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“Show me,” he whispered. “Show me what little joy I can bring to you, my mizrah.”
His words were strange and distant, and yet I felt them singing to my bones as he slid the tips of those two fingers to my entrance and pumped shallow strokes before returning tothe sensitive bud, slick and warm, pressing and circling with relentless urgency.
I panted, still gripping his horns, squeezing them as I rocked my pelvis up into his questing fingers. A startled cry erupted as my climax spun higher and higher, so fast that I had to bite my lip to keep from crying out.
“Show me,” he commanded. Begged.
I kept his gaze as he circled and flicked my clit with increasing speed until I was soaring with a hard climax, my body jerking as I dropped my head back. His mouth was on my breast, sucking fiercely, causing more spasms to ripple. He covered my mound with the flat of his palm, sliding those two blunt-tipped fingers inside me just a little.
My sex squeezed and pulsed around the tips as he continued to lave my breast while I came down from my glorious high. As I did, my surroundings came back to me quickly. The high flames still blocked out the courtiers, nothing but blurry shadows on the other side—all still present, voices overlapping, rising above the drums.
Some chanted Goll’s name. Some chanted “Mizrah.” Yet another voice shouted, “Show us, my liege!” And another something similar with a boisterous laugh.
I stiffened, realizing we were still on public display, even if they couldn’t see us. Goll was hiding us with his feyfire.
He slid up my torso, caging me in with his wide chest and body, his palm still cradling the back of my neck, his claws edged into my hair. I let go of his horns and gripped his shoulders.
“Not much longer,” he told me before he slid those two fingers inside his mouth and sucked on them. His eyes closed briefly before he stroked them back inside me. Deeper this time, he thrust till a sharp pain made me cry out loudly and dig my nails into his skin.
Another wild clamor of noise and thumping of chests. More hearty laughter.
I realized they were celebrating their king taking my virginity. The thought stirred an altogether different emotion since I’d entered this room—shame.
This was not the way of Issosians. A couple was moon-bound beneath Lumera’s guiding light. Vows were spoken, and the couple pledged their bodies in the privacy of their bedchamber.
Here, I was a spectacle, a fae woman to be claimed and owned by the king, to bear his child. A vessel for his heir, not for his heart or his love. The realization made my body go cold, even while my sex throbbed with recent pleasure and the more recent pain.
Goll saw something in my gaze that tightened his expression. He removed his fingers from my body, lifting his own higher to look between us. I felt a small trickle of warmth. He firmly wiped his bloody fingers upon the white cushion and muttered, “Fuck. Enough.”
Then he scooped me into his arms and carried me toward the wall of flames. He murmured a command that I felt vibrate against the side of my ribcage pressed to his chest more than I heard him above the clamoring noise of the throne room. The flames snuffed out, filling the area with smoke as he carried me swiftly from the room.
He didn’t look back or say a word as he strode through the ghostly corridors, still empty of anyone at all. I kept my face hidden, my mind reeling with worry. That wasn’t right. That hadn’t gone the way it was supposed to. He hadn’t claimed me. Not entirely. What did that mean?
But I didn’t have time to think long before I realized I was back in my bedchamber, a low fire crackling in the hearth. Goll thrust the door shut with his foot and carried me to the bed.
“Goll?” I asked, not sure what to say as he laid me on the mattress.
“Shhh.” He untied his tunic and tossed it aside then he climbed in on top of me. “It’ll be over soon, Una.”
“Oh.” He was going to finish here. I spread my legs and readied for the pain again. I was well aware there would be pain the first time. Hava had told me enough, having had lovers of her own.
But when I glanced between our bodies, most of him hidden in shadow beneath the coverlet, I could still make out the sizable length of his cock. Knowing his fingers caused pain, I wasn’t sure I was ready for this. But I had to be.
“Look at me, Una.”
I did, watching his ethereal gaze glow in the dark as he gripped himself and stroked the head of his cock at my entrance, grazing the tight nub that gave me so much pleasure before he pressed inside me. I widened my legs, bracing for the pain as he slid deeper.
The sting returned, not quite as sharp but close enough. I whimpered.
“You can bear it, Una.” His voice was gravelly deep. “Just a little longer.”
“Goll,” was all I could say in response, my sex burning at his large intrusion.
His eyes slid closed as he thrust deeper and deeper until he was seated fully inside me. I panted harshly, curling my fingers into his back, my thighs wide and flattened to the mattress to take him.
“Not long,” he growled, his voice tight with strain. “I promise.”
Then he started to move, the painful stinging more intense now that he pumped in and out of me. Even so, there was a distant thrum of pleasure building as well. His magick sank intomy skin with a tantalizing caress. His eyes opened on me again, unreadable but hot with blue flame.
