and I feel myself relaxing into him.

My eyes open and I stare. I see his gaze flick to the side of the cave and follow his gaze.

Both Morgan and Locke are watching us from their place by the fire, their tasks forgotten.

Them seeing me stokes the fire that’s inside me, and I push my hips upward, taking Jak more deeply. His eyes widen and he groans.

‘Gods, lass, are you sure this is the first time you’ve done this?’

Does he think I lied?

Of course he does. Humans are deceitful and cunning.

Inexplicable tears prick the corners of my eyes and concern alights in his countenance.

‘Do you want me to stop?’

I shake my head.

‘Then no more thoughts like that.’

Can he read my mind?

He gives me a small grin. ‘No, I can’t see your thoughts, sweet, but notice them passing over your face. No more. Enjoy this with me. Think only of now.’

‘All right,’ I whisper and then cry out as he surges into me, and it feels even better than when he was going slowly.

My fingers clutch his clothes, grasping him as close as I can while he takes me, his movements pushing my body higher and higher into a state of bliss that’s better than any forced release could ever be.

My scream is loud and my body is consumed by pleasure, fluttering and quaking with sensations the likes of which I’ve never felt before.

I vaguely feel him tighten and he pushes into me as deeply as he can, shooting his seed into me as he throws back his head with a bellow that reverberates through the cavern.

A moment later, as he looks down, taking in my harsh breathing and my sated expression, he gives me a small, sad smile.

‘Sleep,’ he murmurs, kissing my lips gently, and I find myself obeying.

My eyes snap open and I gasp, sitting up and wincing at the soreness between my legs. The night is cloudy and vague, but I remember enough of it to be mortified. I begged them to touch me. I begged Locke to...and then Jak.

My breathing is hard and quick and I struggle to my feet, needing to get out of the cave because it’s closing in on me and I can’t breathe. I run for the light I can see beyond the smoldering fire, but someone grabs me around my waist and pulls me back.

‘No!’ I shriek, struggling fruitlessly

‘Enough, Bryn!’ Locke snarls and I freeze, my eyes swimming with tears.

‘Let me go,’ I say brokenly, realizing that my clothes are gone too, and for once feeling utterly vulnerable without them.

‘Hush,’ he murmurs, his arms holding me tightly. ‘You’re safe.’

But my breathing won’t slow and the cavern is spinning.

I feel his conjure before he’s even finished making it, and I buck wildly.

‘No!’ I scream. ‘Don’t use magick on me!’

His sudden intake of breath, and the dropping of his arms has me pulling away, but he grabs me again before I can escape him, his movements jerky and desperate.

‘Don’t let her out of the cave in case she jumps from the edge,’ I hear him wheeze.

‘Give her to me,’ Morgan demands, and I’m thrust toward the huge fae who scoops me up like I’m no more than a lamb and holds me to him.

When he turns, I can see Locke on his knees on the floor of the cave, clutching his chest.

‘What’s wrong with him?’ I wail.

‘I’m all right,’ he grunts as if in pain, raising a placating hand in our direction as he lowers his head toward the floor and grimaces.

‘Calm, Bryn,’ Morgan says soothingly, holding me tightly.

‘I wasn’t running,’ I say almost hysterically. ‘I just wanted to get out of the cave. I can’t– I can’t breathe.’

‘I understand,’ he said calmly, ‘but you seemed very upset when you woke up and then you began to run for the entrance. Locke was closest, so he grabbed you in case you’d forgotten how high up we are.’

I had forgotten.

Morgan carries me to the mouth of the cave and I breathe in deep, hurried breaths of the fresh air.

Locke gets to his feet a bit unsteadily and gives his head a shake as if to clear it.

‘Are you all right?’ Jak asks, and I cringe deeper into Morgan’s arms as I remember what the former healer did last night, what I begged him for.

‘Yes, I’m all right.’

‘What happened? Did our wayward human get a lucky strike in?’

Our wayward human?

Locke’s eyes find me, and I can’t read his expression. ‘No, it felt as if my magick was sucked from me for just a moment. I’m fine. It was… I’ve never felt such a thing before.’

I feel Morgan’s hand stroking my bare back gently and my embarrassment rises higher.

I look up to find Jak watching us, and I shut my eyes quickly, shame enveloping me.

How could I have done this? Let this happen?

‘It’s all right, Bryn,’ Morgan rumbles, taking me back into the recesses of the cave now that my breathing has slowed and sitting down with me.

I almost laugh out loud at his words as I look up at him.

‘I’ve seen human slaves practically throwing themselves at masters, hoping for better treatment,’ I hiss. ‘I promised myself I would never...’

‘Sweet, that’s not what happened,’ Jak says, kneeling in front of Morgan and I.

I turn away, burying my face in the larger fae’s tunic.

‘You weren’t yourself,’ Jak murmurs. ‘I’m sorry I did that. I wish I hadn’t had to, but the tea didn’t work, and you were in pain.’ He sighs.

‘ I’m sorry,’ I whisper. ‘I know you wouldn’t have done that...with me if I hadn’t begged it of you.’

Jak takes my chin and forces my eyes to his. ‘Bryn, doing ‘that’ with you was hardly some hardship I had to endure.’

I roll my eyes. ‘Stop. Please. I know I’m not...attractive. My legs are short. My hips, wide. My scars are everywhere. My face... I know that you likely had to think of another to...be ready. I’m just sorry I made you do it.’

Jak and Morgan share a look. ‘You didn’t make us do anything, not even Locke. Understand?’

I give a tiny nod though I don’t believe them.

‘Why do you think these things?’ Morgan asks, his brow furrowing.

I shrug.