Chapter Seven

 

 

After Drostan had dried us off, he carried me back into the bedroom and laid me on the bed. He climbed onto the mattress beside me, pulled the covers up around us, and tucked me in against his side. Then he gently stroked my hair and kissed my forehead before he drifted off to sleep. I stared across the muscled expanse of Drostan's chest and wondered how my life had come to this... and how I felt about it. My emotions were churning inside me; I couldn't decide whether I had enjoyed what Drostan had done or hated it. It made me feel humiliated and angry while also making me feel desired and really naughty—in a good way. I was going insane.

And it had only just begun.

I fell into a fitful sleep and woke groggily to the sound of the bedroom door opening. I blinked my eyes up at two men who were looming over me. One of them was Drostan, and the other was a stranger. I glanced at the stranger and ended up doing a double take. He had green hair. It was dark green, and kind of subtle, but still green; with the sheen of tropical leaves. This guy's skin was normal—though a tad pale—but his eyes were even greener than his hair; a bright, verdant hue that seemed to glow from within. Just like Drostan's eyes were doing.

“Well done, Your Majesty; you found her,” the green-eyed stranger said. Then his eyes narrowed on my undressed and rumpled state. “How long has she been here?” He growled as he glared at Drostan.

“Two nights.” Drostan smirked.

“You weren't supposed to—”

Drostan raised his brows at the other man.

“You fucking bastard,” Green-Eyes snarled.

“Why is it so important to you?” Drostan fixed his stare intently on the other man.

“Never mind,” Green-Eyes huffed.

“Good; so we're in agreement?” Drostan asked.

“I believe we have an Understanding.” Green-Eyes nodded crisply.

“Hey!” I'd finally had enough of being talked about in vague and slightly sinister terms. “We have an Understanding, Drostan. You don't get to bring someone else into it.”

“My apologies,” Green Hair bowed; one hand to his sword hilt and the other to his chest. “I have behaved in an unchivalrous manner; at the very least, we should have been introduced. I am Conall, Knight of the Seelie Court.”

“A knight and a king.” I narrowed my eyes at them. “What has this guy got to do with me, Drostan? Goddamnit; if you change this arrangement on me, I'm leaving; deal over.”

“And where would you go?” Drostan chortled.

“What the hell do you mean?” I growled. “I'd go home, of course. Why? How far have you taken me? Are we in Alaska? Texas? Holy shit! Did you take me out of the country?”

Conall sat on the bed beside me; casting a glare at Drostan as he continued to laugh boisterously

“You've been brought to our world, Riley; a world laid beside yours, but in another universe entirely,” Conall said gently. “We call it Tirne, but humans have other names for it; Faerie, Tir na nOg, and the Other Realm, just to name a few. What's important is that you understand that there is no way back to your world without a fairy guiding you. You are no longer a citizen of America or even of Earth; you have become a member of the Unseelie Court and a resident of Tirne.”

“I'm in another world?” I asked slowly.

“I'll prove it to you later.” Drostan sighed and then said to Conall, “She requires proof of everything.”

“I'm not surprised.” Conall looked back at me. “It's nice to meet you, Riley. Don't worry; your Understanding hasn't been altered; it's with King Drostan alone.”

“Okay,” I muttered.

“Conall? Shall we conclude our business so you can take your leave?”

“Yes, Your Majesty.” Conall agreed. “Welcome to Tirne, Riley. I hope you're happy here.”

“Thank you,” I said warily.

Conall got to his feet, cast one last look in my direction, and then followed Drostan out of the room.

“Wait,” I called after them, but they just closed the door on me. “What the hell was that about?” I grumbled to myself.

I huffed as I fell backward onto the bed and pulled the covers up to my chin. If Drostan was going to leave me there, I was going to get a little more shut-eye. I was out within minutes; confusion and exhaustion sending me straight into a dreamless sleep. The next time I woke, it was to Drostan gently shaking my shoulder. I opened my eyes and saw him staring down at me tenderly.

“You must hate me,” he whispered. “I know I've been rough with you, but I needed you to understand that if you fight me, there will be serious repercussions, and not just from me. This world is magical, Riley, and magic is not all beauty and wonder; it's often violent and cruel. Without my protection, you would be prey for the monsters of my world. You must follow my dictates without hesitation.”

I started to sit up, but he pushed me back down.

“No, you don't have to get up yet,” Drostan said gently. “Sleep in; rest. You've been used cruelly, and you didn't deserve that. Allow me to make it up to you. You can sleep as long as you like, and when you wake, I'll take you outside the castle and show you the better parts of my world.”

I nodded; too confused to speak. Drostan leaned down and kissed me tenderly. Then he saw the shiver chains and his expression hardened.

“What's wrong?” I asked.

“Nothing,” he murmured. “Let's get these off you; you must be uncomfortable in them.”

“A little; yeah.”

I stared at Drostan as he carefully removed the chains before tossing them into a corner. After I was free, he tucked the blanket back around me, and then headed out of the room. I closed my eyes and drifted back to sleep. I wasn't sure if he was genuine or if this was just another part of his twisted game, but I was going to take the rest and comfort while I could.

I woke quite awhile later when a soft sound alerted me to the presence of another person in the room. I opened my eyes to find a stunningly attractive man standing before me. He had bright blond hair sweeping back from his pale forehead, and a pair of soft, gray eyes. He was bare-chested and sleekly muscled; like a ballet dancer. When he noticed me looking at him, he smiled warmly.

“Hello, Riley,” he said.

That was it; two words, and I was his. I would have done anything he asked of me. In the back of my subconscious, I knew that something was wrong, but I couldn't bring those protests to the surface. I just stared at him and smiled.

He came forward and drew back the covers. I was completely naked, but I didn't mind. I just waited patiently as he stared at my body for long moments. Finally, he inhaled appreciatively and smiled wider.

“My name is Anjel,” he said as he held a hand out to me. “It's a pleasure to meet you, Riley.”

“Angel?” I asked as I took his hand. “That's appropriate.”

“No.” He chuckled. “Ann-gel.” He sounded it out for me. “King Drostan sent me to give you a massage.”

“He did?” I asked in surprise. “How nice of him.”

“Indeed.” Anjel smiled wickedly. “I have a table set up in the library. Come with me.”

“Okay.”

I followed Anjel into the small antechamber just outside of the bedroom and then through the door on the right. Anjel opened the door and led me into a spacious library. It was lined in floor-to-ceiling bookshelves except in two places: a strip where the fireplace resided and a wall of mullioned windows at the end of the room. Anjel led me to a silk draped massage table set within the curve of the windows.

“Lie down, Riley,” he said. “Face down; there's a cradle for your face.”

Anjel helped me onto the table, and I got comfortable. Just lying there felt nice, but when he laid oily hands on my back and started kneading my sore muscles, I went liquid. Anjel was an expert; all of the tension from the past few days drained away under his magical hands. My body trembled with the release; I'd been wound that tight. I breathed deeply, and the scent of violets played with my already-foggy senses. It was absolute heaven, and I was completely relaxed when Anjel's hands started drifting into intimate places.

Anjel's hand had skimmed up my inner thigh and brushed my sex. My eyes jerked in surprise, and I flinched

“Just enjoy it,” Anjel purred as he placed a reassuring hand on my lower back.

I relaxed and did as he suggested. As soon as I did, Anjel went back to stroking the inside of my thighs; working his way steadily up. He eased my legs apart, and I felt his fingertips brushing me gently again; a light, teasing touch. Then he drew back and rubbed his hands over my ass; massaging me thoroughly.

“Turn over, please,” Anjel said.

I immediately flipped onto my back and stared up at him with heavy-lidded eyes. Anjel's eyes were softly glowing, and as soon as I saw them, I relaxed even further. He smiled as he ran his hands up my legs; massaging me as he went. I melted; my legs falling open on their own. Anjel nudged them even further apart with his strong strokes. Then his magical hands coasted over my sex and rubbed up my belly. I was beginning to want him to touch me in forbidden places; crave it. Every light movement just made me desire him more.

Anjel moved around the table to stand behind my head; sliding his hands up to my breasts. He dripped warm oil over the mounds of flesh and then rubbed it in slowly. I closed my eyes and sighed in pleasure as he began to knead my breasts; circling my nipples to rub them between his fingers. And then his mouth covered one, and my eyes popped open. Anjel was bent over me; his chest holding my head down. But I could see his jaw working as he sucked greedily on one breast while he massaged the other. I moaned, and one of Anjel's hands slipped down my stomach and over my sex. His fingers worked me expertly; massaging the outside of my pussy with a kneading motion as he continued to suck on my nipple. Then he slid his middle finger inside me and started to rotate it. I rolled my head back against his erection, through his loose pants; I wanted more than his finger inside me. Anjel rubbed himself against me for awhile, but then he straightened as he eased to my side. He continued to work my womanhood as he undid the ties of his trousers. His sleek member popped free; its tip glistening and begging for my mouth. I turned toward it, licking my lips.

“A royal concubine sucking my cock,” he murmured. “I saw what you did to our king, and I can't wait to feel that mouth on me. Or that tight pussy milking my shaft. Would you like me to fuck your pussy, Riley?”

I nodded eagerly; every word he spoke sent me further into desperation.

“And this little puckered hole,” he went on as he pulled his fingers from my pussy and rubbed the wetness over my asshole. “I'm sure that King Drostan has already taken you here, but I could make it far more enjoyable for you. Would you like me to shove my long, hard cock up your ass, Riley?”

Anjel's finger slid up my ass and I writhed on it. I was just about to say yes—that he could do whatever he wanted to me—when he disappeared.

I heard some disturbing sounds, but I couldn't focus on them. I was too desperate to have sex; my mouth salivating as my pussy dripped onto the silk sheet. Then Drostan's face entered my line of sight; his eyes concerned and angry all at once.

“Riley?” He asked urgently. “Can you hear me? Riley, I'm so sorry. Things here are worse than I'd thought if that Gancanagh doesn't respect Drostan enough to stay away from you.”

“Drostan?” I moaned. “Aren't you Drostan?”

Drostan blinked and glanced away. “Yes; of course I am.”

“Drostan, I need you,” I whispered as I went for his belt.

Drostan took one look at my aroused state and started to help me undress him. He was naked within moments, and then I had him in my mouth. Oh, the sublime pleasure of it. I licked and laved at him; the salty-sweet taste of him exciting me even further. I loved the feeling of that silky skin against my tongue, and the weight of his balls in my hand. Then Drostan shifted up on the table—keeping his cock firmly in my mouth—and positioned his head over my sex. As he began to pump into me, he lowered his mouth to me. I cried out around his cock as Drostan licked me wildly.

Then he added his fingers; to thrust up inside me and curve up into my G-spot. I came in a blinding rush of ecstasy; pleasure rolling up my legs and back down again. When the waves of rapture subsided, Drostan rolled off me and moved me down the table so that my knees hung over the edge. He positioned himself between my thighs and yanked me down even further; onto his cock. Drostan started thrusting rapidly; sending me plummeting back into arousal. All I could focus on were the sensations of that hard, slick shaft sliding in and out of me and the way it looked. The silvery skin of Drostan's cock—wet with my desire—was even more luminous against the black curls around its base.

The pleasure built again; climbing ever upward. Drostan shouted out his release as I screamed mine. Then the desire receded, and my head rolled to the side; to see the decapitated body of my masseuse.

I started to scream again, but this time it wasn't out of pleasure.