“What?” I say to him, confused. “You bound my Powers? Why? How?” I demand, stepping closer to him and then, realizing that probably isn’t the best idea, I retreat.
His wicked smile widens as he sees me step back and he moves closer, forcing me all the way back into the shower that is still beating down and fogging up the bathroom. I am drenched and he hovers on the edge and flicks his wrist. The shower turns off and he steps inside. Shit! I scramble for my magick, but it isn’t there. It was sketchy at best here, but now it is completely gone. Bound. By him.
“What do you want from me?” I ask and I hear the tremble in my voice.
“Why, you of course,” he says matter-of-factly. “With this amendment, I need to take a turn to get this child conceived.”
“Wha…what amendment?” I stammer, clutching my towel in a death grip.
He laughs gently. “Oh, Kalen didn’t tell you? No, I didn’t think he would. He is quite selfish. Always has been. Never liked to share.”
“Share?” I croak, wondering what on Earth he is talking about.
“Enough talk,” he snaps, getting impatient. He reaches for me and I put my hand up to stop him.
“Don’t touch me,” I say to him.
He grabs my hand and crushes it, breaking it. “Or you will do what?”
I just stare at him in horror and he finds it quite amusing. “I have to admit, it is possibly a waste of effort binding you as I don’t think you would be able to stop me even with your powers, but I wasn’t taking a chance you might throw something unpredictable at me. Besides,” he adds, “I do prefer my females weak and subservient.”
I gulp loudly as the true realization hits me of what he has done, and what he is about to do. And he is right. I can’t fight him off. I may have had a better chance with my Powers, but now I am completely ineffective. He lets go of my crushed hand, and with a searing pain, I straighten it and it heals, but then he is pushing me back against the shower wall with his enormous body and ripping the towel from me. I push on his chest, not going down without as much of a fight as I can, but it is like pushing against a cavern wall. Nothing.
“You can fight if you want, I don’t mind,” he whispers as he leans down to me. “I sometimes like it that way.”
I open my mouth to scream my head off, but he claps his big hand over my mouth. “You can scream as well, but no one will come for you. Everyone knows what is at stake here and make no mistake that your father holds any affection for you. He will allow this to happen.”
No, I think to myself. He wouldn’t let this happen. He wouldn’t let his only daughter be treated in this manner just for the greater good. Would he? I start to doubt it and he sees it in my eyes and laughs again quietly. “You know this is the only reason you are here. It is my good fortune that you are a pretty little thing, especially in your natural form. It will make this even more enjoyable.” He plasters his lips to mine in a rough kiss that I squirm away from, but he holds onto the tops of my arms in an iron grip that I cannot get away from. I feel a searing heat where his hands are and then a vicious burn as he lets me go to run his hands over my breasts. The place where his hands were is on fire, and as he pulls away from me, I cast a quick glance down and two massive handprints have been branded into my flesh from his touch.
He tweaks my nipples roughly. I whimper despite myself and it encourages him to pull on them even harder, rolling them in his fingers, before he picks up me and lines my breasts up with his mouth. He sucks on me and I take the opportunity to kick at him now that my legs are in a position to do so, but he bats me away with a little tut. “You would enjoy it, if you stopped fighting and accepted it,” he murmurs to me.
“Never,” I snarl at him, as I kick him again and he drops me suddenly. I land hard on my feet and his hand is at my throat.
“I thought Vampires enjoyed variety,” he says, pushing me back up against the wall. His other hand goes down between my legs. I clamp my thighs together. He gently rubs his hand over me and sighs, “Don’t make me use magick on you. It’s less fun that way.”
I clamp even tighter and his eyes go hard. “Very well. I see you are not going not make this easy for me, so I will have to show you I don’t mean to hurt you.” He wraps his arms around me and carries me kicking and screaming to the bed. I Vamp out and claw at him, but it is all completely useless. It doesn’t affect him and only angers him further. He throws me on the bed, and I scramble to get away. If I can just get to the door, I can call for help. My hand reaches for the handle, but his lands on mine, again crushing it until my bones shatter. I muffle my cry of pain as he pulls me back to the bed. “Feisty,” he mutters to himself as he places me back on the bed and holds me down with his knee on my chest. “I knew you would be a fighter, but you don’t give up, do you?”
“No,” I growl at him, squirming under him, clawing at him.
“Pity,” he says. “I had wanted to take a bit of time with you. Enjoy you for a while. I still could if I spelled you, but I want it real, regardless. I want you to remember it.”
“You would have to spell me to ever want to be with you,” I get out, before he backhands me across the face.
“How dare you disrespect me? You are an abomination, girl. A disgrace and a Halfling. You should be grateful to lie with a King, but instead you fight me!”
“Grateful?” I sneer even though I am now very afraid. He has removed his knee from my chest and wrapped one hand around my throat, the other quickly working to get the laces of his breeches undone. “I am a Queen, and it will be a cold day in Hell before I ever want to be with you.”
“I have bound your Dragon and without it you are no longer Queen of the Underworld, my dear. You are just a thousand-year-old Vampire with no special abilities and no match for me. I am four thousand years old and a Fae King. Your own power is weak and useless against mine.” He increases the pressure on my neck and lifts me further up the bed. My hands go to his to try and remove the pressure, but I am just not strong enough. “Those claws are becoming a nuisance,” he says idly. I pull my hands back and retract my claws quickly. I remember what Drake said about declawing and I am sure that Aelfric probably knows this method of torture as well and wouldn’t hesitate to use it. “Better,” he says with a smile, as he takes both my wrists in his one big hand and pushes them above my head. I arch my back as I struggle, and he drops his head to lick my nipple before sucking it into his mouth. His long blonde hair falls in a curtain around me and he moans softly as he suckles on me, but his grip never weakens on my wrists and I resign myself to my fate. This is happening and there is nothing I can do to stop it. I am bound and useless. I try to call out to Sebastian to come and rescue me, but we have no bond, so it is pointless. I call out to everyone that I do have a bond with, but that is fruitless as well, as any telepathic abilities I had are Dragon based and currently bound, and my sire won’t be able to sense me in this Realm. I am done for.
I stop struggling and he stops and looks up at me in surprise and hope. I think he is going to say something to me, but he changes his mind as he sees my tears and let’s go of my wrists before he cups my breasts with both of his hands. I pull on my arms, but it’s no use. He has held me in place with magick now and I can do nothing to get out of it. I am lying naked in the middle of the bed with Sebastian’s father crawling over me, his mouth all over me, his hands stroking me everywhere and the tears seep out of my eyes. I close them and try to think about anything and everything else.
“Open your eyes,” he whispers to me and I have to. I have no choice. That damn Faerie magick is really pissing me off. He ducks his head between my legs, that are still clamped together with every last ounce of strength I have, but he places his hands on me and again I feel that searing burn as he pulls my legs apart. I cry out in pain as I struggle against the invisible ties holding me in place. He lowers his mouth to me and licks me softly and gently.
“You taste so sweet,” he murmurs to me. “I wish I hadn’t had to use magick on you. I wish that you could have let me do this to you willingly, but I will make you enjoy it. I promise you.”
The tears continue to flow as he attends to his task as if this is the most normal thing in the world, and that he expects me to enjoy it. He goes about it as if he is making love to me and that he wants my pleasure, but I am tied down and unwilling and there is no way that will ever happen. My lack of pleasure doesn’t deter him though, and after what feels like hours, but was probably only a few minutes, he lifts his head and slides his fingers into me. “Just give in,” he says to me. “I can make you feel things you could only have dreamed about.”
I shake my head, my voice no longer working, and he sighs. “You are so stubborn,” he says. “You are beautiful, Aeval. You look like mine. You would be accepted by the Light as their Queen. I could make you my Queen, I could protect you from the others.”