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Only when her lashes fluttered did he release her, and she drew in a gasping breath. He ran his nose along her neck, kissing and sucking where moments ago he had been choking. Backing away from her, he shoved her legs apart, using his magic to pin her ankles in place so she was bared to him completely.
Before she could protest, he dropped between her thighs, using his tongue to part her folds and finding her wet and wanting. She moaned, a deep, reverberating sound that pressed into his jaw as her thighs began to shake. Gripping them hard enough to bruise, he forced them further apart and himself further inside, moving his tongue from her folds to her clit and nipping harshly.
“Goddess!” she screamed, arching off the bed at the bite, but the male’s rough hands pinning her legs and his magic pinning her wrists and ankles did not allow for much movement. He soothed the ache with flicks of his tongue, and she relaxed backward once more.
“You’ve got to be prepared for all of me. Be a good girl and come for me while I fuck you with my fingers,” he said before shoving two into her dripping center.
She was tight in all the right ways, and he moaned to himself at how good she was going to feel around his cock. It didn’t take long for her to orgasm, not when his fingers and tongue found the right rhythm and the tension between them was palpable. The whole night, she’d flirted with him, sat on his lap, and trailed her fingers along his shoulders and jaw. His brothers-in-arms were jealous when she invited him to her room in the large manor home they currently occupied. He had shot them a salacious wink as he left them behind.
“Kazimir!” she cried, her walls pulsing around his fingers, and he withdrew them immediately, pushing off the bed andlining himself up with her entrance before she’d even come down from where she floated.
“Time to give you what you want,” he growled, seating himself to the hilt and landing with hands braced on either side of her head. His thrusts were brutal and punishing, and a slapping sound filled the room, along with his heaving breaths.
The female was totally at his mercy, and his dark desires wanted to play that night. She whimpered and moaned as he spread her open, his cock licking every inch of her inner walls. His pounding was so relentless that the bed rocked rapidly, creaking under the ferocity of his pace. Craning his mouth to the crook of her shoulder, he bit down, drawing a hint of blood from her skin and leaving a purple bruise in his wake.
“So fucking good,” he praised as she continued to take him. Moving his way down her shoulder, he imprinted more dark marks with his teeth, and she tensed beneath him.
“That’s starting to hurt,” she whimpered.
“You can take it, Izidora,” he shot back, moving a hand to her throat.
“That’s not my–” she protested before he cut off her air.
His spine tingled, balls tightening in preparation to come, and with his thrusts growing erratic, he pulled out of her. “Fuck, Izidora,” he groaned again, coating her belly and chest in his seed while her lashes fluttered against her high cheekbones.
Releasing her throat, he returned his fingers to her core, fucking her with his hand until she came moments later, wetness gushing everywhere. The female’s breasts heaved, and her face and chest were fully flushed as she eyed him with a mixture of lust and confusion. He left her on the bed, cuffed with his magic, until he was fully dressed. From his pocket, he pulled a small bag of coins and plopped it on a bedside table.
“Tell no one about what happened between us,” he instructed, striding for the door. Only once he was about toreach for the handle and open it did he banish the silver from her body, slipping into the hall and jogging down the stairs toward the sound of merry voices that carried through the manor.
Once he’d slipped back into the party, he sought out his brothers-in-arms, finding three out of four of them waiting near where he’d left them. The one with shaggy hair and a beard clapped him on the back when he broke their circle. “Nice work, brother. She looked delicious.”
“Where’s Kriztof?” the emerald-eyed one asked.
“He found himself a pretty Crystal Fae to take upstairs, too. If it weren’t for Cazius watching us like a hawk, we’d have joined you two,” the other shrugged in reply. “He really wants us to work this year’s crowd at Béke to find some leads on the lost princess.”
It had been sixteen years since she had been kidnapped, and new leads were few and far between. “Let’s go see what we can find,” the emerald-eyed one sighed.
The four companions slipped into the crowd, their masks giving them the perfect cover to strike up a conversation with the Fae in attendance. They were all smooth talkers after years of coaxing secrets from unwilling mouths, though their efforts were not fruitful that night – at least not in finding information on the lost princess.
II
22
Béke Day Five
Thirteen males waited for us in the cave where Izidora had been chained. Drazen and I had rushed from the strength competition to move them while the streets were still packed and Fae and Félvér busied themselves with food and drink. These thirteen were all pure-blooded Iron Fae, and I had no qualms about killing them – not that it would have stopped me had they been Félvér. These males had raped and scarred my mate, and they would not live to see another day.
Under the cover of darkness, Izidora and I slipped from a hidden exit of Ryza Citadel and onto the streets of Radence. The night air was like a slap to the face, and I knew without a doubt that by the time we returned in the morning the ground would be covered in snow. The cloak I had gifted Izidora was pulled tightly around her, the rare white fur trapping every bit of heat she needed to stay warm.
Maybe I should see if Rares has a way to fix that rib of hers that always aches in the cold.
“Let me know if you need to stop and warm up, sprite.”
Her aquamarine eyes shone up at me from beneath the steel gray hood of her cloak. “I’ll be fine. Where are we going anyway?”
I steered her down a side street, toward a nondescript building a dozen blocks away. “Do you trust me?”
She stopped in her tracks, somewhat hidden in the shadows between two stone buildings. “You’re making me nervous. What is going on?” She chewed on her lip while she waited for my reply.
