Chapter 19

Ican't believe Rhydian has dumped me back in our rooms. I thought our day out had been productive. I thought he was beginning to see me as a person and not a mere pet.

A heavy sigh escapes me as I drift over to the bookcase. Rhydian is a prince. He probably has tons of work to do. Places to go, people to meet, and all that. Even if he does now see me as more than a possession, he can't take me everywhere with him.

I stare blankly at the bookcase. My current reads have magically made it back from Rhydian's office, but I'm not in the mood for any of them.

As my eyes idly scan the shelves, a plastic rectangle catches my eye. It's on the middle shelf, in front of the books. It's a radio. An old-fashioned radio. My heart races as I pick it up. My mum had one of these in her art studio when I was a kid. I think I can remember how to work it.

A few minutes later, it springs to life, and music pours out. Actual music. An Arianna Grande song. Oh my goodness, I hadn't realised how much I had been missing music until this moment.

A radio is going to be subpar to all my Spotify playlists, but it is so very much better than nothing. Rhydian has found another way to make my life more bearable. He can't give me a phone or a laptop, captives can't have access to the outside world. I understand that. But books and a radio are a fantastic compromise.

Rhydian has stolen my dreams, my future, and my world from me, but he is trying to make amends. In what small ways he can.

I turn the volume up, and I dance.

Time drifts away. It is only me and the music. I'm lost in it. I'm free and it feels so damn good. The radio host isn't talking much and keeps playing bangers. There is not one word about fey or the conquest, and I love it. Everyone deserves to escape somewhere and pretend it never happened. Even if that escape is one, slightly crackly radio station.

My eyes are closed. I'm imagining I'm in a club, and not in the sitting room of a fey prince. Suddenly, a strong arm wraps around my waist. I shriek. My eyes fly open and reality comes crashing down. Rhydian scoops me up into a bridal carry. I cling onto his neck for dear life. Where is he taking me? What is going on?

He kicks the bedroom door open and dumps me on the bed, where I bounce a little. I stare up at him as he looms over me.

Oh. This is what's happening. And judging by the way my stomach is swooping and my heart hammering, not all of me hates this idea.

"Strip," he orders, as his amber eyes flash.

I hold his gaze as my hand goes to the intricate knots at my waist. My body wants to obey him. I fiddle for a moment, but it is pointless.

"I can't," I admit in defeat.

He shakes his head at me and climbs onto the bed. His clever fingers make quick work of my ties and he unwraps me deftly. Opening up my clothes like a bathrobe and revealing my naked body. His gaze slowly trails down, drinking in the sight of me. His eyes flare again, and I swallow audibly.

Inside its silk prison, my cock has hardened. Just from him looking at me. His gaze lingers on the outline of my cock, and the treacherous thing swells even more.

"Roll over," he says in a deep rumble.

I pull my arms out of my sleeves and roll over onto my stomach. Then I grab a pillow, stuff it under my hips and spread my legs. I know how this goes.

He chuckles. "My eager little pet."

My cheeks burn. He is not wrong. I crave the things he does to me. He has taught me a level of ecstasy I never knew existed.

His hands run over the globes of my ass cheeks. My eyes flutter closed and I bite back my moan. I have a bit of shame. I'm not going to cry out for him just yet. He has to work for it. At least a little.

He parts my cheeks and then his hot wet tongue laps softly at my hole. My hands fist in the furs and discarded silk robes beneath me.

He licks and licks and twists and twirls. My hole flutters for him and I give him my first moan. His tongue accepts the invitation and slips inside me. Hot, soft, wet heat. A tease of fullness and depth. I want more, so much more.

A fey prince, a dangerous being from another world, has his tongue in my ass and my only thought is a longing for more, a deep desire to surrender more of myself. I want him. All of him.

I'm yearning for him to take me higher. I know he can. I want to lose myself completely. Entirely. Utterly.

His tongue stiffens. It flicks in and out, gliding over the most sensitive parts of me. The sensation is intense. Euphoric. Blissful. Each movement builds on the pleasure ignited by the last. It's building a fire within me and the flames are already seeking escape.

Rhydian has learnt my body well. He plays it as a musician plays an instrument. Skillful. Masterful. Creating something of beauty. He knows what rocks my world more than I do.

I am aware that I was inexperienced before. I understand that he is my first lover. But I know it is more than that. Rhydian is talented. Far more than any human could be. And he is dedicated to my pleasure. His satisfaction is seeing me writhe and hearing me scream for him.

His tongue swirls around and my body blazes. My orgasm burns through me like a wildfire. I scream, buck and clench. My cock pulses into its silk bag.

As I drift down, Rhydian eases two fingers inside me. He slides them deep. He curls them and presses on my prostate. My pleasure stops receding and starts swelling again. He turns the ebb into a flow.

My hips rise up to meet him, but he places a hand on the small of my back and holds me down. Jolts of pleasure shoot through me, making me twitch. His touch is gentle and slow and oh so frustrating. I want more, I need more.

My cock is filling again. Youth, fey food, Rhydian's skill. I don't know what is to blame. Magic, enchantment. It could be anything. Or nothing. All I know is that I'm already hurtling towards another orgasm. I'm on the cusp. Teetering on the edge, but he is not letting me fall.

I whine and writhe. I sob. He shows no mercy.

"Rhydian!" I plead.

He doesn't answer. He simply keeps moving the pads of his fingers in maddening circles over and over my prostate. I clench around him, as tightly as I can, in the hopes the added pressure will tip me over the edge.

He tsks at me and stops moving.

I wail and thrash my head against the pillow.

"Rhydian!" I beg.

He resumes moving, but even slower and more gentle than before. I wail. My orgasm is slipping away.

Suddenly his movements change and I'm seeing white and screaming. Every molecule I possess is alight with pleasure. My second peak is rocking through me. Even stronger than the first.

It takes a long time to come back down from the stars. Reality starts to coalesce around me. Movement in my ass has me squealing. It's the crystal dildo. He must have slipped it into me during the very peak of my orgasm. The dildo is wider and longer than his fingers or tongue. It is far warmer than it should be. So deliciously smooth. It feels incredible. I groan in bliss.

Then I'm keening. Yelling. Screaming. Rhydian thrusts the dildo in and out of me, fast and hard. There is no pain. There is so much warm, slick oil that obscene noises are filling the room.

My cock pulses as I cum for the third time. This orgasm feels different. More physical than cerebral. My lungs are heaving. I'm dripping with sweat. He flips me over and my limbs flop like wet noodles.

He looms over me. His hands either side of my head. His body between my spread legs. The dildo is gone. My hole is empty, but something hot and heavy is nudging at its entrance. My hips rise up in supplication. It seems I still want more. But nothing happens.

My gaze finds his. His pupils are blown. Wide and dark. I think I can see stars in them. As if he knows all the secrets of the universe. My prince. My lord of wild places and forgotten realms.

I draw in a shuddery breath. His cock is right by my entrance. I can feel the very tip of him. I'm about to be railed. If virginity means no cocks in holes, I'm about to give mine up.

The sweat on my body starts to cool. My cock is trying to stir, but Rhydian is frozen. Motionless. Staring at me. What is he waiting for?

I stare into his eyes. Is that concern and doubt I'm seeing?

Oh my. Butterflies dance in my stomach. I'm pretty sure there isn't even a word for consent in the fey language. And princes don't ask. Rhydian is grappling with a concept he has no frame of reference for. Because he cares for me. Because I mean something to him. Because he doesn't want to hurt me.

My hand rises up and caresses his cheek. His skin is soft, smooth, and heated. It feels as if sparks tingle between us. He shivers and leans into my touch.

"Yes," I say.

His amber eyes glow, and he slides home.

He fills me. All of me. Rhydian is inside me. Hot and heavy and perfect. This feels nothing like any toy or even any fingers or tongue. I'm stretched and full and filled deep. An intimate part of him is in the most intimate part of me. We are joined. One being. Our pleasure is entwined along with our bodies. I don't know where I end and he begins. I can feel him. All of him.

I can feel my eyes rolling back. My toes are curling. My fourth orgasm of the night is blooming.

His hips dance. He slides in and out of me. The tempo quickens. He thrusts deep and then goes still. He trembles and then warm wetness gushes inside me. Bathing me. Claiming me. It feels so good. The sensation tips me over the edge and I cling to him as I writhe through my orgasm.

I still can't see or hear anything but my heavy panting breath, when he gently pulls out of me. He rolls onto his back and pulls me close. I rest my head on his shoulder and smile.

My eyes flutter closed and sleep claims me.