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  Chapter Two

  I stood beside the fountain, which allowed me to keep Kerri in my sights, since I had no idea who the mark was, other than his name. Evander was a common name among the higher fae men and was usually reserved for those who came from thoroughbred bloodlines. My full name was forbidden to use in the presence of the high fae. It hadn’t stopped the agency from using the name sewn into the blanket I’d been abandoned in at birth, though. It was why Dom called me Eli instead of Elianna.

  Kerri turned toward the gates as men in full armor moved through it. I paused, noting the quality of the armor and the etching of dragons that covered the chest plates of the lords who rode closely together. The tallest man stepped out in front of the others as Kerri smiled in greeting, turning to level me with a cool look before the male directly in front of her did the same, brushing over me without notice as if I held no worthwhile qualities he desired.

  Turning away from them, I stared at Dominick, where he broodingly studied me from the wall he leaned against. Unclasping the stopper on the potion, I tipped it back, intending to allow a single drop to enter my system when someone bumped into me. The entire contents entered my mouth, and I clamped it closed, staring into aquamarine eyes that smiled at me.

  “I’m sorry, my lady, your beauty knocked me off of my feet,” he said wickedly, bowing low at the waist. His pretty blue gaze slid down my body with a heated look before lifting back up to hold mine. “Kaius,” he announced, waiting expectantly for my name.

  I smiled with a mouthful of the potion as my eyes searched for anywhere viable to spit the potion out, finding nothing that wouldn’t draw attention to me. Swallowing with unease, I bowed my head demurely. “Elianna,” I whispered, feeling the acrid burn as it slid down the back of my throat.

  “Beautiful name, for a rather exquisite creature,” he continued as he signaled for a server and grabbed two flutes of champagne from a passing tray, extending his hand to offer me one. “Champagne?”

  “I hate champagne.” I turned away, dismissing him outright as I searched for Kerri through the partygoers, but I was intercepted by a guard before I’d taken a single step away from the too pretty male.

  “Come with me, Elianna. Kerri has requested your presence,” he growled as he moved forward without waiting to see if I followed.

  We entered the castle, not stopping until we’d gone deep into the living quarters. He opened a door, and Kerri waited inside, her silver eyes filled with ire as I entered it silently. Frowning, I watched her pacing before the bed as her hands balled into fists before she spun around to glare at me.

  “I said a sip, you drank the entire thing!”

  “I was bumped, and spitting it out would have looked rather…guilty to anyone watching me.”

  “You stupid little bitch, it’s too late to get anyone else to replace you. You will do this, or I will murder your little boyfriend in front of you. Do you understand me?”

  “Perfectly,” I swallowed past the lump her words created in my throat.

  “Take off the dress and pour Evander a drink. You will wait here until he joins you. Mess this up, and you will regret it greatly.”

  “Understood, mistress,” I stated flatly, feeling heat rolling through my body. Her eyes narrowed before she stepped forward, scrutinizing me.

  Her hands snaked out, plumping my hair before she removed the straps of the dress I wore while the guard watched us. Kerri’s hand touched my upturned breast, and a cruel smile curved her lips.

  “Such beauty is wasted on cock,” she uttered huskily. “There’s a poisoned dagger beneath the pillow; kill him quickly and I’ll show you what heaven is like.”

  No, thank you.

  “As you wish,” I replied demurely.

  “Serve him scotch, and don’t fail, Elianna. Your life depends on it, as well as Dominick’s. I will bring him to you shortly. I suggest you fight that potion that is already making your sex wet with need. You smell fucking delicious—doesn’t she, Maiar?”

  “She does, mistress. She smells so good.” His lecherous eyes were locked on my naked breasts, causing my stomach to churn. “You would make her beautiful.”

  “I will, once she’s completed her task, my love,” she assured him, touching my cheek with her sharp fingernail before staring down the length of me. “Let’s not keep him waiting.”

  I exhaled a shuddered breath the moment they closed the door behind them. Turning, I stared at the mass of pillows on the bed, and then at the scotch she wanted the lord to drink. Moving to it, I sniffed the bottle, wincing as the scent of poison touched my nose. Whoever Evander was, Kerri really wanted him dead.

  Heat curled in my belly, causing me to lean against the table as I closed my eyes, doing my best to ignore the potion that was entering my system. I was still leaning against the table when the door opened again, and Kerri’s high pitched tone flooded through it.

  Closing my eyes, I turned around, intending to smile but stopped the moment amethyst eyes locked with mine. He was the tallest male in the group from before, the one who had looked over me as insignificant earlier, but now he looked intrigued as his gaze held mine.

  “She’s a halfling, of course. She is yours for tonight. You may do anything you want with her. I paid for her virginity, which is yours should you choose to take it. Elianna, show Evander a good time. My Lord, I will summon you the moment Lord Lennox arrives. Enjoy your gift from us.”

  His eyes left mine, and I watched the look of displeasure that filled the violet depths. “If he isn’t here within the next hour, I leave without hearing his request.”

  “We understand it is an inconvenience to wait for him to arrive. That is why we purchased her for you to pass the time until Lord Lennox graces us with his presence,” Kerri stated, bowing low at the waist before she excused herself, leaving me alone with the mark.

  Dark eyes turned back to me, slowly sliding down my body. He was powerful; the magic that radiated from him slithered over my hypersensitive flesh, causing a wealth of need to pulse in my apex. Dark hair the color of freshly polished obsidian brushed against the armor that covered his shoulders. His high-chiseled cheekbones were sharp, carving a beautiful face of masculine perfection that drew the eye and held it prisoner.

  Evander entered the room further, staring at me expectantly. “Help me remove my armor, woman,” he demanded in a rasping tone that caused my body to tighten with need. “Move,” he hissed when I continued to just stare at him.

  My feet moved, which caused the wetness between my thighs to coat my sex further. The light in the room was fed by candles, low and intimate. It bathed his features in a soft glow, causing my body to react with need. I hated that, even now, as I approached him, I felt the need to reach between my thighs and stroke the pulse that was growing there.

  He watched me approaching him, but the moment my hand lifted to do as he’d instructed, his hand caught mine, peering at the number on my wrist. Amethyst eyes turned, eyeing me as if he found me beneath him as he released my wrist. The room filled with tension as he allowed me to remove the straps that held his armor in place. Once it was removed, I lifted the heavy metal and set it aside, following it with the chainmail.

  Beneath the chainmail was a dark tunic he removed and tossed aside as my gaze feasted on rows of muscles that bespoke strength. Words had been tattooed into flesh, slipping down both sides of his abdomen to vanish beneath the trousers he wore. Skulls covered his pectoral muscles, and ravens sat above them with stray feathers covering his abs as if they’d fallen from the birds themselves in flight.

  “You’re a virgin,” he stated, not asking if it was true or not.

  He inhaled deeply, staring as I absently chewed my bottom lip watching him silently. I’d heard it whispered that some fae could scent purity on women, which was why they paid extra to bed them. It wasn’t just any fae who could scent the state of a woman’s body, though, which meant he was more than I’d expected to encounter tonight.

  I didn’t answe
r him, didn’t need to as he’d known it the moment he’d walked into the bedroom that state of arousal announcing my innocence. Turning away from him as he continued to stare, I walked to the scotch and reached for the bottle with trembling hands.

  Murdering a mark was easy. Seducing men? I could do that in my sleep. Doing both things under the influence of a potion created by an evil bitch? It unnerved and had me on edge because, even as I stood peering away from him, my body heated with uncomfortable heat. The bottle clanged loudly against the glass that I poured the whiskey into. I started to turn back to the lord, but hands touched my hips, causing a tremble of unease to rush through me.

  “Drink it,” he growled against my ear as the heat of his body against my back sent a shiver of need racing through me.

  My body quivered as his fingertips trailed up my sides before slowly slipping around to my stomach. I held the glass up to my lips as tears filled my eyes. The moment before I downed it, he grabbed it, placing it aside before pushing my hands against the table as he brushed against my backside.

  “You’re shivering,” he acknowledged huskily, pushing my body flat against the table as his knee nudged mine apart. “Are you afraid of me?”

  “No, I’m afraid of what you’re planning to do with me, as I have never been with a man before. You’re very large, my lord,” I whispered, feeling the power radiating from his touch with the magic he held.

  He ripped the panties from my body, pulling a loud gasp from my lungs as I expected him to destroy me before I had a chance to prepare for the pain. He didn’t penetrate my body; instead, his large fingers rubbed over my opening. My body released a violent shiver that rushed through me. The sound of a growl rose from his throat as he found my heat soaked with need, ready to be used at his discretion.

  Dark, husky laughter released from him as his fingertips slid through the wetness at my apex. One entered my body, and I cried out, shocked at the slight penetration creating tension that slipped through my body. I pushed against the foreignness of his finger within my core. The red haze that filled me took control of my mind, demanded to soothe the ache and need of my body. I continually moved against him, unable to fight the need that consumed me, even though embarrassment burned my cheeks as silent tears flooded my eyes, swimming in my vision.

  “You’re already wet for me?” he asked hoarsely, running his other hand down my spine until it paused at the base, where the tracker caused the skin to rise. “Do you want to fuck me, or are you doing this because Kerri paid for you to be used by me tonight, woman?”

  “I want you, my lord,” I answered in a sultry tone that belonged to someone else.

  “I almost believe you,” he chuckled before his heated breath slowly moved down my spine. His lips skimmed the curve of my hipbone, brushing over my sensitive flesh. The action drew a moan through the tightness of my throat as his finger withdrew from my body. He growled at how wet I was for him already. My body shook as I rocked my hips, needing him to fill me. “You’re trembling, and it isn’t from excitement. It terrifies you to know I’m about to fuck you, and yet your body welcomes me eagerly. Your pussy is drenched with the need to be fucked, woman. Your scent is making me hard with the need to please your body.”

  I expected brutality, or for it to be quick. I didn’t expect his tongue to slide through my pussy, or the shockwave of need to rock through me until I whimpered and spread further, allowing him to continue his slow discovery of my body.

  I had to get him to the bed somehow, but the only thing I could focus on was his mouth and the way it touched me. A blush spread across my body, and I moaned unabashedly as he dragged his tongue over my wanton need.

  His hungry mouth left my body, and I cried out at the loss of pleasure that went with it. He laughed, turning me around to peer into my eyes. Amethyst fire glowed in the darkness of the room, a telltale sign of his power and control. His hand snaked around my neck, threading through my hair before clenching down on it, exposing my neck as his lips brushed over the wildly beating pulse.

  Evander’s scent filled the room. It was a mixture of masculinity that warred with leather, dancing erotically over my senses as I drank it in. The heat of his mouth made my body quiver, and the need pooling in my apex as he slowly explored my body was driving me over the edge.

  “You’re terrified of me, but definitely turned on,” he growled against my throat before his mouth brushed softly against mine, demanding I part my lips to accommodate his tongue as it found mine, dueling for dominance.

  He growled against it, forcing me to capture the sound in my throat as he lifted my legs and indicated that I should wrap them around his waist. Evander’s muscular torso met against the soft skin of mine, causing my nipples to pebble harder than they already were. He pulled away, staring into my eyes before he reached behind me, grasping the scotch, which he brought to his nose, inhaling it deeply before he tipped it back, drinking it as I watched him.

  My lips parted with regret, and then he was back, kissing me with the toxins coating his generous lips. I wrapped my arms around his neck, holding his mouth against mine, knowing that it could be a death sentence. Death by his pleasurable kiss was better than dying to Kerri’s horror show in the dungeon below us. His hands gripped my hips as he peered into my sapphire gaze, lifting me up against his lean, muscular form as he moved toward the bed.

  At least if I was dying, I wouldn’t die a virgin or on some torture rack as Kerri made me into one of her sex dolls. This man kissed like my mouth was a war he intended to win. His body was lean, fit to utter perfection which promised to dominate and destroy mine in a glorious battle of pleasure.

  If I was going out tonight, I was going out with him. My body agreed, coating with arousal as he continually kissed me until he dropped me onto the bed and stared down at the mess between my thighs as I lifted them, exposing more of my needy sex to his intense stare. My hand slid down my body, noting the heat burning within his stare as he watched me stroking my need, pleading with him to end the pain that burned within me.

  “Please,” I uttered thickly.

  “Please what, woman?”

  “Please make the ache stop. It’s too much,” I pleaded as a wicked smile curved his lips, the words on his body glowing as he chuckled deliciously, sending more heat rushing through my body as I stroked my core, pushing against it to stop the throbbing pain the potion was creating.

  “This is going to hurt you,” he said hoarsely as he continued to watch my clumsy movements. “You’re tiny, and I’m not. I can’t say I’ll be gentle, not with the delicious noises you make.”

  “Now,” I whispered. “Please.” I didn’t want to die before receiving the pleasure his body promised, or before I was made into a woman.

  Chapter Three

  He nodded at the pillows, indicating for me to crawl up them. I did, moaning as the soft coolness of the silk touched my heated flesh. My hand itched to draw the blade, but if I made a move now, he’d stop me, and Dominick would pay for my failure. I couldn’t fail, no matter how much the drugs dulled my mind.

  Evander didn’t bother with fully shedding his pants. Instead, he lowered them to expose a large cock that had my eyes widening with fear. He noted it, smiling sinfully as he finished freeing the monstrous organ before settling on the bed between my thighs. His gaze slipped to my core before slowly moving back up as he took in the large, wide-rounded stare filled with panic as he slowly stroked his cock.

  “You ready to play?” he growled as he pushed my legs open, staring at the arousal that coated my pussy. “Fucking hell,” he groaned as he sat between my thighs, releasing his cock to run the tips of his fingers through my wetness. Two large fingers entered my body without warning, and I jolted and cried out, forcing him to use his other hand to push my abdomen back against the bed.

  Violet eyes grew hooded with lust as he watched me struggling to calm the need to escape the pain his fingers created in my core. He wasn’t gentle this time, using them to stretch me to be abl
e to accommodate the cock that sat nestled in a bed of dark curls. My eyes lowered to his abdomen, caressing the ancient writing that covered his ribcage, following it to where it ended on his hipbones.

  Evander withdrew his fingers, replacing them with the soft velvety tip of his cock. He rubbed against my opening slowly, erotically. He continued until I was helping him, the need to feel him overwhelming my mind as the drugs sank their claws into my mind, holding me lost in the heady promise of the storm that built within me, promising to destroy me.

  He surged forward, and I opened my mouth to scream, but his hand pushed against it, stilling it in my lungs. Violent pain ripped me apart as cries continually vibrated against the hand, holding them trapped in my lungs. His body stretched mine until it burned and ached. Tears filled my eyes as he watched me, holding still against me as my body clenched his cock tightly, fighting to force him out where he filled me until there was nothing else to fill.

  My hips rocked, needing to move past the endless burning he created within me. Violet eyes studied me, his hand slowly pulling away as he rocked his hips slowly against mine, peering down between us with hooded eyes that watched me rocking against him slowly, clumsily. He didn’t speak, didn’t break the silence or smother the noises now escaping past my lips as I mewled and whined, moaning at the fullness of him as he remained slow and unhurried.

  This wasn’t what I’d expected from a lord of the fae. Where was the wild rutting beast I’d been warned about? Why wasn’t he moving? His head cocked to the side as if he was listening to something, and then he noticed me staring up at him and lowered his dark head, kissing between my breasts, which sent him deeper into my core.