Total pages in book: 109
Estimated words: 101147 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 506(@200wpm)___ 405(@250wpm)___ 337(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 101147 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 506(@200wpm)___ 405(@250wpm)___ 337(@300wpm)
I exchange a glance with my cousin. I’m certain they were both thinking the same thing. We dealt with a creature with two faces not six months before. “Is she a hag?”
Cara shoots me a dirty look. “Of course not. Have you ever heard of a hag who could serve as a consort?”
“No,” I reply. “But then consorts don’t tend to change forms. How do I know this isn’t a trick of Torin’s?”
Torin is dead set on killing Beck and Cian. He sent a hag to do the job last time. He might think to try it again. The thought of Kaja being one of Torin’s goons unsettles me.
“I gave her a purgative when she came here,” Cara explains. “I give it to all the ladies to make sure they are free of any spells or hexes. There was not a hint of magic on her.” She looks thoughtfully at the woman in her charge. “I would say she is a shapeshifter of some sort, but she isn’t Fae. The demon said she came from a far-off plane. The females there must be consorts as well.”
I can accept that explanation, but I’m worried all the same. I really don’t know what Kaja is. “So the silver will be gone by morning. What about the aphrodisiac?”
Cara’s mouth turns down. “It will only be in effect for a few hours, but it will be painful for her. It is a strong mix, if I am correct. She needs to have physical relations or she will feel like she is burning inside. My husband was trying to make sure she didn’t resist you.” Cara walks over to Dante. “If you are intending to revoke the sale, it would be best if you would allow me to find her a male.”
“I will take care of my consort.” Do I need to tattoo it on my forehead or something? I’m getting damn tired of having to remind everyone of my rights.
Cara cranes her neck to look up at me. “I understand, Mr. Dellacourt. Do you require anything?”
“I think I have the proper equipment.”
“Come along, Cara,” Beck says with a slight smile. “You can stand guard outside. If my cousin needs anything, he will let you know. Dante, the drawers in the back are filled with…helpful items. Many a wedding night has occurred here. I will make sure she isn’t given the drugs again. She’s my cousin now, too.”
I nod, satisfied with Beck’s acceptance. I wonder what Cian said to turn the warrior king around. The flap to the tent slaps shut, and I’m left alone with my wife.
I kneel down, placing a hand on her naked back. The towel has fallen away, and she writhes on the bed. I can see her pain. I can also see her body. My fangs lengthen, and I curse myself for being a selfish bastard. This is not the way I want my first intimacy with my wife to go.
“Kaja,” I say carefully through my fangs. “I need to take care of you.”
She shakes her head. “It hurts.”
She covers her pussy with her hand, showing me where her pain is greatest.
It strikes me suddenly that there’s an easy solution. Why isn’t she masturbating? I shove my hand under hers and cup her pussy. Her eyes fly open.
“No,” she says helplessly. She seems to know she can’t fight me so she plays to my sympathy. In this case, I can’t have any. “No mating.”
I keep my eyes and voice soft as my hand rubs against the flesh of her pussy. She’s soaking wet. I let my hand dip inside her and my dick gets hard as a rock. It’s going to be a long night. I can’t take her. She hasn’t given me permission. The drug doesn’t change that. I’ll take care of her, but I’ll be going without. I refuse to be one more person who takes from Kaja and gives nothing back.
She tries to push my hand away, her legs rubbing restlessly. “No. Leave me alone.”
I have to wonder. She’s obviously in extreme pain. She isn’t a virgin by her own admission. Why is she fighting? Why isn’t she trying to take care of herself? I try to remember her words from before. “Kaja, you will mind me. Be still. Tell me something, sweetheart, when the Second held you down for the mating, did he pleasure you?”
Her eyes are feverish, the pupils large. “Women receive children from the mating. Men receive pleasure. Everyone knows this.”
I feel a slow smile spread across my face. That door I slammed closed with my idiotic admission swings open again. I let my thumb drift up, sliding over her plump clitoris and sigh. She has all the parts for an orgasm. She simply needs someone who knows what he’s doing. I might not be the greatest businessman in the world. I’m not CEO material like my sister. I can’t recall amazing amounts of data like Cian or wield a sword like Beck. But there is one thing I’m confident in.