Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 81261 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 406(@200wpm)___ 325(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81261 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 406(@200wpm)___ 325(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
And yes, for as much as I hate this job, these are all still my people, every one of them either original fallen or spawned from the fallen, so they are mine to protect.
Nyssa’s tongue lashes against mine, and when my hand goes between her legs, I find her soaked for me. Ten seconds of foreplay and she’s ready, and it cools some of my anger.
But not enough to slow it down or be gentle.
“Tell me to stop if this is too much.” It’s the only warning she gets before I push her onto the white fur rug in the middle of a sitting arrangement and bend her over a chaise lounge.
My body has come to know her well and yet it feels better each time I press my length into her from behind. I grunt at the tightness and smile wickedly at her cry that’s probably mostly pleasure, but there could be a pinch of pain as I didn’t take my time with her.
I hold still to give her a chance to say stop, but she pushes her ass back against me, and it’s all the permission I need.
I fuck Nyssa hard, using her soft, pliant body to quell my rage with pleasure. Her tiny moans and breathy pleas for more turn anger into lust.
My wings flare outward as I wrap both my arms around her stomach and pull her upward, my hips still driving hard against her. Fingers find her clit, and I barely touch her before she’s exploding into an orgasm that I feel rippling all around me.
I thrust hard, driving madly into her as I let her fall forward onto the chaise again. My hands at her hips, I pump and pump and pump until I’m coming so hard, the castle starts to shake.
Nyssa gasps and cranes her neck to look back at me. I’m still rocking into her, my orgasm going on and on. “Look at you, little human,” I say through gritted teeth with my eyes locked on hers. “Causing me to set off an earthquake that I bet was felt well into the First Dimension.”
Her eyes go round with awe, and her face flushes. “Really?”
“Yeah,” I grunt, slamming into her one last time and holding still. I close my eyes and try to pull my power back in. The rumbling and shaking stops, and my wings fold tight against my back.
I again wrap my arms around Nyssa and let us fall down to the plush rug where we lie on our backs staring up at the glossy arched ceiling of smooth obsidian.
“Are you okay?” I ask, surprised I actually care. But I do. I don’t want to hurt her, and I can be rough.
“All good,” she says, and my head rolls to look her way. She wears a dreamy smile as she stares upward, and fuck… it makes me smile. “Do you feel better?”
“I feel calmer,” I admit.
Nyssa’s eyes move from the ceiling to me. “Will you be able to prevent this from happening again?”
“I’ll send some guards to patrol, but Calashte is expansive, and it will be hard to monitor all of it.”
“What happens to the girl who died? Does her soul go into the river automatically?”
“Deep questions,” I say, going up on one elbow to look down at her.
“If you don’t want to answer.” She shrugs, as if it’s not a big deal.
But I like talking to her.
“I don’t mind answering your curiosities. It’s dinnertime, though, so let’s eat while we talk.”
With some creative bending of distance and a magical flourish, I’m able to grab food from the kitchen, wrap Nyssa in a robe, and seat her at the dining table in my suite. She looks absolutely wrecked—probably a bit from the way I just moved her about in a whirlwind of power, but I think mostly from the force of our orgasms.
Hell, mine triggered an earthquake.
“Eat,” I say, gesturing to the food. Some sort of meat and vegetable pie Rhynda created. “You wanted to know what happens to Dark Fae when we die?”
Nyssa picks at the crust and nibbles on it. “And… well, how can you die? I thought you’re immortal.”
“It’s incredibly difficult to kill us, but a strike of iron to the heart or brain will do the job efficiently.” I can’t believe I just told her that… the one way guaranteed to kill me, and Nyssa being a murderess. “As for what happens when a fae dies, it depends on who’s in power. When Kymaris ruled, she sent all souls directly to the river or twisted them into demons for her personal use. I choose to pass judgment case by case.”
“You reincarnate Dark Fae souls?” she asks, surprise on her face.
“No, our banishment from Heaven into the Underworld was meant to be eternal. Reincarnation is not a luxury afforded to the Dark or Light Fae. But I can choose to spare a soul and not send it into the Crimson River.”