Enslaved: A Kinky Adult Fairy Tale (Bedding the Bad Girl Book 3) (5 page)

No, it was worse that that. He was acting like a teenaged girl, upset because the object of his affection wasn’t
expressing her feelings
.

How far the manly had fallen.

“I didn’t mean to make you angry.” Calliope’s voice was cautious, as if she were accustomed to dealing with people who lost their temper.

And he had assumed he couldn’t feel any worse.

“You didn’t. It’s my fault. I’m out of sorts.” He took her hand, resisting the urge to bring it to his mouth and kiss the tips of each of her fingers. “Please, forgive me. I shouldn’t have spoken to you that way.”

“You’re worried about your brother. I understand.” She smiled, and his chest grew tight.

How could he have come to crave her smiles so quickly?

“And it was partly my fault,” she continued. “I just didn’t want to make a fool of myself.”

“How could you make a fool of yourself? You have better manners than half the ladies in my court.” He hadn’t been able to keep his eyes off of her at dinner last night. Even the way she ate her soup was like a dance, a sensual celebration of movement that had captivated every male at the table.

“My mother insisted I learn how to behave in case we were ever invited to serve at a royal court,” Calliope said. “Not that we would have been, with my magic being so unpredictable and my…strangeness.”

“Your strangeness?” he asked, frowning. “I don’t understand.”

“That’s why I try not to speak too much if I can help it.” She blushed pink across her cheeks. “There’s less chance of talking to people who aren’t there if I don’t talk much to begin with.”

“I see,” Aaron said, wanting to throttle every person who had ever made her feel shame over something beyond her control.

The castle physician had explained Calliope’s condition the night before. It was a malfunction of the brain—slightly more common in the Fae than humans—that could be kept at bay with a mixture of herbs and low stress levels. There was absolutely no reason for her embarrassment. If anything, the worsening of her condition was Henri’s fault for abducting her and subjecting her to miserable living conditions.

Hell, it was a wonder she wasn’t raving nonstop after weeks in a dungeon. Just thinking of how she’d been treated was enough to make him want to strangle Henri with his bare hands. Despite the advisor’s pique over losing the chambers that had been his for half a century, it was best that Henri no longer lived in the castle. If Aaron had been forced to lay eyes on him on a regular basis, he didn’t know if he would be able to keep his anger in check.

She shrugged uncomfortably. “Yes, well, that’s why—”

“I have an aunt who can’t eat cake unless she drinks a special tea beforehand.”

“Oh?” She blinked. “Really?”

“She was born with an intolerance for sugar. Even with the tea, she can only eat dessert occasionally.”

“How sad,” Calliope said, eyes wide. “I can’t imagine. I can’t resist dessert. Especially cake. If I’ve got a cake fresh out of the oven, I’ll have a slice for breakfast, a bit more after lunch, and by the time bedtime comes around I’ll have convinced myself a sliver before turning out the lights won’t hurt.”

Aaron smiled. Even the way she talked about cake made him want to snatch her up and kiss her breathless.

“Exactly,” he said. “But we don’t think anything of her calling for the tea before the dessert course.”

“And why should you? I mean—” She broke off as she stopped and turned to stare at him. She took a breath, but then stopped and stared a bit more. She took another breath and held it before blowing it out through her pursed lips with a shake of her head.

He was beginning to think she had misunderstood him when, finally, a smile stretched across her full lips.

“You are as kind as I thought you’d be.” Despite her smile, she looked on the verge of tears as she stood on tiptoe to press a kiss to his cheek.

Aaron slipped an arm around her waist, pulling her closer, turning his head to catch the lips that had warmed his cheek. She made a soft, eager sound as their mouths met and opened to the sweep of his tongue, meeting his slow thrusts with languid, teasing strokes of her own.

She tasted even better than she had yesterday, so sweet and clean that his head spun and that feeling of intoxication returned. He wasn’t a man who indulged in drink, but he would gladly get drunk on Calliope’s kisses any time the opportunity presented itself.

It wasn’t long before the bags once again hit the dirt road.

“I’ve been dying to touch you again,” Aaron confessed, both arms around her, smoothing up and down her back, cupping her buttocks in his palms before moving up to tangle in her hair. He would never get enough of feeling her against him. “I thought you regretted it.”

“No, never. I only worried—”

“Don’t worry.” He buried one hand in her hair, pulling her mouth closer, while his other palm urged her hips tight to his. She moaned and pulsed forward against his obvious arousal, her control vanishing as quickly as his own.

It was as if the second they touched, every barrier, every societal convention, every thought of how one “should” behave with a new lover melted into nothingness in the heat of their passion. It was uncommon in the best sense of the word, a rare abandon that Aaron was already coming to crave.

“You don’t understand,” she said, her words ending in a gasp as he ran his hand up her ribs to cup her breast. Her nipple tightened until he could feel the bud through the fabric. He hadn’t paid nearly enough attention to her breasts the first time they’d made love, an oversight he meant to make amends for immediately.

“Then explain it to me, love,” he said, kissing down the length of her neck.

He ignored the way
that
word kept finding its way into conversation. No matter that a part of him admitted to the madness of loving her, the old Aaron would never have made the mistake of uttering the word aloud. The old Aaron knew a thing or two about women—how to lure them in and how to frighten them away if need be.

But the last thing he wanted to do was scare Calliope by raving about his love for her less than twenty-four hours into their relationship. He would do his best to make light of the word when it managed to fly out of his mouth and concentrate on distracting her with more pleasurable things.

His fingers finally loosed the bow at her bodice. She wasn’t wearing a thing underneath her dress—a fact he’d been all too aware of since that morning—so there was nothing barring him from attending to the pale peach nipple that tightened under his gaze.

“It’s difficult,” she said, her breath catching. “I mean, I’m not sure how to—”

She broke off with a soft cry as he took her bud into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the tight tip. Her skin tasted as wonderful as her lips, a mix of flowers and honey that made him suckle her deeper, pulling at her sensitive flesh until her breath came faster and her fingers tangled in his hair. She arched into him as his teeth pressed lightly into her flesh, drawing a hungry sound from her throat.

“Calliope.” Her name sounded like a profession of love, but he couldn’t seem to help himself.

His hands shook as he tugged her bodice lower, barely resisted the urge to rip the cloth in his haste to free her neglected breast. Only the knowledge of the servant waiting down the road with the horses lent him restraint. If Calliope arrived in torn clothing, there would be talk, and Aaron didn’t want her to be the subject of court gossip.

Finally he bared her other breast and descended upon it with a groan, eager to kiss and lick and suckle that nipple into a state as fevered as the first. He continued to pluck gently at one tightened tip with his fingers as he laved the other, worshiping her sweet skin with his mouth until she fisted her hands in his hair and pulled.

“I can’t take any more. I need you.” Her eyes were glazed with desire and her lips parted so prettily he couldn’t resist the urge to crush her mouth beneath his.

Their kiss was less gentle this time, an erotic battle of tongues, teeth and lips that increased the pressure building low in his body. He fought to maintain control as he fisted her dress in his hands, lifting the long gown until he could slide one hand beneath. His fingers trailed up her thigh, expecting to find the soft cotton of her underthings, but instead finding nothing but crisp curls and a pool of slick heat.

He groaned as he slipped first one, then two fingers inside her, nearly losing his mind as her arousal coated his hand. “Do you understand what this does to a man? To find you bare beneath your clothes?”

“I’ve never worn underthings,” she panted against his lips as she rode his fingers, impaling herself with little thrusts of her hips. “The Fae don’t have courses, so— Goddess, Aaron, I want you, not your fingers.”

“Here?” he asked, his voice harsh with desire. “Beside the road?”

“Yes,” she said, eyes sliding closed as she clung to his shoulders, digging her nails into the flesh there. “Please. I need you.”

“Soon,” he said, loving the way her features twisted with hunger. “Soon, love.”

“Please, Aaron. Now!” She was seconds away from coming on his hand. He could feel it in the way her channel tightened around him, slick and hot, but still Aaron waited.

Just a few more thrusts, just a bit more…

When her lips parted and a flush stained the swells of her breasts, Aaron abruptly removed his hand.

Her cry of protest became a sound of anticipation as he backed them both off the road, pushing her up against a wide tree whose branches shaded the grass beneath. He pulled at the closure of his riding pants, wincing as he finally freed his swollen cock. He began to bunch her skirt up around her hips, but she stopped him with her hands on his wrists.

“Not the tree,” she said, surprising him. “I’ve only had one other lover and that was how we—What I mean is, I don’t want to think of anyone but you when—”

“Don’t worry, I promise you won’t be thinking of anyone but me.” Aaron ignored the rage that filled him at the thought of another man’s hands on Calliope, but his touch was rougher than intended as he pulled her to the ground on top of him.

Without wasting another moment, he pulled up her skirts, holding them out of the way with one hand so he could watch as the other positioned his cock at her entrance. Eagerly, she dropped her hips, encasing him in her tight, wet heat. Aaron bucked into her, feeling the tip of his cock butt up against the end of her channel.

They were a perfect fit, made to give each other pleasure.

Calliope braced herself on his chest and began to ride him, experimentally at first, as if she’d never been on top before. Aaron held tightly to the swells of her hips, meeting her thrusts and doing his best not to shoot inside her within the first thirty seconds. But it was difficult…insanely difficult.

Her long hair danced around her shoulders, slipping forward to tease against her lightly bouncing breasts. The sight of her, half clothed but with her kiss-swollen breasts exposed, was one of the sexiest things he’d ever seen and he couldn’t resist another taste of her. He placed his hands beneath her arms, pulling those delicious peaks close enough to kiss.

She moaned his name as he pressed her breasts together and suckled both of her nipples into his mouth at the same time, her rhythm faltering before she began to move against him in a different way.

Aaron hummed against her flesh, pulling away to trace the outline of each swollen nipple with his tongue before resuming his suckling and pinching. She was grinding into him now, the motion of her hips a sensuous circling that he could tell was taking her closer to her pleasure. He met each little circle with a pulse of his hips, urging the tension within her higher until she made a hungry sound each time his pelvis bucked into hers.

The pressure in his sac became nearly unbearable, but he struggled to hold his own release at bay, focusing on the hard ground beneath him, the sound of the birds singing in the tree above, anything but the liquid velvet of her body gripping his cock with previously unimagined perfection.

“Goddess, yes!” Calliope arched above him, every muscle tense as her body clamped down around his cock with enough force to draw a cry from his own lips.

Her eyes were closed at first, but after a moment she opened them to gaze down into his face. The look of wonder, satisfaction and tenderness mixing in her features destroyed the last of his control.

Aaron rolled her beneath him, making sure he stayed buried inside her as they moved, and drove into her welcoming heat with a wildness that he normally wouldn’t allow. He was usually too worried about hurting a woman, but with Calliope the idea of “worry” was foreign. He felt her pleasure as deeply as he felt his own and he would know the moment she felt any pain. The connection between them was unbelievable, almost magical.

Magical
…

The word sent worry flashing through his mind, but the second he met Calliope’s eyes, he was consumed again by the bliss of being inside this amazing woman. She was beautiful, sweet, and strong—not the type who would need to resort to spells to win a man’s heart.

Perhaps not your heart
,
but what of her freedom
?

The whisper became a warning that nagged at his thoughts, but then Calliope whispered—